People are watching American TV shows, and they are also watching American-style iaido.

Janet gave Ding Ze a sly smile, "I'm going to sunbathe on the deck. You guys do as you please."

Ding Ze chuckled, said nothing more, and walked straight toward Scarlett with a cigarette in his mouth.

Scarlett was a smart woman, and she understood Janet's meaning. She smiled slightly and said, "Take a shower first. You're covered in seawater; it's so salty."

More than half an hour later.

Scarlett's legs were so weak that she slowly walked up to the deck and lay down on the deck chair next to Janet.

Ding Ze went into the kitchen, found some food and drinks, and was the last to return to the deck. "Ladies, would you like some fruit or some wine?"

“I’d like a glass of champagne,” Janet said with a smile.

"I'll have some fruit," Scarlett said without much ceremony.

Ding Ze treated the two well before lying down, finding a cigarette, lighting one, and enjoying the tranquility.

The ocean seems to truly possess a kind of magic.

Ding Ze didn't even know when he fell asleep until he heard the noisy rap music playing in the background, which woke him up.

I woke up and looked.

A yacht appeared in the distance, seemingly hosting a party with a bunch of Black people making a huge fuss.

Janet and Scarlett were both looking at the yacht.

Ding Ze glanced at it, then raised his wrist to check the time.

It was only a little past three in the afternoon, not even four o'clock yet.

If we were to set sail and change locations, we might as well just go back.

Ugh, so annoying.

Ding Ze thought to himself.

Just then, Janet and Scarlett came into play as bait.

Some of the small black animals on the yacht were like uncivilized wild beasts, howling at Janet and Scarlett.

It got even noisier.

Ding Ze lit another cigarette, closed his eyes again, and at the same time released the Corrosive Gu Worms, the Burning Gu Worms, and the Freezing Gu Worms.

Go ahead and release those howling little black calves.

Just a few minutes later.

The three little black boys on the yacht almost all died at the same time, and the crowd immediately erupted into chaos.

Janet saw this clearly, smiled faintly, shook her head, and didn't care.

Scarlett was shocked to see one of the black children frozen into an icicle and another burned to ashes. Her expression changed drastically as she couldn't believe what had happened and she was completely stunned.

Scarlett was startled for a moment before she suddenly realized that Ding Ze was still sleeping, while Janet, who wasn't asleep, was leisurely eating fruit as if she hadn't seen anything...

Scarlett was smart and immediately realized a possibility.

Did Ding Ze do it?

Think of this in your mind.

Scarlett wasn't surprised at all. After all, Ding Ze was a serial killer, and killing a few black people was perfectly normal for him.

Scarlett was puzzled and couldn't understand how Ding Ze could do such a thing when he was lying right there.

Special abilities?

'This is amazing,' Scarlett thought to herself, momentarily forgetting her fear.

The deaths on that yacht continue.

The little black animals on the yacht deck screamed in terror.

One minute, two minutes...

The yacht noticeably increased its speed and headed towards land.

Okay, it's quiet again.

Ding Ze closed his eyes and smiled silently.

Scarlett noticed it, and in that instant, she felt that Ding Ze resembled Lucifer, the ruler of Hell in mythology—it was terrifying.

But interestingly...

69????.???

Scarlett was surprised to find that she felt more excitement than fear!

why?

Scarlett was puzzled and silently asked herself the question.

Ding Ze continued sleeping.

Sleeping in the sun like this is so comfortable.

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evening.

Ding Ze woke up and stretched.

At this time, the sun is setting, the sky is ablaze with red clouds, and a sea breeze is blowing. The scenery is undeniably beautiful.

The three of them watched quietly for a while.

Seeing that it was almost time, they finally got moving and set off to return to land.

Back on land, they had dinner together, and Scarlett was quite considerate, taking the initiative to say goodbye.

Ding Ze didn't stay either. He and Janet wandered around outside for a while, bought a laptop, and returned to the hotel.

After entering the room and taking a shower, and letting Janet satisfy his cravings, Ding Ze put on a bathrobe and sat down at his desk to work on the script.

Seeing this, even though Ding Ze had explained the reason when they bought the computer, it was still quite a shock to witness him actually typing away on the keyboard and writing a script...

Janet had only one thought running through her mind: this is outrageous!

Are you kidding me?

Ding Ze, a notorious serial killer in America, whose murders are so numerous that only a few know how many people he has killed, was typing away on his keyboard like a screenwriter, writing a script.

This is really hard to accept!

For a moment, Janet's mind was filled with doubts, and she had so many questions to ask.

After a while, Janet barely came to her senses, forcibly suppressing her doubts. Without disturbing Ding Ze, she lay down on the bed as quietly as possible, turned on the TV, selected a movie, and watched it on mute.

“Ms. Austin, this is not good. You can turn on the sound, it’s alright,” Ding Ze noticed, stopped what he was doing, and lit a cigarette as he spoke.

"Won't this bother you?" Janet asked.

Ding Ze smiled and shook his head, "I'm so capable, don't worry, it won't happen."

“Okay,” Janet smiled, admiring Ding Ze even more now. Then, without saying much more, she turned up the volume a little.

Janet chose a horror movie, which is quite interesting.

As Janet watched, she became engrossed and focused.

The same goes for Ding Ze.

Time passes quickly.

Before he knew it, a movie ended, and Ding Ze also finished writing the script for the first season of "Prison Break," albeit a slightly modified version.

Not many changes were made, just the name was changed.

After finishing writing, Ding Ze stretched and couldn't help but find it particularly interesting.

After such an American TV series is released... tsk tsk, many people will probably be scared to death.

"Mr. Ding, are you finished writing?" After watching the movie, Janet saw Ding Ze stretch and couldn't help but ask expectantly.

"Yes, the script for the first season is finished," Ding Ze replied with a smile.

"Can I take a look?" Janet asked with a smile.

“Of course,” Ding Ze said without hesitation, unplugging the power cord, picking up his laptop, and handing it to Janet by the bedside. “Look, I’ll make a call and order some food.”

“Okay, I’d like an ice cream,” Janet said with a smile.

"You've gotten so fat, you're not allowed to eat," Ding Ze joked.

Janet: "??????? I'm fat."

"Haha."

After a few laughs and jokes, Ding Ze made a phone call and, as usual, ordered two fruit platters, two ice creams, a snack, and a drink instead of alcohol.

It didn't take too long.