After a good night's sleep, Jiang Shuwei appeared on the deck, stretched lazily, with a rosy complexion and full of energy.
Someone who thought he had vented his anger had been secretly waiting in the corner to watch the show.
Even if I can't do it, I'll be happy to tease her a few times.
But why was the old woman fine?
Not only is he fine, but his spirits and energy are even better than his?
This shouldn't be the case.
Thinking of something, Zhang Zhonglin looked at Fu Jiusi in confusion.
Could this guy be a silver-plated spearhead?
Damn! Bad luck!
Just as Zhang Zhonglin was beating his chest and stamping his feet, a dark shadow loomed before his eyes.
The incident happened suddenly, which scared him and also frightened the bodyguard beside him.
This guy is too fast! I'm no match for him!
Is the young master going to get beaten again? The bodyguard's face was livid as he pretended to be calm and stood guard beside Zhang Zhonglin, hoping to block a few more blows from the young master.
Zhang Zhonglin looked at the expressionless and rough face in front of him, and his eyes unconsciously moved down to a slightly bulging part of Fu Jiusi's body.
Bah! Good-looking but useless rubbish!
He wasted a good medicine.
This time it was Fu Jiusi's turn to feel his scalp tingling. What's wrong with this kid?
Where are the eyes looking? And what's that expression?
Just as he was about to take action with a dark face, Zhang Zhonglin suddenly bent over and cursed Fu Jiusi contemptuously:
"A silver-plated spear head! Humph!"
After shouting, he turned around and ran away, leaving Fu Jiusi standing there stiffly with a dark face.
Jiang Shuwei was already close to him, so she really understood the phrase "silver-plated spear head".
She came over with a suppressed smile and carefully looked at her man's face:
"Gangzi doesn't know him, does he?"
Fu Jiusi shook his head and glanced coldly at the direction where Zhang Zhonglin was fleeing, with a gloomy look on his face: "I don't know."
Oh no! Jiang Shuwei raised her eyebrows and nodded, then turned and slowly left.
Fu Jiusi glanced fiercely at the people watching the excitement around him. Those who met his gaze avoided him, but some still chirped softly.
After hearing the important information, Fu Jiusi strode away.
"Are you saying that idiot is Zhang Zhonglin?" Jiang Shuwei was surprised.
Fu Jiusi nodded, "It should be correct."
"Oh! No wonder he was so angry but couldn't say anything after getting slapped yesterday. It turns out it was him. Even his father would have to keep his tail between his legs when facing Tian Liyun."
Jiang Shuwei frowned and rubbed her hands together, regretting that she had not performed well yesterday.
"Looking at him today, it seems like he's waiting there specifically. Did he do something to us?" Fu Jiusi muttered, rubbing his chin.
"It's possible. With his reckless personality, he definitely wouldn't be able to take a slap in the face." Jiang Shuwei lowered her head and felt around herself, "But I don't feel uncomfortable anywhere. How about you, Brother Nine? Do you feel any discomfort?"
Fu Jiusi shook his head and said, "I don't feel anything."
Even if I don’t feel like it, it’s almost time to go to the island.
"Brother Jiu, we are not familiar with the environment on the island. What should we do after we land on it?"
"It's simple. You just pretend to be sick. Gangzi isn't very familiar with Tian Liyun's affairs. I'll pay someone to lead the way, and then we can just ask some questions."
Jiang Shuwei nodded happily when she heard it, "Okay, I'll listen to you."
Fu Jiusi bent down, picked her up and put her on the bed. "Then lie down. I'll find someone to lead the way."
The people on the supply ship were all members of the organization on the island, and they knew a lot about upper-level figures like Tian Liyun.
Fu Jiusi found a man who looked relatively stable and offered him a reasonable price, which the other party gladly accepted.
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