Originally, I thought that by telling him this, he would come to his senses. Unexpectedly, he didn't show a hint of fear. Instead, he displayed a fierce expression and said with a fake smile:
“Heh, rescued? No one is coming to save us. It's been almost a month, and there's been no sign of anything, not a single ship in the sea.
We have no chance of being rescued. Even if there were a rescue, what difference would it make? I'll kill you first, and then you'll vanish without a trace, dead or alive.
Who would know I killed you? Many people died in the plane crash. What's one more? Who would know? Heh heh.
By then, I'll be having a good time on this island with the two women behind you.”
“You're such a bastard,” I sarcastically remarked at his long-winded nonsense.
Damn, th
