Nero smiled a little innocently and kindly, he was handsome, even a little childish.

It looks very appealing.

However, when his big honey-like brown eyes fall on you, you can always inadvertently be inadvertently provoked by his gaze with a chill that seeps into the bone marrow.

Luo Nanchu hid behind Yan Qingfeng, only to feel that Nero looked at her with some ill intentions.

Nero turned sideways and watched Yan Qingfeng walk in with a smile, and when Luo Nan first entered, he raised his arm very gentlemanly to show her the way.

Luo Nanchu pursed his lips, avoided Nero's sight, and walked in behind Yan Qingfeng with his head down.

Luo Nanchu soon realized that this huge building was a small casino.

When Nero had entered, they were shown the way.

The residents of the ragged slums, squandered their hard-earned money in this bottomless pit, and once they could not afford to pay for gambling, they could be reduced to the point of selling drugs or organs for Nero, and underground casinos have always been inseparable from human trafficking, organ trafficking and drugs.

Compared with the miserable rain outside, the casino can be called bright and green, with beautiful dealers with delicate faces and champagne everywhere.

Huge crystal chandeliers shine brightly, making this underground casino look as luxurious and erosive as every casino in the world.

It was really hard for Luo Nanchu to imagine that there would be such a high-end underground place under this slum.

Fu Tingyuan is here......

She pursed her lips slightly, she didn't know why, and she was a little flustered for no reason.

How did he get those injuries on his body?

Nero's men turned a corner, leading them to a more lively venue.

Before Luo Nanchu entered, he was the first to hear the overwhelming cheers from inside.

Yan Qingfeng's expression was instantaneous, and the casual expression on his face gradually disappeared, and Nero's people raised the curtain for them, and the heat-like aura inside rushed out of the venue.

The first thing Luo Nanchu saw was in the boxing ring at the highest point.

The lights were bright, and she saw Fu Tingyuan standing on the high platform with a single pair of boxing pants shirtless.

His hair was already damp, and his skin exposed in the light was the scars of the injuries he had been taking place for a while.

There was a cut on his shoulder, but the wound did not clot, and the blood flowed down his arm, and he waved his hand and threw him to the ground.

His breath now is completely different from when he was at home.

The aura of blood and killing lingered in him, and he felt extremely dangerous and terrifying at the moment. He sometimes doesn't restrain his breath, and he hasn't been as murderous as he is now.

At that glance, it looked as if he had become a different person.

He had just defeated an opponent.

Soon, another Mexican climbed into the ring.

It was a muscular white man, standing there as if Fu Tingyuan was two tall.

Yan Qingfeng stood in the corner, squinting at his younger brother on the stage.

At that time, the two were already entangled together.

Fu Tingyuan is professionally trained, he has a good kung fu foundation since he was a child, and among the three brothers, he was the earliest.

However, at this moment, he was still punched in the shoulder by the white man a few times.