"Hey! Ling Chen, I heard from Zhou Jun that you have a duel to the death tomorrow?"
Ling Chen nodded.
"Are you up for it, man? Don't make me bring your corpse back. What am I supposed to tell your future wife if she asks?"
Annoyed, Ling Chen cursed: "To hell with you, shut your damn mouth." After speaking, Ling Chen glanced at the laptop in front of Hu Fei, a thought suddenly striking him, and asked: "Fatty, is your computer connected to the ship's system?"
"Yeah."
"So you can pull up the ship's surveillance, right?"
"Nonsense, of course I can."
"Fine, leave the computer behind, and you can piss off." Saying that, Ling Chen grabbed Hu Fei and gave him a kick on the butt, shoving him towards the door.
"Hey! What are you doing?" Hu Fei yelled while covering his butt: "Damn it! You're not planning to spy on the beauties on the ship, are you? Just wait, I'll definitely tell your future wife when we get back."
"Get lost." Ling Chen laughed and scolded.
