Pfft!

Jian Jinge fell into the sea with her companions. She grabbed the scarf tightly with both hands and strangled the deputy captain, leaving him no chance to escape from her.

The sea water surged wildly and a roar could be faintly heard. She knew that the battle above had already begun.

One minute and thirty seconds passed. As time passed, the first officer's struggles became weaker and weaker, his eyes gradually rolled back, and his face turned blue-purple.

Until there was no movement at all.

Jian Jinge did not relax his vigilance just because he stopped moving.

Each of these pirates is a master at holding their breath.

His physical fitness is even more impressive.

I counted the time silently in my mind and waited until I felt it was about time.

Jian Jinge released his restraints, jumped out of the seabed, and breathed in big gulps of fresh air.

She was not worried that the second-in-command was not dead yet. According to the length of time the poison took to take effect, he would definitely die!

Jian Jinge grabbed a rope on the deck, clung tightly to the hull, and let the violently rolling sea water hit her.

In order to avoid being swept away by the waves, she maintained the same posture even though it was uncomfortable until the battle above was completely over.

Among them was a small group of pirates who reacted quickly and left as quickly as possible.

Of course, when he left, he did not forget to take a few beautiful women with him.

Jian Jinge estimated the time in his mind, and then climbed back onto the boat using the rope at the bow and the visual obstruction.

Take advantage of the chaos on the ship and carefully blend in.

Like everyone else, Jian Jinge pretended to tremble until the Jian family army regained control of the cruise ship and inspected it.

It was also at this time that, after ensuring their safety, everyone thought of their dead family members and their defiled wives or daughters, and sadness and anger instantly filled their chests.

The moment the first person cursed, roars and questions followed one after another.

The scene became chaotic again.

"boom!"

A loud gunshot suddenly rang out.

In an instant, the questioning and cursing stopped abruptly, and everyone looked at the person who fired the gun.

Jian Ziming's cold and bloodthirsty gaze swept over everyone on board, and he said sternly and solemnly, "Anyone who interferes with the investigation, obstructs the progress of the investigation, or causes trouble will be executed as pirates."

Quiet.

Some people reacted and felt very aggrieved. They wanted to refute, but when they saw the other party's cold-blooded eyes, they gave up the idea and did not dare to be the first to speak out.

No one took the initiative to speak out, so the subsequent interrogation went much faster.

Jian Jinge looked at the man. She knew him. That was wrong. She couldn’t say that she knew him. She should say that she knew him in her dream.

Jian Ziming, the second son of the Jian family in Haicheng, has a very noble status.

Her eyes swept over his left hand and then his right foot.

Jian Ziming suddenly sensed a sense of being watched that he did not like, but just as he was about to look for it, the sense of being watched disappeared.

His eyes dimmed slightly, and his gaze swept over everyone one by one.

"Second brother, what are you looking at?" Jian Qinghan's gentle voice sounded from behind. Jian Ziming turned around to look at him. When he glanced at the person next to him, his cold brows suddenly softened.

"It's okay, Third Brother. Why did you bring my little sister out? The danger is not over yet. You two should go back inside the boat first."

Jian Luoling stood quietly aside, with a faint smile on the corner of her lips, fair skin, cold eyebrows and eyes, a little red in the center of her eyebrows, and her whole temperament was like an elegant chrysanthemum.

It gives people the feeling that the person is as calm as a chrysanthemum and does not fight or compete.

Jian Qinghan and Jian Jiahe protected her on both sides. Even if there was no dream, Jian Jinge could see from the nervous expressions and concerned actions on their faces that they doted on their sister.

So, is she blind in the dream?

Or do you have a masochistic tendency?

Jian Jinge suddenly began to doubt the authenticity of the "Book of Destiny", but even if it was false, events would proceed according to the trajectory of her dream.

But to be honest, it might be that she is quite rational.

There was absolutely no excitement or other emotions associated with seeing my relatives. If there were any, it would probably be...

Jian Jinge glanced at their expensive clothes, jewelry, watches and other valuables, and suddenly felt a little itchy.

Her fingers moved slightly, and she slowly adjusted the coarse scarf on her head.

Although she had just taken it out from the Wanjie Bookstore and it was dry, the clothes on her body were still wet, which made her feel a little uncomfortable.

The coarse cloth scarf didn't feel very good, it was rough and simple. Jian Jinge's eyelashes drooped slightly, covering up all the emotions in her eyes.

"Brother Jiahe, are you here to save me?"

At this moment, a figure broke free from the control of the Jian family army and rushed towards Jian Jiahe.

When Jian Jinge heard the familiar voice, he looked up and raised his eyebrows slightly.

Have it.

Aren’t there people who are available now?

Jian Jinge stood in line obediently, quietly observing the movements of the Jian family. Seeing Jian Jiahe comfort the girl, she glanced around.

His gaze finally paused at a protruding wooden thorn on the wooden board in front of him, and the corners of his lips curled up slightly.

She took the wooden thorn, found the right opportunity, and hit it directly on a certain acupuncture point of the third man in front of her.

The wooden thorn hitting that acupuncture point would cause him pain for a while, but the cause could not be found.

"Ah!" Sure enough, the man screamed and fell to his knees, holding his stomach. Cold sweat broke out on his forehead and the pain in his eyes was so real.

Amid the crowd's clamor, Jian Jinge moved aside and stood in the most conspicuous position, ensuring that everyone could see him at a glance.

"Ah, it's her, Brother Jiahe, it's that bitch who hurt me, please help me kill her." Thomson Aviva's emotions had just been calmed down, and when he heard the voice, he almost instinctively looked towards the source of the voice.

Then her eyes were immediately fixed on Jian Jinge, her expression stiffened slightly, then turned into anger and resentment.

In an instant, she remembered the disgusting feeling of being touched by those trash, and her hatred instantly reached its peak, and her eyes were bloodshot.

It's all her fault. If it weren't for her, she wouldn't have been ruined by those trash. If only she were prettier, she could have replaced her.

If she just waited a little longer, she would be able to wait for her brother Jiahe safely. Why couldn't she just block it for her?

She hates.

Thomson Aviva rushed to Jane Jinge and tried to grab her with both hands.

It was impossible for Jian Jinge to just stand there and let her scratch her, and besides, that was not her original intention in attracting her.

Seizing the opportunity, he took a few steps back and used her hand to pull the scarf off his face.

At the same time, he kicked her in the stomach, giving her the opportunity to continue going crazy.

Jian Jiahe, who had caught up with them, became furious when he saw his fiancée being beaten. He looked at Jian Jinge fiercely, but when he saw her appearance, he was stunned.

Not only him, but also the Jian Jia siblings who followed behind were also stunned.

Jian Jinge looks so much like the old grandmother of the Jian family and the eleventh brother Jian Qingxing.

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