Because he had taken off his shirt just now, Feng Hao was only wearing a pair of shorts at the moment.
His bare upper body showed strong arms and beautiful abdominal muscles. At first glance, he looked like the kind of person who exercised regularly.
A wave hit, and the rocking arc of the ship's hull tilted sharply, and Kit's body slid to the side involuntarily. But Feng Hao still stood steadily, his eyes dark but revealing a cruel and bloodthirsty look.
of brilliance.
"You...what are you looking at?" Kit felt frightened by what he saw.
Feng Hao was silent, squinting his eyes slightly, surrounded by the aura of death.
Kit moved quietly and clenched his fists. He thought that if the man in front of him wanted to beat him, he should still have a chance of winning.
Seeing Feng Hao's good figure, he thought he just went to the gym to exercise and show off his airs to women. To put it bluntly, in his eyes, Feng Hao was just a rich man in trouble who had money but no place to spend it.
"Let me ask you something..."
Feng Hao stared at him and replied coldly: "I never talk to dead people!"
"You..." Kit just opened his mouth, and before you could even finish your words, Feng Hao strangled your neck like lightning.
There was a "click", and his neck bones were dislocated, and he turned into a dead corpse without even making a sound.
Feng Hao looked at Kit's body on the deck. Even though the person was dead, he still felt that Kit was too cheap. Otherwise, according to his temper, the person who bullied Xia Yucheng could only have one end. He would die.
Extremely painful.
He will have N ways to make Kit understand that life is worse than death. Therefore, he must not be relieved to let Kit die so easily.
But it's okay to be disgusted and angry. On this ship that has not yet docked, keeping a low profile is a must.
It wouldn't matter if he was alone. Now he has to think about the little woman next to him.
So, Feng Hao went to the corner of the deck to find a rope. The most indispensable thing on the ship was the rope. He used the rope to tie Ji Te's body skillfully, and then carried it to the side rail of the ship, letting the heavy body slowly
Slided off the hull.
Finally, as soon as he let go of his hand, the waves rolled on the sea again, there was no sound, and everything was as calm and peaceful as ever.
After doing all this, Feng Hao leisurely took out a cigarette lighter from his trouser bag, lit a cigarette and put it in his mouth.
In the dark night, the thin green smoke enveloped his gloomy and cold handsome face, and the fireworks flickered, showing a complex emotion that could not be expressed lightly.
Tomorrow, we should go ashore!
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"Sir, why are you still standing here? It's very late, go and have a rest! If nothing else, we will arrive in Barcelona before dinner tomorrow." After a while, Basong turned back and saw only one person left on the deck.
Fenghao is alone.
Feng Hao raised his head slightly, threw away the cigarette butt in his hand, and smiled lightly: "Yes! It's getting late!"
"Do you need a passport and ID card?" Basong asked cautiously.
"unnecessary!"
Basong was slightly disappointed. If he didn't need a passport or ID card, he would lose another opportunity to make money.
"Huh? Where's Kit?" Basong suddenly remembered something and looked around, "Have you returned to the cabin?"
"Maybe, he fell asleep!" Feng Hao felt that there was no difference between a person who was dead and someone who was asleep. It was just that one was breathing and the other was not.