Zhao Xiaoyue, leisurely eating cantaloupe on the boat, paid no attention to anything else.
With food, drink, and a free boat ride, she's not without the ability to protect herself.
"Captain, are you on vacation?"
Zhao Xiaoyue threw the melon rind aside and said, "Finish what's in your mouth before you talk to me."
"Okay!"
Zhang Xiaomeng finished the whole steak in his hand in a few bites, and even licked his fingers clean.
Zhao Xiaoyue shook her head in disapproval.
"Hey, hey, mind your image, mind your image!"
The big guy grinned foolishly, "Hehe, this is how you eat this stuff!"
Cutting it into small pieces with a knife to eat is too tedious and doesn't suit his status.
Haha, that's called elegance, plus good dining etiquette.
Zhao Xiaoyue leaned against the bow of the boat at a 45-degree angle, gazing at the sky. They had been adrift at sea for five days.
Situ Ming plans to drift all the way to Jiujiang!
At this moment, it was just the two of them. After finishing his meal and tidying up the place, Zhang Xiaomeng rested his chin on his hands, deep in thought.
"Sigh, steering the ship is so boring."
I was just enjoying my steak, but now I'm bored.
Zhao Xiaoyue was still looking up at the sky at a 45-degree angle. "Why don't you make two fishing rods, and we can catch a shark together?"
The speaker meant no harm, but the listener's eyes lit up instantly. "That's a great idea! Captain, please wait a moment." Then the person rushed off in a flurry.
The azure waves crashed loudly, and seabirds flew overhead from time to time.
The sky is blue, the sea is blue, and only a lone boat rows between them.
The once seamless sea and sky were torn in two.
Inside the cabin, Situ Ming and Wang Biao were looking at the information sent from Hai Shi.
All the information boils down to one thing: the Henry Group has now undergone a change of leadership.
After Situ Ming angered Situ Kun so much that he was hospitalized, he was almost killed by his rivals.
There were no fewer than a dozen terrorist attacks every day. Master He and the remaining members of the Dragon Strike Force fought desperately to transfer Situ Kun from that hospital to another location.
As long as the green hills remain, there will always be firewood to burn; a gentleman's revenge is never too late, even after ten years...
It's a pity, they don't have much time left!
Situ Ming stubbed out his cigarette on Situ Kun's photo.
Looking at the photo showing two holes burned through it, a slanted smile curled at the corners of his mouth, and a fierce and cruel light flashed in his eyes.
Fifth Master He and Situ Kun fled desperately, all the way to the scene of the car accident from years ago.
There were only three or four people left with Master He.
They raised their guns and pointed them at the large group of people in front of them. Their hands holding the guns were trembling uncontrollably, and they were completely disheveled.
"Yang Zhuo, you traitor!"
What kind of expression could someone with facial paralysis make? No expression at all.
He Zhengtai's arm trembled intermittently, and blood kept flowing down his fingers.
Situ Kun's mouth was crooked and his eyes were slanted. One of his hands was clenched into a chicken claw shape, and he looked like he was paralyzed on one side.
That's how it is. When he saw Yang Zhuo, who was in charge, he was so excited that he drooled.
"Mmm, ho ho."
That beast Situ Ming! I'm his father, how could he do this?
The murderer of his father is an outrage against humanity!
Let him go! Just this once!
He has let that beast go many times!
With a blank expression, Yang Zhuo said, "Young Master asked me to pass on a message to you," and then added emotionlessly, "Are you familiar with this place?"
After saying that, he raised his hand, and a bullet shot straight out, hitting Situ Kun in the forehead.
Immediately afterwards, more than a dozen people opened fire directly in front of them.
Situ Kun's bloodshot old eyes suddenly widened, and the force of the impact from the bloody hole made him instinctively retreat.
And so, she and Master He fell off a precipice, ending her illustrious life.
"Boss Zhuo, should we go down and look for the body?"
"Yes, of course we must. We must ensure they die without a burial place."
The people following behind scattered to search for the body.
Madam, young master, you can rest in peace now!
Ten days later
Situ Ming looked at the photos Yang Zhuo sent over: two photos of mangled corpses.
A soft "ha!" escaped his throat.
Then the sound of a lighter rolling down the wall filled the silent room, and with a flicker of light, the two photos turned to ashes.
Everything has settled down!
Situ Kun...you lost!
"Hey sir, why do I have this creepy feeling about Situ Ming these past few days?"
As he spoke, Zhang Xiaomeng shuddered.
"Enough talk, it's your turn to play your card!"
"Hey, helmsman, how can you not care about your friend at all! One three."
"Mind your own business! Heh, mind your own business. It's your turn."
"Bomb! Haha, you lost, helmsman! Stick a note, hurry up and stick a note!"
"Holy crap, it's another bomb!"
Zhao Xiaoyue was so angry she jumped up and down, "How many bombs are there already?"
As he spoke, he stuck another note on his face, which was already covered in notes.
In a few more rounds, these two will probably be covered in ghillie suits.
"Then why did he call us here?"
Zhao Xiaoyue shuffled the cards. "Let's go to Jiujiang City and find someone named Bai Butiao."
"Huh? Why not take it for free?"
Zhao Xiaoyue slightly raised her eyes, "How come you know them?"
Zhang Xiaomeng scratched his head, "Don't know it, this name is weird, haha!"
"Tch, you can't judge a book by its cover these days, hurry up and get your cards."
Zhang Xiaomeng took the first card, and Zhao Yue followed up, saying, "Headmaster, look at what you're saying. Everyone in RL is a genuine person."
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