Jack.

Yes, because of Jack.

She thought he was just a scientific genius, but she didn't expect him to do such a thing.

In her cognition, these things that need to be handled by the people below are handled by themselves, so why let their hands be stained with blood.

But today, it has subverted what she thought before.

But would she be happy to see this unexpected scene?

No.

Ruan Yiyi looked at the red-eyed figure on the stage one by one, his figure was thin, his skin was white, although he was thin, but he had a lump of abs on his body.

The arms are slender, and during the duel, the tendons and veins in the neck become clear and obvious, and the whole person seems to be full of strength.

Just looking at the figure, her almost uncontrollable mind thought of another person.

He had almost the same body, and although he hadn't looked at it for too long when he had been dewed before, he still felt too similar when he swept it over.

If the person on stage today is not Jack, but someone else, then that man can be cleaned up however he wants, even if he is dead, it doesn't matter.

But it's him.

Jiang Cheng said that he stood up for himself, but she didn't want to see such a head, she didn't want his hands to be covered with blood for herself.

What's more, Jack's figure is so similar...... Wen Yu.

No one can have a life in their hands.

Therefore, when he looked at the man surnamed Qiu, who was about to hold on, Ruan Yiyi suddenly said to Jiang Cheng:

"Enough, don't let that man die. ”

Jiang Cheng's voice was low: "Why, Miss Ruan, soft-heartedness is not your style." ”

Ruan Yiyi took a deep breath slightly, and when she spoke again, she said:

"Stop Jack, you should know what he does, he has a specialization in the art industry, don't let him touch this kind of thing again in the future." ”

When these words fell, Jiang Cheng snapped his fingers directly, and this was the assistant next to him who lowered his head and leaned over:

"Jiang Shao. ”

Jiang Cheng: "Don't let that person die, drag it out now." ”

"Yes!"

After the assistant finished speaking, he left in a hurry and came to the front of the stage to talk to the referee.

And just when Wen Yu was about to give the opponent the final fatal blow, the referee grabbed his hand.

Wen Yu looked up, his eyes were still red, as if he was red, and even his grimace mask was stained with some blood.

The referee shook his head, then signaled that he had won.

And the people on the ground, although they still had a breath left, could not move.

The crowd thought the man was dead, and they were all screaming wildly, cheering for Wen Yu's victory.

Wen Yu got up, and the referee took his hand and raised it to declare the winner of the boxing match.

Because he was thinner, there were fewer people who chose him at first, so when he won, all the money of those people fell on his side, and he made a lot of money in one game.

Counting that a game is nearly a million, after all, it is a life-and-death duel.

And the man surnamed Qiu was ruthlessly dragged down.

The beaten immortal and half-crippled.

Wen Yu came down and went directly to the backstage.

There was a place to take a bath in the rest room in the backstage, and when he washed his body and changed into clean clothes and came out again, Jiang Cheng was sitting on the sofa outside.

Wen Yu's expression remained unchanged, he walked over and sat on another sofa next to him, poured a glass of water on the table, raised his head and drank it.

And at this time—