Chapter 212

The bearded man smiled at the small-eyed man and picked up a half-cooked fish from the charcoal fire. "Dickson, have some!" The small-eyed man took the fish, glanced at it absentmindedly, and then put it back on the fire to roast. "It's not cooked yet. Let it roast a bit longer!" The bearded man did not seem to care. "I'm so hungry that I'll eat it even if it's half-cooked!" The small-eyed man, who was called Rich, sneered. "Rich, you're almost like a caveman!" The bearded man laughed at himself. "Stranded on this godforsaken island, with nothing at all, makes us cavemen." Dickson's eyes turned towards Ryan's campsite, lost in thought. "That sound just now sounded familiar! Don't you think it sounds like some kind of noise?" The bearded man was focused on roasting fish and asked casually, "What sound?" "It sounds like a gunshot!" Dickson rubbed his chin, his gaze growing vicious. "If it's gunfire, it means there's another group of modern people on this deserted island! They'