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His left hand, which hadn't been retracted yet, was caught in a backhand slap.
Pa!
The loyal and competent security guard spun twice on the spot from the twisting head and fell to the ground with a thud.
Except for the fact that his partner had spun clockwise and he had spun counterclockwise, their movements were exactly the same.
"Keep up." Luke retracted his hand as naturally as if he had just been swatting away an annoying mosquito.
Max, however, didn't move.
Luke glanced at her and saw that her lips were wide open. He asked casually, "What, is it weird that I hit someone?"
Max trembled and blushed, her eyes sparkling. "Oh, that's so cool. I like it."
Luke was amused. "Then I'll let you see all you want later."
Max covered her head. "Don't, don't laugh. I'm talking about your expression. Hm, not just your expression, it's like this … "
She tried to make a straight face as she imitated Luke's slapping gesture, trying to explain what had caught her attention.
Luke was surprised. "You like this?"
Max quickly nodded.
Pondering for a moment, Luke took out a regular mask and put it on for her.
Max was curious. "Why? It's not like they're having a masquerade ball. It'll be very eye-catching. "
Luke said, "Your expression can't match mine. What if they laugh later?"
Max found it reasonable. "Fine, do I need to prepare my lines?"
Luke said, "There's no need. I just need you to act like a bigshot when I ask you questions."
"No problem," Max agreed. Then, he asked, "Well, what does a boss look like?"
Luke said, "For example, if I ask you 'which one', you'll act like this."
As he spoke, he raised his chin slightly and slowly turned his head. When his gaze fell on her, he nodded slightly and hummed softly.
Max's mouth opened wide again. "Wow, I can be that cool?"
Luke reminded her again, "Remember, don't move your eyes around. You can only move your head. That's about it. Come on, show me. "
Max did as he was told, but it took him five minutes to barely pass such a simple movement.
The main reason was that her personality was very jumpy. Her eyes and body would always move around unconsciously.
This was because ordinary people did need all kinds of exaggerated facial expressions and body language to attract the attention of others.
Big bosses, on the other hand, didn't need these little tricks. They were naturally the center of attention.
Moreover, slowing down one's movements would give one the feeling of "accumulating power", and it would also give others enough time to think.
As for language … was it important? Even if it was just a breath or a glance from the big boss, it revealed a slow arrogance.
Of course, to put it more realistically, he could feel Max's aura.
It was nothing more than going through the process of killing someone → killing a bad guy → killing a very strong bad guy. It was just a gesture that he showed before taking action.
It seemed that the ferocious cake maker actually preferred this kind of cool and handsome guy. Perhaps he could try it tonight. He pondered in his heart.
After the rehearsal, Luke walked in front and Max walked behind.
He even fiddled with the large towel draped over her body, making it look more like a white shawl.
In any case, those little bastards probably wouldn't be in the mood to distinguish whether it was a bath towel or a shawl.
Even if the big boss was wearing a bath towel, would other people dare disrespect her?
From the bottom deck to the second deck, the place was already in a carnival rhythm.
Five rich second-generation heirs in their twenties and thirties were surrounded by two or three young, beautiful, and passionate girls. The first half of the party had already started.
Luke wasn't interested in watching this. The rich scumbags he had killed had a lot more fun than this.
As soon as he stepped onto the front deck, he appeared in the line of sight of the last security guard at the top of the stairs.
This security guard was here to prevent the high rollers from rolling down or simply jumping over the guardrail.
But he was already focused on the fleshy scene, so he didn't react for a moment.
Then, the palm that was as big as a palm fan landed on his face.
Pa!
The security guard's body spun in the air for more than three and a half times before he crashed into the reveling crowd with a bang.
After all, this guy had a red name, and had probably killed innocent people one day. Naturally, he was hit much harder than the other two.
Besides, this guy had been there when Max jumped into the sea to escape.
Allowing such a situation to happen, and not even checking on Max's personal safety after the incident, and directly sailing away, was also to blame for this.
Luke didn't think that the high rollers would sail the boat themselves.
If they accidentally crashed into another yacht or washed ashore, they might die.
Besides, these people had the habit of bringing three security guards with them when they sailed the yacht. Clearly, their families were very concerned about their safety.
Even if the young masters didn't want to live, the security guards wouldn't.
Faced with the "uninvited" security guards, the group was stunned for a moment, before many of them burst out laughing.
Someone even asked him if he couldn't hold it in anymore and if they could reward him with two hot girls.
For a moment, nobody realized that the unlucky guy had passed out from a severe concussion.
Luke raised his hands and clapped them twice.
This was a signal on many occasions that he was going to speak in public and for everyone to be quiet.
Among the group of men and women, a small half of the people who weren't too high subconsciously looked over.
Luke put down his hands and slowly walked toward them. "Sorry to disturb you, but I need your cooperation, so please be quiet."
Those who were slightly more clear-headed didn't know what was going on, and didn't say anything.
Among the high rollers, a guy turned around and cursed, "F * ck off, f * ck off, I …"
Pa!
The slightly older, less good-looking, balding man with a foul mouth turned 360 degrees on the spot and fell to the ground with his eyes staring straight ahead.
Why wasn't it 720 degrees? Because he wasn't as strong as the two security guards, and he only had a red name.
If he used too much force, the middle-aged man might only be able to turn his head twice, but his body would only be able to turn once.
After a moment of silence, the group of people burst into noise.
The girls were either screaming or at a loss. Two of the men who had lost the ability to think lunged at Luke, while the other two simply cursed him.
Pa! Pa!
The two guys who lunged at Luke were given the same treatment as the security guards on the deck, and were slapped on the left and right cheeks.
They fell to the ground on either side of Luke and didn't move again.
Luke reached into his chest unhurriedly, and the girls screamed in fear. The two men, however, shut their mouths with awful expressions. Wasn't this the standard action of a killer pulling out a gun to silence a witness in a movie?
Then, they saw … a white handkerchief slowly being pulled out of his chest and exposed before their eyes.
What the hell? Everybody was stunned.
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