"Who is it?" Lu Dongjie walked over and opened the door a crack.

Suddenly, a faint smell of blood hit my face.

Lu Dongjie suddenly became alert and paid careful attention to the environment in the corridor.

"Jie, I finally found you." The tall man appeared in a flash.

"Grant?" Lu Dongjie was slightly surprised and looked him up and down, "Why are you injured?"

The man in front of him was covered in blood, and he had obviously suffered a fierce fight.

"Is something serious happening?" Grant looked around carefully and said weakly, "Let's talk about it after we go in."

Lu Dongjie helped him in and closed the door smoothly.

Zhao Yazhi opened her eyes wide and asked nervously: "Ajie, who is he?"

When she saw an injured foreigner coming in, she immediately had a bad feeling.

"You go to the next room first." Lu Dongjie shook his head and warned her in a serious tone, "Remember, don't come out if nothing happens."

"Is there any danger?" Zhao Yazhi hesitated and looked at him worriedly, "Okay, be careful."

Although she was full of doubts, looking at his solemn look and the wounded foreigner, she knew something big had happened.

She put on a coat and went out, giving them a worried look as she closed the door.

"There are terrorists on the ship, and they have taken control of the entire ship." Grant sat on the bed panting.

"Terrorists?" Lu Dongjie lost his voice in surprise and looked up at him, "What are they going to do?"

He opened his luggage bag and took out the first-aid medicine he had brought with him.

"Hiss... they want to kidnap the crown prince." Grant endured the pain, took off his coat and threw it aside.

Blood seeped out from several places on his body, staining his white shirt dark red.

"Kidnapping the Crown Prince." Lu Dongjie flashed a hint of surprise and looked directly at him, "Are you working as a bodyguard for the royal family?"

"Yes, I suspect someone leaked the news." Grant said through gritted teeth.

"Take off your shirt too." Lu Dongjie raised his hand and looked at him carefully, "Why are they all stab wounds?"

"They were afraid of alerting the enemy." Grant smiled bitterly, "If it was a gunshot wound, I'm afraid you wouldn't even be able to see me."

It's rare for Grant to find joy in his misery, but this humor really wasn't the right time.

"Be patient." Lu Dongjie handed him a towel and reminded him, "It's very painful."

"What is this?" Grant didn't take it, but looked at his hand in confusion.

The small bottle in Lu Dongjie's hand didn't even have a label, which immediately reminded him of his previous embarrassment.

"It's used to save your dog's life." Lu Dongjie lost his temper and threw the towel into his hand, "You will know your mistake later."

Grant had no choice but to hold a towel, stuff it in his mouth, and bite it hard.

Lu Dongjie squatted down and carefully inspected the injury.

Grant's wounds were shocking, and the flesh on the surface burst open.

The knife is sharp and the bones are deep enough.

It can be seen that these people use professional killing techniques and are not ordinary terrorists.

Fortunately, Grant was very skilled and knew how to avoid the key points.

Otherwise, if there was even a slight deviation, he would have died long ago.

Lu Dongjie first wiped and cleaned the wound with medicinal wine, and dealt with a few vital parts first.

"Hiss..." Grant grinned in pain and stared at Lu Dongjie.

"Calm down." Lu Dongjie glanced at him and smiled mischievously, "This is just an appetizer."

Lu Dongjie clapped his hands, picked up the medicine bottle and opened the cap. A strong smell immediately filled the whole room.

Grant's nose couldn't help but tighten, and he almost felt sick and vomited.

Lu Dongjie slowly poured the ointment from the bottle onto the cotton stick, his face as if nothing had happened and there was no unnecessary expression.

Grant looked at the black and smelly thing, and the muscles on his face couldn't help but tremble slightly.

"Bitter medicine, I've told you before." Lu Dongjie couldn't help but laugh when he saw him like that.

"Stop talking, let's fight quickly." Grant suppressed his nausea, made up his mind, and closed his eyes.

