Strongest Guard

As soon as Hamm stepped out of the door, he saw the three dead bodies of yellow-bearded man lying on the ground outside.    

    

They were lying on their backs on the ground, their eyeballs nearly popping out of their sockets. A layer of greyish white film had already covered them.    

    

This layer of film was a special symbol for the dead.    

    

How could her three subordinates suddenly die outside the guest room?    

    

They all had guns!    

    

Three pistols were placed in front of the corpse.    

    

Before Hamm's scream faded away, he felt his body suddenly float backwards.    

    

When they went out, Lee Nanfang was worried that Hamm's men would attack him with guns the moment they left the door, so of course they had to hide behind her and use her as a shield.    

    

Suddenly hearing her scream, Lee Nanfang didn't even need to look to know that something shocking had happened outside.    

    

Otherwise, Hamm, who could be considered a top terrifying leader in the whole world, wouldn't be called that.    

    

Without thinking, Lee Nanfang reached out and held her by the waist, quickly turned around and carried her to the door of the guest room and looked outside.    

    

Right now, she was Min Rou's protector. Nothing could go wrong with her.    

    

"Damn, why did these three bros suddenly die?"    

    

After seeing the three corpses, Lee Nanfang, who really thought that something big had happened, calmed down.    

    

He already knew that the yellow-bearded man's name was Bill, and he was one of Hamm's most loyal subordinates.    

    

Hamm was Lee Nanfang's enemy.    

    

Now that one of the enemy's most loyal subordinates had died here, Lee Nanfang had to feel sad. Did he have to take it seriously?    

    

He didn't laugh out loud in joy, he was already giving Hamm a lot of face.    

    

But soon, he could no longer be happy.    

    

He could see how the three of them had died, and who had killed them.    

    

Shattering the throat with a claw.    

    

Besides Yang Xiao, who else could have such terrifying claw power?    

    

Ye Xiaodao had once said that he had personally witnessed Yang Xiao's one claw that had cut five bloody holes through Lin Yiting's head.    

    

Only Yang Xiao, who came from nowhere, could have such terrifying claw strength.    

    

He ripped apart a person's throat as easily as a child stabbing a needle through a balloon.    

    

"Sure enough, you are on this boat."    

    

Lee Nanfang squatted in front of Bill's body and made sure that Bill died under his claws. Then he raised his head and slowly looked around the huge cabin.    

    

There was no one there.    

    

Like a grave.    

    

However, on the upper level of the tomb, there was continuous applause, and the pleasant laughter of the good-natured people could be heard.    

    

However, Lee Nanfang was clear that these people would not be able to laugh very soon.    

    

Yang Xiao will not interrupt their happy laughter -- just like killing Bill and the other two -- just because he doesn't want them to "disturb" Lee Nanfang and Hamm.    

    

After the two of them finished making love, Yang Xiao, who did good deeds without leaving a name, left.    

    

Since Lee Nanfang was able to deduce all these, there was no reason to do so. Unexpectedly, it was Yang Xiao who was causing a ruckus.    

    

Why would he do that?    

    

Lee Nanfang couldn't figure it out and didn't have time to think about it.    

    

Now there's something more important waiting for him to analyze with his wise mind --    

    

With Yang Xiao's personality, he was only helping Lee Nanfang kill the three men. After leaving, he would only hide in the dark to watch the fun, not caring about the lives of the kind people on this cruise.    

    

He wasn't a good man, and he didn't care to be a bodyguard, so he had to be a waiter.    

    

With Yang Xiao's skill, it would be too easy for him to quietly climb onto the cruise ship the moment the cruise ship left the port.    

    

As soon as he was aboard the cruise ship, he would disguise himself as a waiter.    

    

It could only be a waiter, not a bodyguard.    

    

Only a bodyguard like Lee Nanfang would come to the cabin to pee, and find a room to see the porno film in order to pass the time.    

    

True professional bodyguards would only follow the boss's orders and gather on the deck of the ship to enjoy the wind.    

    

Of course, Yang Xiao didn't like to blow the wind, so he would pretend to be a waiter and come into the cabin to watch Lee Nanfang.    

    

Lee Nanfang thought about the black-clothed waiter that he met when he came out of the washroom.    

    

That's Yang Xiao.    

    

"Your sister's soul has always been lingering around, always following your father. "You even caused me to lose my chaste grass today, you are too despicable."    

    

Lee Nanfang squinted his eyes. While he was cursing in a low voice, a fragrant wind came from beside him.    

    

It was Bill who walked out, enduring the pain on his butt as he slowly knelt down on one knee.    

    

Seeing that one of his most loyal subordinates died with his eyes open, Hamm bit his lips and asked softly: "Who, is he?"    

    

Lee Nanfang looked back at her and said lightly: "A real demon. He likes to kill people, and he also likes to do things to make us both lose our minds and do things like that. "    

    

To be able to become one of the most notorious people in the world, Hamm's IQ definitely wasn't that low.    

    

After some thought, he understood why Lee Nanfang said that.    

    

"What is your relationship with him?"    

    

Hamm asked this because she heard Lee Nanfang's mutter just now and also saw the obvious fear on his face. That was why she concluded that he and that murderous demon were definitely not friends.    

    

Lee Nanfang thought about it and answered honestly, "I don't know. I don't even know where he came from. All I know is that he's interested in me. He's been hiding in the dark these days, following me. Wherever I go, he will be there — killing for me without my having to say thank you. "    

    

"I've seen him."    

    

Looking at Bill's neck, Hamm suddenly shivered.    

    

Lee Nanfang was a bit confused. He raised his head and looked at her: "When, where?"    

    

"Last night, at Windmill."    

