The Guide to the End of the World: Four Sentinels Compete for Favor

"Boss, Ricardo brought a guide." The tall and strong white man standing by the swimming pool reported respectfully, "A young oriental woman."

"Wow—"

The blond man broke through the water and swam towards the shore like a fish. He pushed his strong arms on the edge of the pool and took a step with his long legs. He climbed out of the swimming pool with a body covered in crystal water droplets.

The man casually picked up a white bathrobe and put it on, revealing his white and plump chest, and a thick, moist, light-colored chest hair.

"Guide?" Anderson Burren asked with a sarcastic smile. "This is really rare."

He did not tie the belt of his bathrobe, and strode into the villa with his arms and legs open and barefoot.

In the living room, Ricardo, wearing loose cloth shirt and trousers, stood crookedly behind the armchair with his useless legs crossed.

Anderson just glanced at him casually, but suddenly felt that Ricardo was a little different from usual.

It seemed as if the lifeless laziness that lingered about him had disappeared for some reason.

But Anderson did not take Ricciardo's change to heart.

His eyes quickly turned to the woman sitting on the sofa.

It was a young woman covered in a dark printed sari, with only the upper half of her face exposed.

Even if you can only see her eyebrows and eyes, it is not difficult to tell that she is a typical Oriental. Her long black eyebrows and obsidian-like deep eyes, combined together, exude the unique cold temperament of Oriental people, like ice sculptures and snow.

Anderson sat down on the sofa opposite Ai Wanxin with his legs wide apart. His beltless bathrobe hung on both sides of his body, revealing his bulging black swimming trunks that were tight on his body.

He raised his hand, and the white man who had come in behind Anderson leaned over and picked up a cigar from the humidor on the table.

Ai Wanxin tilted her head and asked, "You don't want to smoke in front of me, do you?"

She was speaking the common language, and Anderson obviously understood. He retracted his hand, leaned back in his chair, raised his chin slightly, looked Ai Wanxin up and down with interest, and said with a smile: "You are sitting in the living room of the leader of the largest gang on the outer island, and you are worried that I will smoke?"

"Oh? The biggest gang?" Ai Wanxin raised her eyelids, and her curious eyes fell on Anderson's face full of playful smile, "Can such a dirty and violent thing exist under the nose of the Sun God?"

“Hahahahahahaha—” Anderson suddenly burst into laughter, “You are so naive and cute.”

Ricardo dragged his half-limped leg around the sofa and walked behind Anderson, leaning close to his ear and whispered, "Boss, she wants to go to the inner island."

Anderson put away his smile, and one of his men beside him shook his arms, pushed Ricardo away, and whispered, "Stay away from the boss."

Ricardo was squeezed by him and staggered. He took two steps back in embarrassment and barely managed to hold on to a floor-standing sculpture beside him to avoid falling.

He lowered his head, a hint of hatred flashed in his eyes, but he quickly concealed it.

"What are you talking about?" Ai Wanxin asked at the right time.

She did not forget her current identity, that is, she was a guide whose five senses were no different from those of ordinary people. Logically, she should not be able to hear Ricardo's whisper.

Anderson shook his head slightly: "That's not important."

"Let's talk about the sun god you believe in."

Ai Wanxin's eyes showed a longing look: "I heard that there really is a god on this island. He blesses the residents of the island every day, and selects devout believers to enter the inner island to serve him and grant them eternal life."

She drooped her eyelashes in frustration: "Unfortunately, I don't know why, I was not chosen."

Anderson didn't respond to her question, but asked, "Are you a guide?"

Ai Wanxin shrugged: "So what if I'm a guide? I still wasn't selected."

Anderson carefully observed her expression and said slowly, "If I tell you that being chosen will not give you eternal life, but will instead lead to great pain, would you still want to enter the inner island?"

Ai Wanxin's eyes widened suddenly, and she sat up straight: "What do you mean? Is the holy light we are bathing in fake? But my wound, my wound is clearly healed."

Anderson chuckled: "The Holy Light is of course real, but it is also true that entering the inner island does not grant you eternal life."

"So, my little guide, give up this unrealistic idea and stay with me. You can get greater happiness than eternal life."

"I don't understand." Ai Wanxin shook her head gently. "Everyone on the island said that. Didn't you also send people to the inner island? If it's not true, why didn't you send any news back? They can't be dead, right?"

Anderson looked at Ai Wanxin suspiciously: "Are you trying to trick me, little guide?"

Ai Wanxin looked back at him warily: "Those people said a lot of lies to trick me into staying with them. I must know if you are the same as them. If you want me to give up the chance of eternal life, you can't just say a few words."

Anderson examined her eyes. Ricardo ignored the thugs who were watching him eagerly and whispered in Anderson's ear again, "Boss, she is indeed a guide. She came to my bar to avoid the sentries who brought her to the island. In order to gain my trust, she gave me counseling."

Anderson thought for a moment, and his vigilance towards a woman and a cripple was almost exhausted.

He sighed deeply and artificially: "My little guide, the light that you are bathing in that can heal your wounds is indeed real, but it is not the eternal holy light bestowed by God. It is just rays that can promote cell growth. Those metal balls are just flying robots equipped with medical functions. They are just some technology that people have never seen before."

"Technology?" Ai Wan repeated in amazement, "Is it just technology?"

Anderson admired her expression of shattered faith and hope with satisfaction, and continued, "Yes, technology, as for immortality, is nothing more than a bait to trick people into willingly climbing onto the operating table and donating part of their body."

"You definitely don't want to experience that."

"Part of the body..." Ai Wanxin chewed over Anderson's words.

Anderson saw that she seemed to be afraid, so he leaned forward and bewitched her in a magnetic voice, "You are one of the luckiest people in the apocalypse to have evolved into a guide. Instead of losing your life in pursuit of illusory eternal life, why not stay by my side? I promise that you will have endless wealth and incomparable happiness in this life. You should know what to choose, my little guide."