Because he took off his shirt just now, Feng Hao is only wearing a pair of shorts at this moment.

His bare upper body revealed powerful arms and graceful abs. At first glance, it is the kind of person who exercises regularly.

A wave hit, and the rocking arc of the ship's hull slanted sharply, and Geet's body involuntarily slid to the side. And Feng Hao was still standing steadily, his eyes dark but revealing a cruel and bloodthirsty light.

"You...... What are you looking at?" said Git, who was furious at his gaze.

Feng Hao was silent, his eyes squinting slightly, and his whole body was surrounded by the breath of death.

Git quietly shifted his steps, his fists clenched. He thought that if the man in front of him wanted to beat him, he should still have a chance to win.

He looked at Fenghao's good figure, thinking that it was just a showcasing that he usually went to the gym and showed off to women. To put it bluntly, Feng Hao is in his eyes a rich man who has money and no land to spend.

"...... I ask you?"

Feng Hao stared at him and replied coldly, "I never talk to dead people!"

"You ......" As soon as Git opened his mouth, before you could finish speaking, you were already strangled by the lightning of the wind.

With a "click", his neck bone was already out of place, and he didn't even say a word, and he became a dead corpse.

Feng Hao looked at Git's body on the deck, the person died, he still felt that it was too cheap Git. Otherwise, according to his temper, the person who bullied Xia Yucheng could only have one end and die an extremely painful death.

He will have n ways to make Git understand what life is worse than death, so if he lets Git die so easily, he must feel that he is not all relieved.

But disgust and anger are no matter what, and in this ship that has not yet docked, it is necessary to keep a low profile.

It doesn't matter if he is alone, now he has to think about it, he has to take care of the little woman next to him.

So, Feng Hao went to the corner of the deck to find a rope, and the last thing that was missing on this ship was rope. He expertly tied Git's body with a rope and carried it to the ship's side railing, allowing the heavy body to slowly slide down the hull.

Finally, as soon as his hand was released, the sea was rolling again, there was no sound, and it was as calm and peaceful as ever.

After doing this, Feng Hao leisurely took out a cigarette lighter from his trouser pocket, lit a cigarette and put it in his mouth.

In the dark night, the faint green smoke shrouded his gloomy and cold handsome face, and the fireworks were bright and extinguished, which was a kind of indescribable complex feelings.

Tomorrow, it's time to go ashore!

……

"Why are you still standing here, sir, it's late, go and rest! If nothing else, we'll be in Barcelona tomorrow before dinner." After a while, Ba Song turned back and saw that Feng Hao was the only one left on the deck.

Feng Hao raised his head slightly, threw away the cigarette butt in his hand, and smiled indifferently: "Yes!

"Do you need a passport and an ID card?" asked Ba Song cautiously.

"No, you don't!"

Ba Song was slightly disappointed, if he didn't need a passport and ID card, he would have one less chance to make money.

"Huh, where's Geet?" Ba Song suddenly remembered something, and looked left and right, "Are you back in the cabin?"

"Perhaps, asleep!" Feng Hao felt that a person who died was no different from falling asleep, just that he was breathing and the other was not breathing.