"If he wants to fight, then he will fight."

Yan Murong's words immediately caused an uproar.

"This kid really doesn't know whether to live or die."

"Awesome, dare to argue with Zheng Shaoming, it's the first time I've seen it."

"Who is this man? He looks so handsome, and he also knows martial arts - I heard that men who can do kung fu are very strong underneath. A bewitching woman dressed in flowers and branches, her eyes flashed with a strange light, and she swept Yan Murong's lower three ways.

"Come on, you little **, don't you see two beauties standing next to them? One of them is Su Qingwu, chairman of Huayuan Group, one of the three major consortia in China -- to tell you, people are genuine original goods, and they are hundreds of times stronger than your bus. ”

"You're the bus, you're still a double-decker bus, and there are more people on it." The bewitching woman was not angry with her companion's words, and scolded with a smile.

Yan Murong walked over to the stage with a smile amid the praise or disparagement of a group of people.

A group of sons and brothers looked at his stalls, and couldn't help but slander in their hearts - this man's taste is really poor, I'm afraid he is not worth as much as one of his own shoes, right? Oh, by the way, look at the Thai boxing champion on the stage wearing gold-trimmed pants, I'm afraid that pants are worth more than his street stall tracksuit.

Yan Murong came to the stage, Dong Qiuhua walked down, walked straight to Zheng Wuming's side, and after eagerly pouring Zheng Wuming a glass of wine, he stood behind him, stretched out two white and tender little hands, and massaged him.

Yan Murong pursed his lips, looked at Ba Song, who was standing on the stage in big pants and worshipped, and asked. "Wear so little, and the air conditioner is still so big, aren't you cold?"

Ba Song didn't understand what Yan Murong said, but he still said it in stiff Huaxia language. "Huaxia Kung Fu, no."

As soon as the words came out, the group of young masters and ladies below stopped doing it.

Damn, this Thai is too arrogant, and he dares to say that Chinese kung fu is not good in the territory of China?

"Who's that, Yan Shao, right? Beat him, the best beating, he crawled all the way back to Thailand, I went out to buy you and won. ”

"That's it, handsome dude, hit him, slap him, kick his penis - oh, better take his gold-trimmed pants off and kick him, I haven't seen what a Thai penis looks like."

"You've caused public outrage." Yan Murong said with a smile, regardless of whether Ba Song could understand it or not.

Looking at Zheng Wuming again, his face was gloomy for a moment, but he quickly covered up the past, and even Dong Qiuhua beside him didn't notice it.

Dong Qiuhua walked over again at Zheng Wuming's signal, looked at Yan Murong and said. "Yan Shao, can you start?"

"Oh, that's fine." Yan Murong glanced at Dong Qiuhua and said. "You tell him, didn't he say that Huaxia Kung Fu is not good? Then I'll beat him with two moves. ”

Hearing Yan Murong's words, a trace of astonishment flashed in Dong Qiuhua's eyes—this man was so confident, or rather, he was so arrogant.

But since Yan Murong said it, Dong Qiuhua also translated the past truthfully. After Ba Song heard Yan Murong's words, he immediately looked at Yan Murong with disdain.

Two moves? Even twenty moves may not be able to bring you down.

"Okay, can you two get started?" After Dong Qiuhua asked, he was about to walk back, but Yan Murong shouted again.

"Wait."

"Is there anything else Yan Shao is up to?" Dong Qiuhua asked with a smile, scolding secretly in his heart - why does this man have so many things, like a woman.

And a group of people in the audience have been waiting impatiently for a long time.

"Why do you have so many things, hurry up and beat up that arrogant boxing champion."

"That's it, he's not a woman, what are you waiting for—even if it's a woman, that is, one in and one out, as for waiting so long?"

Yan Murong didn't care what the people in the audience said, looked at Dong Qiuhua and asked. "You can bet, right?"

"Yes." Although Dong Qiuhua didn't know why Yan Murong asked this, he still said truthfully. Zheng Wuming also said just now that he was sitting in the bank.

"That's good." Yan Murong said. "I wonder if there's a ceiling?"

"This-" Dong Qiuhua was a little embarrassed, turned to look at Zheng Wuming, and asked what to do with his eyes.

Zheng Wuming put down the wine glass in his hand and stood up and said. "Since Yan Shao wants to play, it doesn't matter how much, as long as Yan Shao is happy, you will accompany you without a name."

"Oh? That's right. Yan Murong had a thoughtful expression, thought about it, and then said. I wonder how much money you can come up with? ”

"It depends on how much you bet, and if you win, I'll add another billion to it."

"Dollars or Yen?"

"Dollars."

"That'll do." Yan Murong nodded with satisfaction, looked at Su Qingwu, and said. "Wife, lend me some money - or, you buy me to win, don't too much, a few hundred million will do."

Su Qingwu didn't mind Yan Murong calling her wife, and even felt a little inexplicably happy in her heart - did he call himself his wife?

"Okay, I'll put down 500 million dollars to buy you and win." Su Qingwu said lightly.

"Oh, yes." Yan Murong looked at Zheng Wuming and suddenly asked. "I wonder if you're interested in playing bigger?"

"You are a guest, you want to play, I will naturally accompany you." Zheng Wuming responded without hesitation.

"Okay." Yan Murong said. "Don't you like my wife Su Qingwu? It seems that this Dong Qiuhua is your woman, right? ”

"How?" Zheng Wuming asked, but he didn't admit it directly.

"Since yes, then I will bet on my own woman, you win, she belongs to you, I win, your woman belongs to me."

"Wow!"

There was an uproar in the audience, and everyone grew their mouths, and looked at Yan Murong incredulously - is this kid crazy? Forget about gambling money, but also bet on women? Su Qingwu is his wife?

Damn, this bastard, the gambling money was borrowed from his wife, and now he has to gamble on his wife - damn, blind Su Qingwu is such a beautiful woman.

They now can't care about whether Su Qingwu is his wife's business, but shocked, how dare this kid say such a thing? Moreover, he has to play with the first son of Yanjing for such a big time, so there is a lot of excitement to watch now.

Zheng Wuming's face instantly turned a cold color, staring at Yan Murong and asking. "Are you sure?"

"I'm sure." Yan Murong smiled and nodded--I just want to disgust you.

"Hehe, good!" Zheng Wuming suddenly laughed, ignoring Dong Qiuhua's surprised and pleading expression. "However, if you want my woman, you have to defeat three people."

"Oh? Are you ready for a wheel war? Yan Murong asked suspiciously.

"Yes." Zheng Wuming admitted it without hesitation. "She's the woman I like, and the first woman I've ever had, and if you want her, you have to pay a little price."

"Okay, I agreed." Yan Murong thought about it and agreed.

"Wow!"

The group of people below was in an uproar again - is this kid crazy? He also took the wheel war?