After much deliberation, they decided to go out of the city and find another way.

As their car drove out of town, the team that had been following them immediately went back to get back to their lives......

**

The residence of the fifth master is located on an artificial island in the west of the city, where the scenery is pleasant, it is a resort for the rich to cultivate themselves, and there are villas every other distance, which is called Rich Island by the outside world.

The helicopter stopped in the open space in front of the villa, and the prison Jin Si sat on the helicopter and did not move, the soldiers were a little afraid of his aura, and they did not dare to touch him, so they had to go and ask Mu Wu in the end.

Mu Wu returned to the island twenty minutes first, and she appeared in a men's white suit, holding a cigarette in her hand, with a chic posture.

"Don't want to come down? The plane will be given to you. She lifted her chin and smiled haughtily.

Prison Jin Si raised his eyes and saw the clothes on the woman's body clearly, and couldn't help frowning, and his dark eyes fell on her face.

She has no makeup, her face is completely plain, her eyebrows are beautiful, her appearance is very high, but she shows a little green, and she looks no more than seventeen or eighteen years old.

Prison Jin Si narrowed his eyes and stared at her face carefully, his eyes flashing, and he finally remembered why he felt déjà vu.

It turned out that this woman he had seen three or four days ago!

At that time, in order to find out the whereabouts of the heavenly doctor, he had investigated the news in many casinos and bars, and one day in a bar, a woman bumped into him.

He has short hair, light makeup, and is dressed ordinarily, unlike other women in the bar who wear heavy makeup.

After that, the woman kept an eye on him, invited him to drink, and tried to get close to him.

Prison Jin Si ignored it and quickly left the bar, and that woman turned out to be Mu Wu!

"You're the woman of the day?" He frowned, his handsome face sank.

"I finally remembered, and I wasn't confused." She smiled, took a puff of her cigarette, put one hand in her pocket, and compared her dress, "What do you think, do you like my dress?" ”

Prison Jin Si frowned, smacked coldly, and stepped off the helicopter with an expressionless face.

He was not bound, his hands were free, and he looked at her coldly.

The woman's eyebrows tightened, her face sank, and her face was displeased: "It doesn't matter if you don't like me, stay by my side, one day you will be sincere to me...... Take! ”

She ordered, and the soldiers approached with their guns and pointed their guns at the men.

Prison Jin Si narrowed his eyes, snorted coldly, he didn't say a word, and strode away......

The woman didn't leave, she stood in place and finished smoking the cigarette, Ah Yan ran out of the hall and hurriedly reported: "Fifth master, I just received the news that Xu Sanshao and his party have left the city. ”

"Good." She snuffed out her cigarette butt, her eyebrows fluttered, and she turned and walked towards the villa, instructing as she went, "Go, prepare me a few more sets of men's clothes." ”

"Fifth master, I have prepared a complete range of styles for you, do you still think it is not enough?"

"It's not me who wears it."

"Understood." Ah Yan realized it later, and only then did he think that Prison Jin Si also needed clothes, so he immediately went to Zhang Luo.

Mu Wu walked to the hall and received a phone call from General Terry, who told her that Xu Yi had wanted to see him, and the two talked for a few minutes.

After hanging up, she walked to her guest room and pushed the door straight in.

As soon as she entered the room, she began to undress, threw her suit jacket on the ground, and walked up to the prison in her white shirt.

"Xu Sanshao has already left the city, it looks like they are ready to give up on you, how about it? You're not dead yet? She grabbed him by the collar and jerked his head down.

Prison Jin Si clasped her wrist and said with a gloomy face: "What do you fancy about me?" This face? ”