Extra: Banquet Journey VIII

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The left hand that had not been retracted pulled back, just in time for a backhand big-eared melon seed.

Snapped!

This dutiful security guard with good business ability was also led by his twisted head to spin twice in place, and fell to the ground.

Except that the companion rotates clockwise and he rotates counterclockwise, the two of them have the same action in the street.

"Follow." Luke withdrew his hand, as natural as he just chased away annoying mosquitoes.

Max didn't move.

Luke glanced sideways and saw her mouth with a charming lip line wide open, and asked lightly, "Why, it's strange for me to hit someone?"

Max shuddered, his face flushed, and his eyes sparkled: "Oh, this pose is so cool, I like it."

Luke smiled: "Then let you see enough later."

Max covered his head: "Don't, don't laugh. I'm talking about your expression, well, it's not just an expression, that's it..."

She imitated Luke's pumping action just now, trying to straighten her face, trying to explain what got her point.

Luke was surprised: "Do you like this?"

Max nodded quickly.

Luke pondered for a while, put a set in his arms, took out an ordinary mask and put it on her.

Max was curious: "Why? They didn't have a masked dance party, so it's very conspicuous."

Luke: "Your expression can't match me, what should I do when people laugh?"

Max thinks it makes sense: "Okay, so do I need to prepare lines?"

Luke: "No, as long as you act like a big guy when I ask you."

"No problem." Max agreed, and then: "Well, what does a boss look like?"

Luke: "For example, if I ask you "which one", you are like this."

As he spoke, he lifted his chin slightly,

When he turned his head slowly and let his eyes fall on her, he nodded slightly, and there was a slight hum from his nose.

Max's mouth rose again: "wow, can I be this cool too?"

Luke told the main points of action: "Remember, don't turn your eyes around, you can only drive it with your head, that's almost it. Come on, show it to me."

Max did as he said, but it took only five minutes of practice for such a simple movement to pass the test.

The main reason is that her character is actually very detached, and the movements of her eyes and body always move randomly and unconsciously.

Because ordinary people do need all kinds of exaggerated facial expressions, body language to attract the attention of other people in the situation.

The big guys don't need these little tricks, they are naturally the focus of others' attention.

Besides, slowing down the action will give you a feeling of "gaining momentum", and secondly, it will leave enough time for others to think.

As for language...does it matter? Even if it's just one breath and one look, the boss reveals a slow and arrogant attitude.

Of course, to put it more practically, he got Max's aura.

It is nothing more than a gesture of killing → killing the bad guy → killing the strong bad guy.

It seems that the fierce cake chef actually prefers this kind of cold handsome guy in his heart, maybe he can try it tonight. He thought so in his mind.

After the rehearsal, Luke walked in front and Max walked behind.

Even the large bath towel on her body was fiddled with by him, and it looked more like a white shawl.

Anyway, wait, those little bad guys probably don't have the heart to tell whether it's a bath towel or a shawl.

Even if the boss is wearing a bath towel, do others dare to disrespect her?

From the bottom rear deck to the second fore deck, it has fallen into the rhythm of carnival at this moment.

The five rich second-generation people in their twenties and thirties have two to three young and beautiful people per capita.

Luke wasn't interested in watching these, the rich scum he killed had more fun than this.

One step into the front deck, his figure appeared in the last security line of sight guarding the stairs.

This security guard is here to avoid the big boy buddy from rolling down, or simply turning over from the guardrail.

However, his spirit had long been placed in the scene caused by the flesh light, so he didn't react immediately.

Then, a fan-like slap landed on his face.

Snapped!

Security's body twisted and rolled in the air for more than three and a half weeks, slamming into the carnival crowd.

Whoever made this guy a big celebrity, it is conservatively estimated that one day innocent people will die, and the shot against him is naturally much heavier than the latter two.

Besides, Max jumped into the sea to escape just now, and this guy was also there.

Letting this happen, he didn't check Max's personal safety afterwards, and left the boat directly, which would also be counted on his head.

Luke didn't think that the big boys would go and sail the boat in person.

If you accidentally hit another yacht or wash ashore, you will die.

Moreover, with the habit of bringing three security guards on board the yacht and partying, it is obvious that the family pays attention to their personal safety.

Even if the sons don't want to die, the security doesn't want to die.

Facing the "uninvited" security, a group of men and women were stunned for a moment, and many of them laughed.

Some people are still asking him if he can't hold back, everyone can reward him with two hot girls.

For a while, no one found out that the unlucky bastard had fallen into a coma due to a severe concussion.

Luke raised his hands and patted them twice.

This is a reminder on many occasions to speak publicly and everyone to be quiet.

Among the group of men and women, a small half of the people who were not too exaggerated looked at them subconsciously.

Luke put down his palm and walked towards them slowly: "Everyone, sorry to disturb you, I need a little cooperation from you next, so please keep quiet."

The slightly awake part of the people didn't know what happened for a while, but they didn't speak.

Among the people in the hi-da group, a guy turned his head and scolded: "Go away, match Nima, labor and capital..."

Snapped!

This slightly older, poor-looking man with a bad mouth and hair on the top of his head turned around 360 degrees and fell down with straight eyes.

Why not seven hundred and twenty degrees? Because his body is not as strong as those two security guards, and he is just a little red name.

If you use too much force, the middle-aged sand sculpture may only turn his head twice, but his body only turns once.

After a moment of silence, a group of people made a loud noise.

The girls were either screaming or dazed, and the guys had two guys who couldn't think jumped up, two just scolding in place.

Snapped! Snapped!

The two guys who rushed to the left and right enjoyed similar treatment from the rear deck security, and two big-eared scratches, one positive and one negative, landed on their left and right faces respectively.

The two slanted to the ground from both sides of Luke, and there was no movement.

Luke unhurriedly stretched his hand into his chest, scaring the girls to scream wildly, but the two men closed their mouths, their faces extremely ugly: Isn't Junima the standard action for killers in the movie to take out a gun and silence their mouths!

Then, they saw... a white handkerchief was slowly pulled out of the chest and exposed in front of them.

What the hell is this! Everyone was stunned.