    

After hearing Hamm's words, Lee Nanfang finally understood.    

    

Last night, he had been to Windmill Company as well, hoping to find something from Hamm.    

    

However, he got nothing, and was scared away by Hamm, who pretended to be Liu Ying.    

    

After he left, Yang Xiao left.    

    

"He's also looking for Min Rou."    

    

Hamm's eyes flickered as he said, "At that time, I was hiding at the corner of the stairs and saw him kill someone with my own eyes. Asking Hamm about Scumbag Lee, are you still not admitting that the killer is your friend?"    

    

Lee Nanfang's mouth twitched, but he didn't say anything.    

    

He couldn't help but admit that Yang Xiao wasn't his friend.    

    

If it wasn't his friend, why would Yang Xiao ask about Hamm and Min Rou's whereabouts?    

    

If it wasn't his friend, why would Yang Xiao offend Lee Nanfang's London Black Dragon Group and exterminate the whole family?    

    

If it wasn't his friend, why would Yang Xiao stand guard at the door, "protecting" him, killing Bill and the other two?    

    

But if Yang Xiao was a friend, then why was Lee Nanfang so afraid of him?    

    

The Black Dragon hidden in his body was also that afraid of him?    

    

Was Yang Xiao a friend of Lee Nanfang or a fated foe?    

    

The more he thought about it, the more Lee Nanfang's head hurt.    

    

Hamm saw from the corner of his eye that he was not feeling well, so he smiled with satisfaction.    

    

"Don't take pleasure in his misfortune. He is an uncertain factor, so you should worry about your subordinates."    

    

Lee Nanfang picked up a gun and put it on his waist. He stood up and said lightly: "If he really wants to kill for me, then those men of yours should be as dead as Bill."    

    

Just as Hamm's expression changed, a clear gunshot came from the top of the stairs.    

    

With the sound of the gunshot, the applause came to a screeching halt. It was as if someone had cut it off with a scissors.    

    

Then, a rather arrogant man's voice came from the speaker, "Ladies and gentlemen, ladies and gentlemen. Good evening, everyone. Allow me to introduce myself. I'm Liszt, the second mate on Lord Fei's cruise ship. Lord Fei, please calm down. Please sit down. "Because I was afraid my pistol would go off."    

    

After hearing this voice, Hamm happily smiled: "Scumbag Lee, now I finally believe. That terrifying demon is no longer your friend. "    

    

If Yang Xiao was really Lee Nanfang's friend and thought of everything for him, then one of Hamm's trusted aides, Liszt, would not be able to easily control this cruise ship three years ago.    

    

As long as Liszt is able to control the cruise ship and let Wu steel be as capable as he can, Liu is confident that everyone will perish together.    

    

In order to completely control the cruise ship, Liszt had installed several powerful bombs at the bottom of the cruise ship.    

    

Like this, even if someone were to report this to the surface in time, the Royal Airborne Special Task Force with the most elite England would still refrain from attacking.    

    

If there was no other way, Hamm only needed to detonate the bomb and everyone would perish together.    

    

He believed that no one would dare to take on this responsibility.    

    

It was being carried by the hundred or so people with the richest England and King of England's husband.    

    

If these people were to die, wouldn't the British Isles fall into chaos?    

    

What was certain was that the hold of the ship was in chaos.    

    

"Go up and take a look?"    

    

Hamm, who had completely regained his advantage, lifted his hand to stroke his hair. It was extremely elegant.    

    

It was as if she was the one controlling the British Island, Her Highness the Queen.    

    

"To the cabin?"    

    

"No. "To the deck."    

    

Hamm shook his head and smiled elegantly, "According to our plan, there's no need for me to show my face again after Liszt takes control of the cruise. But I will do what I promised you. "    

    

"Fine."    

    

As long as he could ensure the safety of Graff and her friend and find Min Rou, Lee Nanfang didn't really care about the lives of others.    

    

Riding a cruise ship to the sea to do charity, yet being held hostage by a terrorist organization, this sort of thing happened often in movies.    

    

There was really nothing to be surprised about.    

    

What's more, Hamm was just extorting huge amounts of ransom, not to kill people.    

    

It just so happened that those people were very rich — they all understood the principle that money can save them from disasters.    

    

Hamm smiled again and raised his right hand.    

    

Lee Nanfang was going to help her, like Lord Fei holding the Queen's arm as he walked on the red-lit carpet.    

    

It's just that her buttocks hurt a little — limping as she walks, which affects her elegant image.    

    

From the stairs, he could go up to the first level of the ship, as well as the deck.    

    

If he wanted to go to the first floor, he would only need to open a door.    

    

Lee Nanfang couldn't open the door yet. He was only half-hugging Hamm as they walked onto the deck.    

    

The moon rose above the sea, the ends of the world were at the same time.    

    

Walking out of the deck and seeing the full moon in the sky, Lee Nanfang thought of these two famous poems that had been written for thousands of years.    

    

The sea breeze blew gently, bringing with it a clear scent of blood.    

    

The back of the ship, where hundreds of professional bodyguards had gathered, was now empty.    

    

The tables and chairs were overturned.    

    

The wine bottles and the fruits were scattered all over the floor.    

    

Also, the deck was filled with blood and bullets.    

    

Lee Nanfang bent down and picked up a bullet shell.    

    

From the cartridge case, he was sure that the gun was an L119A submachine gun that only British Special Forces could use.    

    

The rifle was lightweight, and its firing speed was in no way inferior to that of the light machine gun. This was one of the unique characteristics of this type of submachine gun.    

    

Here, there had just been a terrible battle.    

    

Hundreds of unarmed bodyguards confronted dozens of gunmen.    

    

As the gunshots rang out, they howled in pain and fell to the ground.