The arena is divided into two floors.

Generally, those who can appear on the second floor are characters with backgrounds.

In the dim light, it is difficult for the people downstairs to see the situation upstairs clearly, but the people upstairs can clearly see the situation downstairs.

"It's boring to win again." There was a boy sitting on the sofa, and his black suit was cut to fit his perfect figure, especially his long legs.

Holding a mobile phone in his hand, as if playing a game, a cigarette loosely held between his lips.

For the tsunami-like shouts outside, he said lightly.

In front of the railing, there stood a boy with a long figure, a slim gray shirt, the neckline was slightly open, and only the third button was buttoned, revealing a smooth collarbone, beautiful and sexy

The cropped trousers set off his long slender legs, and with a pair of leather shoes, he looked very noble.

Hearing the words of the boy behind him, the corners of his lips hooked slightly, and he drank the whiskey in his hand in one gulp, and turned around gracefully.

"How much did you win?"

"It's about a few hundred million, I said Master Mian, why is it so difficult to let Panther play a fake match? If he loses this time, we can make tens of billions of dollars. ”

"Anyone can do it, but he can't."

"Why?" Han Shaochen doesn't understand, isn't this a burner if you don't make money?

Qin Mian played with the wine glass in his hand, his slender fingers were beautiful and clean, like a fine mutton fat jade: "First, he is not short of money, and second, he ......"

Speaking of the second, Qin Mian groaned slightly.

Seeing him stop suddenly, Han Shaochen raised his head from the screen of his mobile phone to look at him.

Seeing that his shallow eyes were cold and indifferent, he still couldn't see what emotions came from, and he was like this all year round, and he was not afraid of freezing himself.

"What's the second?" Han Shaochen not only asked.

"No one can force him." Speaking of this second time, Qin Mian's mood finally fluctuated a little, the corners of his lips twitched, he smiled like self-deprecation, put down the wine glass in his hand, and walked to the bathroom with his legs.

"Who the hell is he? Can't even force yourself as a big boss? For this Panther, Han Shaochen was even more curious.

Who the hell is he? No matter who told him, he refused to play fake matches, whether soft or hard, and even the people he sent were finally gone.

Even if Qin Mian comes forward, it can't be?

Speaking of Qin Mian, but the Demon King of the Mixed World, a character who is afraid of both black and white, can't barely make a Panther?

For this person who only showed his eyes, Han Shaochen was very interested in digging down.

He wanted to see what God P looked like under the mask and what kind of character he was......

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At the same time, Yan Weichu walked to the underground parking lot, and saw Yan Liangxi's heavy machine still parked in the parking space from a distance.

This damn cousin, she doesn't answer the phone, where the hell did she go?

Yan Weichu frowned, and was about to go back to the fighting arena to find Yan Liangxi.

The waist was suddenly buckled, and then, the back hurt, and the person was pressed against the wall.

Yan Weichu reacted instinctively, wanting to raise his leg to hit the crotch of the person in front of him.

Only a deep voice was heard, ringing in my ears: "Don't move." ”

There is also the texture of cold metal on the cheeks.

All of a sudden, Yan Weichu shook his head.

A name kept shouting in her head, and then she looked up to see what the man was.

The back of his head was pressed to his chest.

The heat and the cold were stacked on top of each other, and as far as the eye could see, it was his honey-colored pecs.