Chapitre 1481: A Long-Planned Murder

In contrast to NA which was shrouded in darkness, the small island in the South Pacific Ocean was bathed in sunlight.

The indigenous people that lived here led a monotonous life day after day. Apart from dancing around the campfire and mating, they also fished on rafts, or picked coconuts and dried them into something like cheese. However, it was a lot sweeter and greasier than cheese.

Trump gradually became accustomed to life on the island.

Although Twitter did not exist here, the pleasant scenery was not bad. The plane crash made him realize many things, not only about life, but also about power, wealth, and family... things that he didn't understand before but now he understood completely.

He had an idea why this crash happened, why he encountered this crash, and why those people dared to do such a thing. Right now, he couldn't care less, he could only hope that those people would spare his daughter and his Trump Group...