Chapter 1597 No Heartache

On the horizon of the sea, the sun sets, and the orange scenery dyes the entire sea surface with color. The scenery is beautiful, but no one appreciates it, and no one has the heart to appreciate it.

The black-clad people guarding the beach are all shocked and staring at the two men in the sunset with fear.

They are shocked and scared, surprised that they can fight for so long, surprised at their skills. Fear of their skills, fear of their fierceness, how terrifying it is to fight for several hours in a row?

How amazing is this physical fitness?

One knife after another, you knife and I knife, the clothes on the body are stained with blood, but they don’t look at it, and they don’t frown, as if they don’t feel the pain.

The sound of sucking breath came out.

Ivan whistled: "Your boss is good enough."

Wu Yu: "Your boss is scary strong."

The two stopped arguing and boasted to each other.

Dong——

Jin Moshen threw away the knife in his hand and sat down on the sofa: "No more fighting, no more fighting, we can't tell the winner until tomorrow morning, I'm so tired."

Lu Yanzhi stopped and squinted his eyes slightly. The dagger in his hand was still dripping with blood. The light of the setting sun hit his face, and a layer of shadow covered him. He looked moody and uncertain.

Jin Moshen: "That's enough. I've let you vent your anger for so long, you should be satisfied."

Lu Yanzhi threw away the dagger in his hand, and the tip of the knife was fiercely inserted into the sand on the coast. He turned around suddenly and said in a deep voice: "Take him to the plane, and shoot him directly if you dare to run. Don't hesitate."

Jin Moshen: "..."

Damn!

In the end, he worked so hard to accompany the fight, but ended up accompanying him in vain?

Ivan waved his hand.

Countless weapons pointed at him mercilessly.

Ivan: "Second Master, please."

On the plane, Lu Yanzhi appeared again with a clean set of clothes, only Jin Moshen was still wearing bloody clothes, sitting alone in a seat.

If the plane had not been surrounded by submachine guns, he would have run away long ago.

Lu Yanzhi paused, frowned, and glanced at him with disgust: "Go and wash it!"

Jin Moshen: "Okay, I think it's dirty too."

He stood up and walked down the plane.

Just as he walked to the door of the cabin, a black hole of things shot straight at his forehead from front to back, left to right. He gritted his teeth, weighed the pros and cons, turned his head back, and looked at Lu Yanzhi and laughed angrily.

"Where are you looking at the prisoners? But do you think these people can keep an eye on me?"

Lu Yanzhi sneered: "You can try to run, I don't mind bringing a corpse back."

Jin Moshen: "Okay!"

He turned his head and walked to the back of the cabin, opened a door and walked in.

Wu Yu followed behind and whispered, "Boss, let's endure it for now. Even if we return to China, we can still escape without anyone noticing."

Jin Moshen: "You want me to endure it?"

Wu Yu: "Well, people have to bow their heads under the eaves."

Jin Moshen sneered.

Lu Yanzhi sat down in a seat opposite Jin Moshen. He leaned back and rubbed his brow bone with his knuckles. This action lasted for a few seconds until Ivan appeared. He stopped.

Ivan held the medical box in his hand and said, "Young Master Di, you should treat your injury. Your body is not as fast as the second young master's recovery."

Lu Yanzhi: "No need."

Ivan: "But if you don't treat it, it will hurt."

Lu Yanzhi put down his hand, glanced out the window, and said in a low voice: "It's better to feel distressed."