Inside the Neon Hotel, Watanabe is bathing in a bath full of rose petals. Gillian's slender fingers reached out to his chest from behind, and the warm breath brushed his cheek, sending a red lip print.

Watanabe laughed, turned around, put one hand around her thin waist, and dragged her into the bath. Gillian exclaimed in surprise and laughed again and again.

The scene was chaotic for a while, and the water was splashing-

A moment later, the two of them were already lying on the huge bed. This room is typical of neon style, and there are only two rooms in the hotel, one with Takeda staying and the other in Watanabe's hands.

"I heard that Lord Takeda has lost all his face today......" Gillian muttered quietly.

Watanabe smiled sarcastically and nodded Gillian's forehead, "Who did you listen to?"

Gillian pouted, "I just went to get you wine, passing by Takeda-sama's room, he threw things in it again, and from time to time there was a sound of swearing. Later, the hotel security came over......" Gillian laughed playfully, as if she had seen some kind of joke.

Watanabe was obviously in a good mood, and he laughed when he heard this, but at the end he was still reminiscing about Takeda's expression, but his tone was full of disdain: "The pastry skill he is most proud of has actually lost in the hands of the Chinese. Hehe, when the neon is returned, the emperor will definitely not be able to spare him."

There are frequent scandals in the neon chaebols, and the initiators of all this are the Chinese. The emperor was already jealous of the Chinese people, how could he treat the Chinese people sincerely? Moreover, although Takeda now considers itself a neon man, in their eyes, he is just an outsider.

"Takeda, it's definitely not going to work—" Watanabe said to himself. The final of the business tournament is three days later, this is to make a slight adjustment to the two teams, of course, it is not ruled out that the organizers have other plans.

Gillian looked at Watanabe's suddenly sinking face, and said again, "What are you thinking? Why are you so sad?" She is Watanabe's favorite woman at this stage, so Watanabe is full of tolerance for her, and even if some important topics are discussed, he does not shy away from her at all.

"I'm wondering what I'm going to do to win the last fight." The difference between the two days is not big, as long as you explode on the last day, you can definitely get the final victory.

Gillian leaned into his ear, "My lord, what do you think of what Gillian told you last time?"

Watanabe's eyes flashed with a hint of nothingness, picked up Gillian and asked her to sit on top of him, pointed at the tip of her small and erect nose and said, "You little girl, you have a good idea for me!"

……

Several masters were busy all day, and when they returned to the hotel, they were so tired that they couldn't go out.

Fang Zilu collapsed on the bed, kicked off his shoes, and buried himself directly in the quilt, "No, no, no, I have no strength. Master Lai, don't wake me up tomorrow, I will sleep until I wake up naturally."

Chef Lai was also weak at the moment, and his whole person had a feeling of overdraft, he glanced at Fang Zilu, who was already like a caterpillar, "You are snoring so loudly, can I still call you?"

"And what about me—aren't you too!" Fang Zilu closed his eyes and replied, his face full of unconvinced.

Two seconds later, both of them suddenly laughed again. It's all half a catty, who still laughs at whom!

Yu Jian took a hot shower and quietly dried her hair in the bathroom. In the mirror, the little girl's face has just passed through the ruddy color, although there is a trace of tiredness in the corners of her eyes, but it still does not affect her demeanor. She put down the hair dryer in her hand and patted her face, "Ah Jian, hold on a little longer, and you'll be successful soon!"

The impact of the steam voice is much more than that.

A few comparison pictures first appeared on the Internet, comparing the weird vegetable carvings of the neon country with the beautiful dim sum of the Chinese fairy, and the difference was immediately clear. And immediately after, a topic appeared on the Internet: on the Chinese culture stolen by neon companies. More and more people joined the discussion, and many untold stories were revealed.

The incident continued to ferment, extending from the West to the East, and reached a climax in China. A bloody letter and a frame of accusation were shaken onto the Internet, and the world knew that it turned out that neon had invaded China

, far more than the wars of the past, there are also unknown but more terrible secrets.

In the neon country, the emperor was furious and personally dialed the phone to Takeda.

Takeda groveled, standing still and apologizing to the other end of the line, while constantly making excuses for his failures.

Li Yijing stood aside, listening to those disgusting and flattering words with an expressionless face, and a feeling of nausea kept pouring out.

The emperor issued a death order that he must win the tournament in order to be disgraced, and if he loses, he must expel Takeda from the country.

Takeda was shocked: "Your Excellency the Emperor, how much I have contributed to the Great Neon, you can't just wipe it out if you say it......" Before he finished speaking, the other party hung up the phone ruthlessly.

Takeda's stunned eyes and unpredictable expression on his face were left behind.

"Xiao Yi, help me make an appointment with Zhang Hua from the Huaxia team. Just say...... Wu Shufang wants to catch up with him." After holding it for a long time, he finally spit out a few words.

Li Yi pushed his glasses and excused himself, "Mr. Takeda, I don't know anyone from Huaxia."

Takeda glanced at him faintly, without any emotion, but full of threats: "I heard that you have a twin brother in Chinatown?"

Li Yi Huoran took two steps forward and said sharply, "Don't involve my brother!" In an instant, he had already thought that it must be that Li Bai came to find him was known to Takeda, and Takeda should have also sent someone to investigate Li Bai's details.

"Whether it's involved or not, it's up to you how you do it. Tomorrow at three o'clock in the afternoon, in the tea room of the hotel, I will wait for Zhang Hua's arrival." After speaking, Shi Shiran walked out of the door.

Li Yi lowered his head and gritted his teeth fiercely, the hatred in his eyes was full of hatred.

On Huaxia's side, as soon as Yu Jian lifted the quilt, the doorbell rang. Through the cat's eye, a waiter with a cart stood outside the door.

She frowned, it was already past the time to deliver the food, and instinctively she had a hint of foreboding in her heart: "I didn't order the food."

The waiter said in a sullen voice in International, "It was ordered by Mr. Chu from 508, and he asked us to deliver a meal to each of your rooms."

Chu Liangwei?

Yu Jian just wanted to confirm it, but suddenly thought that the mobile phone had been automatically turned off when it ran out of power, and was charging it on the bedside table at the moment. After a pause, she said, "Then you can leave it at the door first, and I'll come out and get it myself later."

"Okay, please take it as soon as possible."

After a while, there was no movement at the door, and when I looked at the cat's eye again, there was no one outside the door, and I could only vaguely see the shadow of a dining car. Yu Jian unscrewed the door lock, and at the moment of opening the door, a long leg suddenly stretched out from under the dining car, quickly pressing against the door that he wanted to close.

"Thorn-" A burst of smoke floated up, Yu Jian's eyes suddenly widened, and he quickly covered his mouth and nose, and before anyone could react, he quickly squatted down and ran out of the room through the half-hidden door.

Behind him, there was a dense sound of footsteps.

She lives alone on the top floor of the hotel, and the rest of her teammates are scattered on other floors. "Anyone? Can you save me?" She shouted as she ran, and the people chasing behind her were getting closer and closer, and the next second she was about to hook her collar, when the door next to her was instantly opened.

A slender arm wrapped around her wrist and led her into the room—