Excellent beauty's personal security guard

The pain and humiliation of being cruelly whipped is something that Michiko Ikeda, the second miss of Ikeda's family, has never thought of.

He always looked down on all living beings from above. Once she reached this point, she simply felt that life was worse than death. But now she just can't die.

Once she loses her family's support and her proud martial arts, she is nothing. Now her will has completely collapsed. Like a miserable weak woman, she succumbed to the violence and abuse of Matsushima, howled and begged without resistance

"Stop... Sobbing, please, sobbing..." meizhizi seems to have forgotten her identity and situation. Regardless of shame and humiliation, she tries to cry and beg Matsushima to stop cruel torture.

Matsushima was also a little surprised. He didn't expect that Michiko Ikeda, who has always been cold and firm, would be so weak. Just a whip made her say such words of submission.

In fact, he didn't know what potion those people injected into Michiko. If he knew, it wouldn't be strange.

At that time, Yumi Ikeda also used this potion against Zhao Jianhui. At that time in Hong Kong, she let Hezi use this powder to fascinate Zhao Jianhui. Although it was just a powder, which could not be compared with the efficacy of the injection, Yumei Ikeda was still very confused about how Zhao Jianhui was not dazed by his own powder.

In recent years, Yumi Ikeda has asked people to improve this kind of medicine. The power is so great that the powder used in Hong Kong can not be compared with it. Even if Zhao Jianhui is injected with the current injection, he will be honest like a little sheep, not to mention that his kung fu is not as good as Zhao Jianhui's Michiko Ikeda?

"Ha ha... Second lady, you used to be so arrogant that you were like a beautiful swan... Do you know what you look like now? Like a mean bitch. Ha ha... If you don't want to eat the whip, please beg me quickly, Michiko Ikeda, please beg me, ha ha! " Matsushima smiled grimly and insulted Michiko, who was about to collapse.

"Spare me... Please, please spare me, sobbing..." Michiko's consciousness has been confused. The pain and humiliation have completely made the tragic Michiko Ikeda have no idea of resistance. She sobbed sadly and begged obediently.

Inside the room, Matsushima's wild and proud laughter was everywhere: "did you hear that? The second lady of our family has begged me... Er... "

His laughter suddenly stopped. I don't know when a thin and slender knife suddenly appeared on his neck. This kind of knife is called "willow leaf Throwing Knife" by a certain kind of people in China.

Matsushima, with his eyes open, reluctantly stretched out his hand and grabbed the knife handle exposed outside his neck. He wanted to pull out the knife that made him very uncomfortable - but he was disappointed. There was no strength on his fingers, and his life was far away from his body

With a "plop", he wanted to break the ball to fall to the ground. His body fell to the ground and twitched twice, and then he didn't move

"Hiss..." a sneer came from the door and shook the four short men in the room.

The sneering girl was a little shorter than Michiko. Her black hair in a shawl was dyed earthy yellow. She wore a pair of sunglasses. She had a delicate upturned nose on her melon seed face, and her mouth was slightly larger but very sexual. She was wearing a tight one-piece leather skirt, and the bold miniskirt could hardly cover the girl's plump and round hips, which completely exposed her white, tender and straight legs without silk stockings. On her bare snow-white feet, she wears a pair of the most popular sandals without braids, which is very commensurate with the luxury cruise ship floating on the peaceful sea.

Compared with the girl dressed boldly and exposed, the men standing in the room looked very conservative.

The beauty stood at the door and sighed in a low voice: "Alas, it's all this kind of goods. It's meaningless!" Looking at her lazily stretching her arms, several men in the room couldn't believe that the Throwing Knife on the boss's neck just now was sent out of her tender white sales?

However, they have to believe the next thing. The female Lang stretched out her body. Anyone who looked at her would think that she was graceful and lazy. However, just as she raised her hand, four throwing knives had flown out of her snow-white hands like lightning.

In the room, when the four short and strong men grabbed their necks and were unwilling to fall down, the woman Lang turned quickly without looking.

