When I returned to the store, I didn’t know who burned a basin of hot water in the bathtub. The exhausted Sarah pierced her head without thinking, and her whole body was soaked, and her long hair was floating horizontally.

The warm water temperature drove away her pain. She really wanted to fall asleep like this, sleep until dawn, and then have headaches.

Then she heard a noise and someone came into the bathroom.

Kasha appeared in front of her, looking down at her through the water, frowned slightly.

Sarah didn't say hello to her. She didn't want to talk now and was very tired.

"Kahn asked me to see your situation, you're not injured, are you?"

Sarah shook her head, her long hair shaking left and right in the water.

At that time, she had already crawled into the sea and was not directly hit by the explosion. She was just pushed hard by the waves, but was blocked by the skin nails.

Since then, she has stopped approaching the Mingyuan, but has swam all the way back.

She knew in her heart that this night of revenge was over here.

More preparation is needed and the waves are repeated.

"Do you know that this is not good for us? You only care about your hatred." Kasha said again, his voice did not carry much blame, just like a great read.

But it doesn't matter, she just needs to convey Kahn's meaning clearly.

"Even if you destroy Planck's ship now, we are not qualified to participate in the battle for territory. The dogs in the rat town will divide the docks as soon as possible. Besides, you have not killed Planck yet, which will make him alert and become more difficult to solve, and may expose us."

Sarah lowered her head lonely, and she felt sorry for this. The moment she gained strength, she was blinded by hatred, and she did not consider so many consequences when doing these things.

Before, she knew how much she had, but after symbiosis with her skin, she lacked a definite understanding of herself and was initially lost in her strength.

Now she had seen it clearly, but she didn't know what the price to pay for it.

There was only one thing she could be sure of - Bilgewater was about to change, shrouded in Planck's anger, and he would use any means to pull out the attacker.

Thinking of the love gun that he had left behind in some unknown place, Sarah's heart sank.

"There is nothing else to say. Kahn has a way to cure Planck. As long as you stop taking the initiative to make it more difficult for us, what you have to do now is to develop your own power. Kahn is already trying to find a way to make money for you, so wait."

Seeing Sarah nodding in the water, Kasha turned around and walked out of the bathroom.

After a while, Sarah, who felt that she could not hold her breath, finally came out of the bath water. She took a deep breath of fresh air, and felt that the depression was discharged with the gas in her lungs, and her mood finally improved a little.

Indeed, Kasha has said it to the point.

Planck will definitely take action, she'd better wait and see if it's going to change and not act rashly.

"I hope Kahn can get rid of the mess I left behind." Sarah sighed alone with her arms on the edge of the bathtub, tilting her head.

This position exposed her bloody proud bust. Through the hazy water vapor, Kasha took a deep look outside the door and then returned to the room.

It was almost dawn, and when Kasha closed the door, she got into the warm bed and then pulled it hard on his waist.

"What's wrong? Are you unhappy when you ask you to do something in the middle of the night?" Kahn whined, and it didn't hurt much, but he just didn't expect it.

Of course, Kasha would not say that she used Kahn as a punching bag because she was hit. She looked at something bad in the middle of the night, showed her two bright big car lights, and then she was unhappy for no reason.

But after pinching it for a while, I felt much more enjoyable. Kasha said, "I told her that she should calm down now and will not take any more initiative."

Speaking of the serious matter, Kahn forgot what happened just now. His hand slid from his pinched waist to Kahsha's smooth back and said, "That's good. This time-consuming help should allow Sarah to take the initiative to give up her dominance to me, otherwise she would always have her own ideas."

Kasha didn't want to care about Sarah's thoughts, as long as she had no idea about Kahn.

"Okay, let's not mention her anymore, go to bed!"

She buried Kahn's face in her chest and told him not to speak anymore. Or put the strength of speaking on other things, for example, now that the Nephrite Warm Scent has been delivered to her mouth, a man knows what to do.

Although her development is not as good as Sarah, it is also normal development, and the minimum experience is still there.

...

Planck did not sleep all night, and after the Netherworld extinguished the fire, he kept repairing it urgently. At the same time, he sent people to the shore to find several divers to go into the water, and searched for the traces of the attackers with all his might.

At dawn, the slaughter fleet returned to Bilgewater Port and looked at the densely packed charred corpses around the slaughter pier and the broken Netherworld.

The fleet captain was called by Planck and was scolded for being scolded. The golden narwhal was put into the port, and the slaughtering fleet was to blame.

As a result, the narwhal was not only taken as compensation by Planck, but also the huge cost of repairing the Mingyuan also fell on them, which was simply a disaster.

After searching in the morning, the divers did not find any of the bodies that could be found with the attacker, but the ship workers who repaired the Mingyuan made a discovery.

"Captain, we found this in the bottom of the bilge."

Planck did not stay in the bone carving room, but stood in the loophole on the deck and watched the repair progress below. So the boatmen did not dare to hide their personal slightest. They raised it up to tell Planck the first time they found something in the cabin.

The things were presented to Planck. This was a large-caliber pistol. It was not only powerful, precise and accurate, but also elegant in shape and unique ingenuity. It can be called a masterpiece.

"This is a gun made by Fortune." Planck flipped the pistol up and down, and after careful observation, an old face full of wrinkles was immediately stained with a layer of haze.

He still remembers Fuqiong, the famous female gunman who customized pistols for many giant merchant captains.

So it's not something that's strange to see someone using Fortun's gun.

But why is it this gun? Not her other works?

This gun reminded Planck of unpleasant memories.

In fact, Forqiong also customized a pair of pistols for Planck, which was the one that Planck took the initiative to come to the door.

But she shouldn't have made a pistol for him and said he was not worthy, so he used her gun to kill her whole family and then smashed the gun.

But now, the gun Abby Gale Forjon made for Planck appeared before him again, which reminded him of a very terrible situation.

"Is it possible that Fuqin's ghost came to take revenge last night?"

Planck shook his head vigorously, threw the ridiculous thoughts out of his mind, and held the gun in his hand tightly, making the veins pop out so hard.

"No matter whether you are a ghost or something, I will pull you out! Just hang it on my mast with a fish hook to let everyone realize what the consequences are to go against me!"

Planck's eyes were filled with anger, and he looked back at a tattooed butcher with a naked upper body and beer belly. He called him over and said.

"Go and get the sharp-scale hunters for me. I have something to ask about that bunch of bastards."
Chapter completed!