Prince and I in Desert Island

He could tell that Amo was someone who was willing to take responsibility for his subordinates. His subordinates would voluntarily take responsibility for their own mistakes and would help him beg for mercy. It was hard to find such a person who valued loyalty and righteousness.    

    

In fact, no matter what he did, I wouldn't be angry with him. Even if he let A-Tai go, it would only mean that I didn't kill A-Tai. He just let go of his old head.    

    

I don't blame anyone for my negligence. Relying on his current status, he could use others as a punching bag. This was the behavior of a weakling.    

    

What happened to the black man in the Amo Questionnaire? The black man was silent for a while, then his suppressed emotions poured out like a flood.    

    

The black man with curly hair said that Atai was a pervert and an ungrateful person. He raided the cave with military men and killed everyone. Before he died, the head of the Ina family told him to carry the Ina Sword out of the cave. He did not fail his mission of bringing the sword of Aine to the tree hollow. He had been lying in wait on the beach. He had heard the sound of gunfire, and he felt as if his heart had been cut out, but he could not go back.    

    

About an hour later, the gunfire stopped. He knew that the head of the Ina family and all his brothers had died in the cave. He was very sad and had always wanted to avenge the head of the Ina family and his brothers. While he was in tears, he saw the military men and Atai running out of the forest as if they were escaping. Everyone of them were heavily injured. The curly haired man wiped the blood off his face and followed Atai onto the boat.    

    

He turned out to be the mercenary who had climbed out of the cave with the sword of Ina in his will. No wonder he could climb onto the boat so easily with just a rope.    

    

In the days that followed, the curly black man had been waiting for an opportunity. He knew that he had always been no match for Atai. His resentment was hidden deep in his heart, but he had never been able to avenge his brother.    

    

Until that day, when Atai brought back a yellow woman from the waterfall. He was also curious as to why there were still people on the island. It was because Wang Yao was very similar to Ina. At first he thought she was still alive. They were attacked at night.    

    

The man with the curly hair said he had seen me from the moment I approached the tent, and that I had killed a man and dragged him behind a rock. Because he was bathing in the sea at the time, and the place where I threw the gun was where he was bathing.    

    

He watched me board the boat, and he saw me do something to the planks. I thought I was going to throw the board, but it didn't fall. Then there was a gunshot from the boat, and the curly black man knew the chance had come. He was afraid that the people in the tent would come out and help Atai, so he ran to pull the board down. He knew that without the plank, the people below would not be able to go up, leaving enough time and space for me to fight with Atai.    

    

To put it bluntly, he wanted to borrow a knife to kill someone. Kill Atai with my hands. Revenge for his Ina Family Head and his mercenary brothers.    

    

Later, he saw me take Wang Yao into the water. But there was no sign of Artest, and the black man with curly hair thought I must have killed him. In his heart, he felt gratified that he had avenged his enmity.    

    

In fact, the gun had long since been fished out by the curly-haired African. It was now hidden under the stone crack at the back of the box. However, he did not expect Li Yan to call again. The black man said he didn't take the gun out because he was grateful I'd helped him kill Atai. He was worried himself. If anyone knew he had the gun hidden in a crack in the rock, they wouldn't believe him. He couldn't explain it.    

    

What happened afterwards was known to everyone. Because of the sword of Aine, Amos took them to me. When I told them to put up the planks, the curly black man volunteered to stay.    

    

He volunteered to climb up the rope. After going up, he deliberately said that he was tired from climbing the rope and needed to rest for a while. In fact, he ran to the cabin to check if Atai was dead or not. In the last room, the curly-haired black man saw the battered Atai lying on the floor, dying. Just as the curly haired black man was getting his revenge for his great hatred, he heard Atai's cry for help.    

    

It turned out that Atai had been faking his death. Although he didn't die, he was severely injured. When Atai realized that it was his men who had come up, he opened his eyes and called for help.    

    

The curly-haired black man saw that Atai was not dead. Hatred filled his head. He took a spare axe from the aisle and chopped off Atai's head. The weakened Atai saw the curly haired black man holding the axe, his eyes filled with fear and uneasiness. He was even more confused, unable to fight back. Without explanation or conversation, Atai watched helplessly as the curly haired black man raised the axe high above his head, the sharp edge drawing a perfect arc towards his neck. Artest's head left his body because the inertia rolled like a ball to the door before stopping. His eyes were still wide open. He didn't know why until he died.    

    

The curly black man threw Atai's body into the sea. He threw Atai's head onto the beach in the direction of the cave to comfort the spirit of the clan leader and his brothers.    

    

I helped Mo and the others up. The curly haired black man was still kneeling on the ground. He had no regrets about killing Atai, so no matter what I did to her, he was willing to do.    

    

I helped him up and asked him his name.    

    

The black man said his name was Arthur, and he had been with the Miller family for many years.    

    

I told the black man I didn't blame him. He was also asked if he would follow me in the future.    

