He signaled the century-old bodyguard next to him to put a dagger at Yehen's feet. The sharp dagger shone coldly on the deck, and there was a devilish condensation on his face.
"Now let me see you cut your own artery in front of your son and see the blood gushing out. Maybe it can bring him back to consciousness."
Ye Hen's thick eyebrows frowned slightly at his words, and a layer of frost appeared in his eyes.
His guess was indeed correct. He made Ozawa look like this.
"What's the rush? I want to see him get on the boat."
Ye Hen's eyes were cold and his voice was as low as an angry God.
Although he was not sure what he had given Ozawa, he had to let him go back there first so that he could rest assured
“It really touched me”
With a sneer, he looked up at the speedboat that Ozawa had left. The speedboat had stopped between the two ships, waiting for the people on the Yehen boat to come and pick him up.
Ye Hen gestured to the cruise ship he was selling to, and the bodyguard quickly walked into the cabin. Then Zhong Muyan appeared on the deck.
He watched Ozawa being sent over by the other party's people, and immediately jumped onto the speedboat below and rushed over desperately.
Just when he took over Ozawa, the man in black next to Ye Hen raised his submachine gun at the same time, pointing the muzzle at Ye Hen's body.
Even if Yehen, who was heavily surrounded inside, had great abilities, it would be impossible for him to escape.
As long as two of those people pull the trigger at the same time, his body will be hit by countless bullets, and it will happen in an instant.
"Hurry up and show it to me. If you are a second later, I won't be able to let you keep a complete body."
Walking to Ye Hen, he leaned on the cabin and looked at him elegantly, as if a noble gentleman was watching a magic show.
There was no trace of fear on Yehen's face. He slowly bent down and picked up the dagger on the ground. The last ray of sunset on the coastline disappeared, and the sea suddenly fell into darkness.
Ye Hen looked at the eyes and pointed the gleaming dagger at the femoral artery.
"Now, see clearly, otherwise you may never have the chance to see such a performance again."
A gust of sea breeze blew, and Ye Hen's black hair lifted up, bringing with it a strong tidal moisture that made the bodyguards with guns around them unbearable and narrowed their eyes.
The moment they closed their eyes, a flash of white light flashed across their eyes, drawing an arc in front of their eyes. When they opened their eyes again, they suddenly saw the bodyguard closest to Yehen slowly falling to the ground.
He fell to the ground, and then a stream of blood spattered from his neck, and a large area of blood immediately appeared on the deck.
The sharp tip of the dagger in Yehen's hand was not stained with a trace of blood.
The bodyguards around were shocked. They had never seen such a fast skill. They didn't know how Ye Hen did it, and they all felt scared.
But fortunately, they also hold weapons that are faster than the knife in Yehen's hand, submachine guns.
"Pop!"
But he didn't feel surprised at all, and even clapped his hands, as if to express his appreciation for Yehen's skill just now.
"It's no worse than before. Although you were very uncooperative, I am very satisfied with the performance I just saw."
The bodyguards around looked at the unpredictable expressions on their faces, wondering whether they should shoot or not, and wanted to cast a pleading look at him.