Lu Dongjie shook his head, and then slowly applied the ointment to the wound, bit by bit, and repeated it very carefully.

"Hiss..." Grant was so painful that veins appeared on his face and arms, cold sweat dripped from his forehead, and he felt like his teeth were about to be broken.

In an instant, he had the urge to punch Lu Dongjie down. It hurt so damn much.

He would rather go into shock than endure this pain.

I don't know how long it took, but Grant felt like he had been in hell for a century, which was too torturous.

But now he felt that all the nerves in his body were activated, especially the wound that felt a little itchy and cool.

This ointment is like Chinese witchcraft, but the effect is really good.

"Where is your employer, the crown prince?" Seeing that he was fine, Lu Dongjie packed his things and asked, "If you don't protect him well, will you be dismissed and investigated?"

"A few of us protected the crown prince and retreated to a safe area, hiding temporarily." Grant exhaled.

"These people are not simple people, and they may not be willing to give up so easily." Lu Dongjie smiled leisurely.

"Jie, I implore you to help and rescue His Royal Highness the Crown Prince." Grant became solemn and looked at him seriously, "We must protect his safety."

"Those princes and grandsons have nothing to do with each other." Lu Dongjie looked up at him and waved his hand politely, "There is no need for me to risk my life to rescue him, right?"

"Jay, as a British citizen, how could you say such a thing?" Grant said anxiously.

"I am not a naturalized British citizen." Lu Dongjie interrupted him and said calmly: "Essentially, I am just a Chinese."

"Jie, you forgot the oath you swore when you joined the police force, to serve the Queen of England and her crown prince and heirs." Grant opened his eyes wide.

"I no longer deserve to be a vigilant, so the oath is naturally invalid." Lu Dongjie shrugged, unmoved, "I am just an ordinary citizen now."

"Since we have fought side by side, how about you help me?" Grant begged, playing the friendship card.

"They are terrorists who kill without batting an eye, and all of them have guns in their hands." Lu Dongjie said exaggeratedly, then pointed at himself, "You want me to die?"

"Jay, they are no match for you." Grant began to give him a high hat. "During the training, those members of the Special Air Service were defeated by you."

"A good man is not brave enough." Lu Dongjie glanced at him and spread his hands helplessly, "I have a wife and children now, and I no longer have the courage to take this risk."

"Jay, if you save His Royal Highness the Crown Prince, you will receive the British Empire's highest civil medal of honor." Grant's eyes seemed to be shining.

"What are those scraps of copper and iron? They can't be exchanged for money. I don't think they are heavy even if they are put into the coffin." Lu Dongjie rolled his eyes at him.

"Jay, you weren't so snobbish before, but now you have money for everything." Grant said angrily.

"Do I still expect those gentlemen to say hypocritically at the funeral, oh, this warrior who gave his life to save His Highness, the British people will never forget him." Lu Dongjie smiled sarcastically,

Grant was furious and sat silent.

Motivate them with emotion, lure them with benefits.

Grant had stayed in Hong Kong for several years and still had some understanding of the Chinese people's temperament.

He tried all these tricks, but they had no effect on Lu Dongjie.

Lu Dongjie couldn't bear to see his old friend's dejected look.

"Grant, it's just an errand for you. There's no need to risk your life." Lu Dongjie patted him on the shoulder and advised him in turn, "Maybe when we dock tomorrow morning, the crown prince will still be unscathed."

"If they can't find anyone, they will blow up the ship before sunrise tomorrow." Grant sneered.

"WTF, why didn't you tell me earlier?" Lu Dongjie suddenly stood up and stared at him condescendingly, "Aren't you lying to me?"

"Hey, now you know you're scared." Grant sneered and turned around, "Humph, believe it or not."

He just wanted to cross his arms and make a cold gesture, but he had no choice but to touch the wound, which made his face look weird in pain.

Lu Dongjie took a breath and tried to calm down.
Chapter completed!