Not far behind her stood a man of medium build but very strong physique, wearing a wide sun hat, a simple T-shirt and shorts.

The woman turned and saw the man's casual glance. That kind of look very casual, but let the capable woman feel an inexplicable tension and a little fear. The vulture's sinister eyes made the woman feel a chill at the bottom of her heart.

The sea breeze blowing from the sea also brings bursts of coolness, but there is no man's eyes to make a woman cool from every inch of skin to her heart.

Obviously, the man also saw the beautiful woman standing by the door, but he didn't stop. He just glanced at her casually when passing by the woman, then walked behind the woman, put his head into the door, and then turned back

The woman had reached the end of the corridor and was about to go down the spiral staircase.

The man sighed deeply. He didn't know whether it was because he saw the dead people in the room, or because he saw Michiko Ikeda, who was still bowing and sobbing inside? Or -- he was sighing at the beautiful woman who had just stepped down the spiral staircase.

On the deck of the cruise ship, there is a rattan recliner. There was no one on the recliner when she came just now, but when the woman came down the spiral ladder, there was a slim man lying on the empty recliner. I couldn't see his face, because the man's face was covered by another very wide sun hat.

It seemed that the man was lying on the couch, as if he were leisurely basking in the sun. However, the woman clearly felt a strong sense of killing from him.

Those who are good at killing are also very sensitive to this killing intention. Otherwise, she would not be good at killing, but at being killed.

However, the rattan chair was placed at the spiral staircase on the next floor. If she didn't go there, she couldn't leave here at all. Behind him, there is a strong enemy who makes him tremble

The woman just hesitated, just a little hesitation in her heart. This time will not exceed one second. To outsiders, her steps didn't stop at all, but walked directly towards the man lying on the couch.

Before the man had any reaction, the woman walked over, first flew up her left foot, then changed her right leg in the air, raised her slender beautiful leg and stepped down in front of the man's chest!

A woman has confidence in her skills, but this time she is not sure, because the momentum of that person has completely exceeded her imagination. From her heart, she feels that she has encountered a danger that she has never encountered before.

Sure enough, with her foot falling, the man turned over quickly, then rolled on the spot, avoided her leg and stood up!

This is a very white man with a faint smile in his eyes. However, the woman feels more and more dangerous. If she can leave now, she will turn around and run without hesitation.

Sometimes it's not embarrassing to run away. As long as there is life, there is still a chance to do what you want to do. But if life no longer belongs to itself, there will be nothing else

The woman didn't stop. She didn't give her opponent a chance to breathe. She rushed over and punched the man in the head! The man seemed hesitant and dodged a little slowly. Although he flashed through the woman's fist, he was gently wiped on his face by her pink fist.

It's so easy to succeed, but it makes the woman slightly stunned!

The man seemed to stop and looked at the young woman in white. This woman is slightly shorter than Michiko Ikeda. Although she is not as plump and attractive as Michiko, she is also concave and convex.

The two men looked at each other quietly as if they were sculptures for a while, but there was a long sigh on the upper deck: "Mr. Dongye, you still can't pass this level? Your heart is not cold enough and hard enough to see a beautiful woman... "

"No, I just feel a little pity." The man answered and slowly stretched out his right hand. In the middle of this time, that is, after a few seconds, the woman looked at his extended right hand and seemed to be more and more aware of her bad situation today. She stared at the man in front of her with her eyes, but her men didn't relax. She raised her hand and there were six throwing knives.

The man's hands waved unhappily, and his voice said slowly, "mind your own business, you'll regret it!"

Obviously, his hand didn't move very fast, but after he finished these words, all the six throwing knives sent by the woman had reached his hand.

There are three in one palm, no more and no less. This shows that the man took her Throwing Knife effortlessly without any tension. The man raised his palm as he spoke, and six throwing knives jingled and fell on the deck.

The woman stepped back and saw the man standing where he was, but she felt the colder sea breeze blowing in the face. The man was very strange, smiled at her again, and said in a very soft voice, "do you want me to die or do you want me to do it?"