2155 Side Story: Party Experience 8

Before he could draw back, he received a backhand to his ear.

Pa!

This dutiful and capable bodyguard also spun twice before he fell to the ground.

The only difference was that his partner spun clockwise while he spun counterclockwise.

"Follow me." Luke drew his hand back as naturally as if he had just casually chased away annoying mosquitoes.

Max, however, didn't move.

Luke glanced at her and saw her gaping. He asked casually, "Why? Is it strange for me to hit someone?"

Max shivered and blushed. "Oh, your pose was too cool. I like it."

Luke was amused. "Then I'll let you look your fill later."

Max covered her head. "Don't, don't laugh. I'm talking about your expression. Well, it's not just your expression. It was like…"

Imitating Luke's slap just now, she tried to put on a straight face to explain what it was that had grabbed her.

Luke was surprised. "You like that?"

Max nodded quickly.

After pondering for a moment, Luke took out an ordinary mask and put it on her.

Max was curious. "What? It's not like it's a masquerade. This is very eye-catching."

Luke said, "Your expression can't match mine. What if everyone laughs later?"

Max thought that made sense. "Alright. Then, do I need a script?"

Luke said, "No need. Just act like a bigshot when I ask you questions later."

"No problem," Max said. "Hm, how does a bigshot act?"

Luke said, "For example, when I ask you, 'Which one?', do this."

As he spoke, he raised his chin slightly and slowly turned his head so that his gaze fell on her. Only then did he nod slightly and give a soft "mm."

Max gaped again. "Wow, I can be that cool?"

Luke reminded her, "Remember, don't look here and there. Just move your head, and that'll be enough. Come, show me."

Max did as she was told, but it took her five minutes before she barely passed.

The main thing was that she was quite lively by nature, and her eyes and body would subconsciously move.

That was because ordinary people indeed needed all sorts of exaggerated facial expressions and body language to draw the attention of others.

A bigshot, on the other hand, didn't need these tricks. They were naturally the center of attention.

Furthermore, unhurried movements, firstly, gave the impression that a person was accumulating strength, and secondly, would make other people think twice.

As for words… were they important? Just one breath or one look from a bigshot was domineering enough.

Of course, realistically speaking, this was the demeanor which had grabbed Max.

It was nothing more than what Luke looked like when he went from killing → killing bad guys → killing very strong bad guys.

It seemed that this sassy baker actually liked this sort of cold and handsome guy. Luke could give it a try tonight.

After rehearsing, Luke walked in front and Max followed behind.

Even the beach towel she was wearing looked more like a white shawl.

In any case, those little b*stards probably wouldn't be able to tell later if it was a towel or a shawl.

But even if the bigshot was wearing a towel, would anyone dare disrespect her?

At that moment, it was a wild party on all three levels of the yacht.

Each of the five 20- to 30-year-old rich kids had two to three young and beautiful girls hanging onto them.

Luke had no interest in watching; some rich scumbags he had killed before had gotten more high than this.

Stepping onto the foredeck, he appeared in the line of sight of the last bodyguard at the top of the stairs.

The bodyguard was here to prevent the high-spirited young masters from rolling over the guardrail.

However, he was too focused on the scene to react.

Hence, a slap landed on his face.

Pa!

The bodyguard spun three and a half times in the air before he crashed into the crowd.

After all, this guy had a bright red name and had likely killed innocent people before; naturally, Luke would be more heavy-handed with him.

Besides, this guy had been on the scene when Max jumped into the ocean to escape.

The fact that he had ignored this incident and had steered the yacht away without checking to see that Max was okay was also on his head.

Luke didn't think that those high-spirited young masters would personally steer the boat.

If they accidentally crashed into another yacht or ran aground, someone might die.

Besides, these people were in the habit of bringing bodyguards with them when they got on the yacht. Clearly, their families were very concerned about their safety.

Even if the young masters didn't want to live, the bodyguards didn't want to die.

When the bodyguard crashed into their midst 'uninvited,' the men and women were stunned for a moment, before many of them laughed.

Someone even asked if he couldn't hold it in anymore. They could give him two hot girls as a reward.

For a moment, nobody realized that the unlucky guy had passed out from a severe concussion.

Luke raised his hands and clapped twice.

This was a hint for everyone to quieten down for someone to speak.

Half of the men and women who weren't too high subconsciously looked over.

Luke lowered his hands and slowly walked toward them. "Ladies and gentlemen, I'm sorry to bother you, but I need your cooperation, so please keep quiet."

For one moment, those who were a little more clear-headed didn't know what was going on, and didn't say anything.

Someone who was high turned around and cursed. "Get lost, you f*cker. I…"

Pa!

This slightly older and less handsome foul-mouthed man spun 360 degrees before he collapsed.

Why wasn't it 720 degrees? Because he wasn't as sturdy as the two bodyguards, and his name was only a light red.

If Luke used too much strength, the man's head might turn twice, but his body would only turn once.

After a moment of silence, a ruckus broke out.

The girls screamed or stared blankly. Two guys who had lost the ability to think lunged forward, and the other two just cursed.

Pa! Pa!

The two guys who lunged at Luke enjoyed the same treatment as the bodyguards on the aft deck. One was slapped on the left side of his face, and the other was slapped on the right side.

They fell to the deck on both sides of Luke and didn't move.

Luke reached into his coat unhurriedly, scaring the girls into screaming wildly, while the other two men shut up with ugly expressions. Wasn't this the standard action of hitmen in the movies?

Then, they saw him… slowly pull out a white handkerchief.

What the hell? Everybody was stumped.