It was a very long knife. If you weren't on horseback, it would be difficult to draw. You could only use it to slice or stab. To perform a clean head-to-body separation technique, you would need to draw the knife horizontally. But Ah Ha's height plus the length of the knife itself... Chen Ke was shocked, and Yue Zhongqi began to envy and be jealous of Wang Baodao again.
Because he was there at the time, but he didn't even notice!
Two blond, blue-eyed white men were working like oxen for them, huffing and puffing as they carried barrels of sulfuric acid.
A group of international police officers surrounded Wang Baodao. He pretended to hold the knife with both hands, then jumped up and said, "Whoosh!"
Hu Yong was annoyed: "Are you fucking crazy? Why are you imitating a fluttering moth?"
Wang Baodao couldn't imitate it, so he could only describe it: "You've seen ballet, right? You know the splits, right? She can do the splits in mid-air, and then, with a swish, she swung her knife and just happened to slice off Aha's head."
Well, Chen Ke could roughly imagine it. His cousin could not only fly a helicopter into the sky, but also carry a knife and do something big. What should he say?
As the older cousin, he felt utterly ashamed and inferior.
Yue Zhongqi also exclaimed in deep admiration, "Awesome!"
Ram came to fetch the bucket and said, "Hey buddy, awesome."
...
Chen Rou is currently unaware of the disappearance of Song Yuanchao and Dong Ye's group.
Just now, on the warship, Wade called by radio and said that the situation in Taiwan was very bad, so she and Nie Zhao returned to port and are now on the warship.
Medium-sized ships are great; the corridors are wider, and the various activity areas are larger.
It's a warship that's just been painted, so the smell is a bit strong.
Taiwanese boy did indeed have a high fever; the thermometer went off the charts, with a red line pointing to his head. His lips had turned purple, and his face was as pale as paper. Wade had Ah Kuan give him a double dose of strong antipyretics.
Whether his fever will subside remains to be seen.
Furthermore, Nie Yao also had a very high fever. In order not to contaminate the room too much, they simply put him in one room. And Nie Yao had been talking about Chen Rou since earlier. At this moment, he was still running a high fever and kept calling out, "A Rou, A Rou!"
Also, there's that little girl, Li Jianmei. She refuses to wear a mask, and although there aren't any mosquitoes on the ship yet, she refuses to leave Wandaozai. She squats by the bed, and she scratches and grabs anyone who touches her.
Wade wanted to forcibly take the girl away, but of course he had to ask the landlady for permission first.
It's been three days and three nights since we arrived in the Philippines. Chen Rou has barely slept and is very tired. She needs to rest. After looking at Li Jianmei for a moment, she said, "Give her a blanket and let her sleep next to Wan Daozai."
Wade said, "She's still very young, and if she gets dengue fever, she might not survive it."
Chen Rou looked at the little girl for a moment and said, "She can do it."
Li the Cripple had four children. The other children all had names like "Bringing Glory to Ancestors" or "Bringing in Wealth and Treasure," but the little girl's name was the worst: "Jianmei" (meaning "See Sister"), which also meant "cheap sister."
Her voice is soft and cute when she speaks, but she has an exceptionally stubborn personality.
Chen Rou vaguely saw her younger self in this little girl, and such girls have the strongest vitality.
Once outside the cabin, Nie Zhao led the way this time.
On the rugged, austere warship, Chen Rou wanted to get a good night's sleep, but all she could imagine was a narrow, creaky wire bed where she had to be on tenterhooks to turn over, lest she fall off.
But as Mr. Nie, with his disheveled hair and sweat stains on his collar, pushed open the heavy fire door, Ms. Chen's eyes lit up.
Who would believe it? He brought over an expensive Italian leather sofa, with a soft Persian rug underneath. He took off his shoes and stepped onto it, then took a Coke and a cup of hot water from Secretary An and asked, "What would you like to drink?"
Chen Rou kicked off her shoes and stepped onto the carpet, took the Coke, opened it, took a sip, put it down casually, and then took the hot water cup.
She sat down on the sofa, which was soft but had excellent load-bearing capacity, and wanted to take a nap.
She turned to the side, and Boss Nie immediately offered his thigh, patting her: "Just lie down."
The large, soft, and supportive sofa is so comfortable to lie on.
Chen Rou took a sniff and discovered that the smell of paint and engine oil was gone from the room. In its place was the orange-toned perfume that she always liked, and it was a very expensive one.
This is Boss Nie's home turf.
This is also the reason why Chen Rou, despite wanting to resist and stay away from it, couldn't help but fall into its clutches—the sugar-coated bullets of capitalism.
It's good to be rich!
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