    

Arthur nodded repeatedly. He said that Ina had wanted to hand over the sword of Aine to Linda Miller so that Linda and the seal could join forces and kill Atai for her revenge, but after all this time the seal and Linda Miller never came to us. Now that you've killed Atai, you've avenged Aine Miller. That's why you're the only one qualified to be the head of the family and run the Miller family. I've seen how powerful you are and how you are worthy of the sword of Ina.    

    

Arthur had been waiting for a chance to avenge himself on Einar Miller and his brothers. He was a man who valued friendship and friendship, and I valued and respected him more.    

    

Arthur was the same as Amor, except that Amo had long since been given to Atai by Aine, and Arthur was a mercenary who had always stayed by her side to protect her.    

    

I've seen the cliff face of the cave, I can't see the bottom at all. To be able to climb down from there without falling to death shows that Arthur has a strong body and mental fortitude. That isn't something an ordinary person can do. Seeing the sabre man and Atai fleeing, he suppressed the sadness in his heart and entered. This showed that he was a brave and cautious person. Enduring humiliation and hiding beside A'Tai, waiting for the opportunity to make a move.    

    

I began to respect this dark, thin man in my heart for such a man who had the courage and the love and the righteousness.    

    

When we reached Artest's room on the first floor, Arthur pointed to a fire axe hanging on the wall and said that he had used it to cut Artest's head, and there was indeed some blood on the blade. Arthur said that he had thrown Artest's body out of this window into the sea, and as for his head, he pointed to the beach opposite the right-hand splint. Disgusting.    

    

No matter what he did, he must not forget his kindness. Aina had saved him from sneaking into this island, and she even made him become the head of an island, but he was ungrateful. After being captured by the military, he actually went back on his word and joined forces with the military to besiege Aina who was in the cave. He was either shouting at the people around him or punching and kicking them. He completely disregarded others. He did not fear the lives of others and always looked down on others. He was arrogant and conceited. Only when he was on the verge of death did he beg others to help him release himself.    

    

A man so unfaithful, unfilial, and unrighteous turns out to be only laughable and pathetic.    

    

I will not sympathize with the weak. The poor people will have their own hateful things, many of them will be able to live in dignity and self-reliance, yet they will have a pitiful look every day, as if they were trying to get sympathy from others. They will have to help me. It wasn't his appearance that was pitiful, it was his heart that wanted to use morality to kidnap and satisfy himself.    

    

I don't despise or trample on a weak person. Sometimes when others are with us, he is a weak person. Sometimes we become weak when we are with other people.    

    

There were no absolute experts, only relative experts. In front of the weak, we shouldn't bully the weak. In front of the strong, we shouldn't be cowardly.    

    

No one has ever had to do anything for you, no one has a duty to protect you, but you have no right to make fun of anyone, to despise someone, or to hurt someone.    

    

You're not good to others. You don't care about others, why should others care about you? If you don't understand others, why should others understand you?    

    

Ask others to be honest with you first, and to be nice to others without asking for anything in return. "If you compare your heart to your heart, you will also gain the honesty of others.    

    

Ask others to love you, first pay your love, pay your care and care for your company, over the years, he touched his heart. Even if someone else doesn't love you in the end, you have no regrets. To love was to love, to be able to give whatever was not in return, to not think about what was worth it, to be able to love someone who was willing to pay whatever for her was actually quite good.    

    

The purpose of loving someone is actually to warm her heart with your love, to make her happier and happier. If your love hurts the person you love, you don't want to do it yourself, do you? If your love bothers the person you love, perhaps letting go is also a kind of love.    

    

All I can do to these brothers who have been honest with me is to be honest with them, to be honest with them, to be together with them, to protect them, to protect them, to make them happy, to make them happy.    

    

The time is not better than the land, the land is not better than the people. As long as our brothers unite and work together, we can face all kinds of difficulties and obstacles together. As long as the people I love and the people who love me cherish life and do not abandon us every day will be very happy, very rich.    

    

He didn't expect that he would gain such a loyal brother on the deserted island, and a soulmate who shared life and death with him.    

    

What did life need to be like this? I will not follow Atai's example. If you do something wrong, you will commit suicide. There will always be retribution for your good and evil. I am not a ruler. I have no right to control what others do for me. I want them to support me because I can lead them to a better life; I want them to obey me because my abilities and my strength satisfy them; I want them to respect me because my attitude towards being a man makes them respect me. Not out of fear of me, or for the sake of survival.    

    

It will take time, and I believe they will treat me as a friend. I want them to treat me like they treat Aine Miller.    

    

I asked Arthur to take out the gun he'd retrieved from the water, because we needed it.    

    

Arthur and Amor led their men to the crack in the stone to get their guns. When they came back, I told them to bury the eight bodies with Atai's head. If I threw them into the sea, I'd be no different from Artest.    

    

We'll have to stay here for a while. Tomorrow I want to take them to the forest to hunt some game and replenish some fresh water.