Nehru's sudden departure can be said to be the most likely assumption that Jansen could think of.

"Hey, J, I have to say that you are such a lucky person!" Jansen sighed.

"That's right! I think so too." Thinking of what happened before, J still felt scared. I have to say that he was so lucky. Maybe he should ask Tony to have a drink together later? If he hadn't introduced the two (thinking of Lei's previous methods, J could not help but shivered and dared not think about it anymore) to his studio, even if he was not dead today, he would probably suffer. Even with Fite's protection, J would understand that under the siege of so many people, the chance of trying to completely be stolen is also slight.

OK, although these two people are not on the same line, they are strangely coming to the same conclusion-J is the lucky one!

"Fett, thank you." Jansen patted Fett's shoulder hard and looked at the blood on the ground. "How are you? Are you not hurt?"

Although Nehru's ball is so annoying that fat man, he has to admit that he has a few tricks in his control. His subordinates, especially his guards, always flatter and pride himself on the ground (and he is very proud of this), but his kung fu is not soft. Although Fitt is the guard who can attack the most, but he sees red. It can be seen that the scene before should be small, so Jansen is naturally worried about Fitt's situation.

Fitt was stunned and looked at J. It seemed that Mr. (Zhan Lin) had misunderstood something.

"Sir, you misunderstood. I was not the one who took action." Fette shook his head and denied it honestly.

"Oh?" Jansen raised his eyebrows, a little surprised: "It's not you? That's..."

"Jason, it's not Fette, it's my two guests... Well, maybe more accurately, those two may be models under my camera in the future..." When talking about this, an unspeakable awkwardness flashed across J's face. God testified that except for the time he was invited to take promotional photos of their F-China Olympic athletes that year, he had never taken such a "Kong Wu powerful" model, but thank God, fortunately, from the outside, these two people could not see that they were so strong in combat.

"Model?!" Jansen widened his eyes, "Hey, my dear J, are you sure you are not kidding me?! Stop teasing, this is impossible..."

"Is this true?!" Looking at the serious faces of Fette and J, Jansen stopped his verbal talk a little hesitantly and asked in disbelief.

"Yes, sir." Feite nodded.

Jensen, who had a deep understanding of Fette, was silent. It seemed that things were completely different from what he thought.

"Hey, I said, man, are you really going to say it here? Don't you think we should find a place to have a drink and then continue with this topic?" J pulled the collar, "I'll treat you, no matter what, thank you today! By the way..." J turned his head and raised the volume and said to the individuals brought by Jensen, "Go together, I'll treat you."

Amid the cheers, Zhan Lin and J and his group walked towards the near bar. Well, maybe a glass of vodka is very suitable for him now, J thought.
Chapter completed!