Chapter 1597: no distress
On the horizon of the sea, the sun sets in the west, and the orange scenery dyes the entire sea surface.
The people in black guarding on the beach were all shocked and stared at the two men under the sunset in fear.
They were frightened and frightened, surprised that they could play for so long, and how good they were. Fear of their skills, fear of their fierceness, how terrifying is it to be able to fight for hours in a row?
How amazing is this physical fitness?
One knife after another, you knifed me and one knife, the clothes on the body were stained with blood, but they didn't look at them, and they didn't frown, as if they couldn't feel the pain.
A sound of inhalation came out.
Ivan whistled: "Your boss is enough."
Wu Yu: "Your boss is powerful and scary."
The two no longer quarreled, but boasted to each other.
thump—
Jin Moshen threw away the knife in his hand and sat on the sofa: "No more beatings, no more beatings, I won't be able to tell the outcome of the fight until tomorrow morning, I'm so tired."
Lu Yanzhi stopped and narrowed his eyes slightly, the dagger in his hand was still dripping with blood, the brilliance of the setting sun hit his face, and a layer of shadow obscured him.
Jin Moshen: "you're enough, it's time to be content with letting you take it out for so long."
Lu Yanzhi threw away the dagger in his hand, and the tip of the knife plunged into the beach on the coast. He turned around abruptly with a deep voice: "Get on the plane, dare to run and shoot directly, don't hesitate."
Jin Moshen: "..."
Depend on!
In the end, he was exhausted to fight, and ended up being lonely?
Ivan waved his hand.
Countless weapons pointed at him mercilessly.
Ivan: "Second Young Master, please."
On the plane, Lu Yanzhi reappeared in clean clothes, only Jin Moshen was still wearing **** clothes and sitting in a seat alone.
If it weren't for the fact that the plane was surrounded by submachine guns, he would have run away.
Lu Yanzhi paused slightly, frowned, and glanced at him with disgust: "Go and wash up!"
Jin Moshen: "Okay, I also feel dirty."
Yan closed, he got up and walked off the plane.
It was just that he had just walked to the door of the cabin, and something with a black hole in the front, back, left and right came straight at his forehead. He gritted his teeth, weighed the pros and cons, turned his head back, and smiled at Lu Yanzhi.
"What about the prisoners? But do you think these people can see me?"
Lu Yanzhi snorted coldly: "You can try it out, I don't mind taking a corpse back."
Jin Moshen: "OK!"
He turned his head towards the back of the cabin, opened a door and walked in.
Wu Yu followed behind and whispered: "Boss, let's bear it for a while, even if we return to China, we can run out of the country without knowing it."
Jin Moshen: "you make me bear it?"
Wu Yu: "What, people have to bow their heads under the eaves."
Jin Mo sneered.
Lu Yanzhi sat in a position opposite Jin Moshen. He leaned against the back of the chair and rubbed his brow bones with his knuckles. This action lasted for a few seconds, and he didn't stop until Ivan appeared.
Ivan held the medicine box in his hand and said, "Young Master Emperor, the injury should still be dealt with. Your body does not recover as fast as Second Young Master."
Lu Yanzhi: "No need."
Ivan: "But if you don't deal with it, it will hurt a lot."
Lu Yanzhi put down his hand, glanced out the window, and said in a low voice, "No distress."