Immediately flew too lazy to pay attention to Xiwen, and the two were friends with netizens at most.

Immediately Fei chatted with Ling Qi in the back, after all, Immediately Fei's English was not good, and he couldn't understand what Lu Zuoyu and Xiwen were saying at all, the world of scumbags was so unpretentious.

Coincidentally, Ling Qi was still standing next to Ma Fei, and Xiwen's gaze also swept to Ling Qi - Ling Qi's brows were furrowed, his dark eyes were squinted, and his fingers were arranged in a suit and tie to hide the anger in his heart, why did Nima, the Yankee, always look at himself?

Could it be that after a battle in the canyon, it is... Fancy yourself?

Ling Qi thinks that he is also a handsome young man, rich, stature and courage, but it means that any cat and dog can covet him.

So, Ling Qi changed into a cold look like a professional businessman and glared back fiercely.

Xiwen was inexplicably glared at by him, how could he offend this treacherous Chinese businessman again?

Thinking to no avail, I gave up and let him go.

In the end, Xiwen and Lu Zuoyu had a simple exchange, and the two old foxes who had practiced for thousands of years did not dig tactical loopholes from each other.

Xiwen took advantage of the friendship of the landlord and sent Lu Zuoyu and others out of the gymnasium in a friendly manner. At this time, outside the venue, the sky in Los Angeles had already darkened, and the city's red and green lights were lit up one by one.

"I'm looking forward to your game against South Africa next week." Xiwen sent Lu Zuoyu and others to the car.

Lu Zuoyu said: "You guys will play against Mexico next week, and come on." ”

"See you at the finals."

The two captains said goodbye to each other, and Lu Zuoyu drove the car, carrying Chu Xiaoxi and Ma Fei to leave quickly.

With his hands in his trouser pockets, he watched the Ferrari slowly leave, WD is one of the strongest teams in the Honor of Kings World Championship, and the top team that is generally looked down upon by the major teams in the West.

Xiwen knows that the future finals must be a life-and-death battle.

But... Xiwen touched his chin, and immediately flew that kid asked about his team's tactics directly, why did he not control it and did not hesitate to tell it...

Shaking his head helplessly, probably his own puppy likes to fly right away.

Xiwen turned around and was about to return to the team, when he found the handsome Chinese businessman in a suit and leather shoes staring at him.

Ling Qi was wearing a black suit imported from Italy, his posture was slender and straight, tall and big, his eyebrows were with the unique shrewdness of a businessman, and at this moment, a pair of black eyes emitted a sharp cold light.

The merchant is very imposing.

Before, Xiwen felt in his heart that other audiences came to the stadium to watch game games, and this handsome Chinese businessman entered the stadium, as if he had come to buy the gymnasium...

"Xiwen." Ling Qi slowly pronounced out his name.

Xiwen tilted his head and said gently: "Something?" Or do you still want to fight with me in the canyon once? ”

Although this Chinese businessman has a certain game strength, compared to himself, it is the master Rong Mama PK weak Xia Yuhe, and Xiwen can beat him with one hand.

Ling Qi slowly took two steps forward, looked at the blonde American man in front of him, reached out and pinched his chin, and smiled coldly: "Don't beat me, I'll let you walk around without eating." ”

His chin was clenched by warm fingers, and Xiwen's body stiffened, and he always felt that this position was very strange. And hearing the words of this Chinese businessman, Xiwen felt even more confused.

Beat... What's the idea?

Ling Qi snorted coldly, his black eyes narrowed slightly, and he hid a knife in his smile: "Shao Te doesn't know how to pretend to understand, you wait, sooner or later I will let you lose and take the initiative to beg for mercy." ”