Watanabe went limp, and the assistant who followed him hurriedly supported him. He shook his head in disbelief and muttered desperately, "Impossible, impossible."

After a few minutes, he suddenly looked up and asked the judges, "I don't believe you, I want to see all the data of both teams!" Finally, he shook his head frantically, "No, you can also falsify the data! I can't believe it, I can't believe it! The champion is neon's, it's neon's—"

It's like a madman.

The Beer National Jury frowned and said coldly, "All the data of the competition will be announced in full at tomorrow's media conference. We have recorded all of your links on camera, and there can be no fraud."

After a pause, he said, "Speaking of cheating, I would like to ask Master Watanabe, why are more than 90% of Neon diners from your country? Flower City has a population of millions, is it possible that all the neon people are concentrated here?"

Watanabe was stunned and looked at the beer national judges incredulously. I saw that he also turned his head to look at himself, and the bottom of his eyes was ...... Full of thick sneer.

Watanabe's face turned pale, and he refused to admit it, "I don't know what you're talking about, it's probably a coincidence. Maybe it's because our neon people are patriotic and come to support us."

"That's the reason—" The Beer Jury rolled her eyes and smiled.

The Maple Leaf Country judge stabbed him, gossiping as if unintentionally, "Huh? When I heard Watanabe-san say this, I remembered that a few days ago, it seems that there was a group of neon tourists who went to the hospital en masse, so they didn't come to eat with you, right?"

The slightest chill quickly rushed down his heels and quickly rushed to his back, instantly making Watanabe sweat and his face even paler. He stumbled on his feet, barely sat down in the nearest chair, and replied weakly, "What...... Possible?! We haven't received any tourists......

"No?" The Maple Leaf National Judges also smiled, "It's best if you don't have it."

"Alright, it's getting late, thank you. The results of the race will be announced at 9 o'clock tomorrow sharp, and we will leave first." After the two judges said something specious, Shi Shiran waved his sleeves and left.

Leaving a group of neon people looking at each other, the atmosphere did not dare to make a sound.

Watanabe Muraichi gritted his teeth, and his eyes were bloodshot: "Wu, Tian, Da, Lang!"

……

"Hahaha! Cool!" Chef Lai let out a loud sigh and poured a bottle of beer into his stomach in one go.

Fang Zilu bit the head of his chopsticks, and the circle of mist in front of him circled around him, he still didn't understand, what was the mystery in this? Several masters didn't say it clearly, so they let him figure it out for himself. If he could know, he would still be their little follower!

At this time, Fang Zilu began to miss Yu Jian very much again, and the little boss was not like them who were little old men, and swallowed back into his stomach after saying half of his words.

It's so depressing-

He's almost bald on the top of his head, and he can't figure it out—

"This cup, we salute the little boss!" Master Ah Yan picked up the wine glass and stretched it out to the middle of the table. Although the game was over, they didn't dare to take it lightly, and the dinner was only in the hotel room. Looking at the cup that was the first to be stretched out, the lively atmosphere instantly became a little colder, and everyone raised their cups one after another, touched them vigorously, and shouted at the same time, "To the little boss! We won!"

Chef Lai drank another glass of wine, his eyes were wet, and he began to wipe his tears without turning his head. Ah Huan patted him on the shoulder and didn't speak. After a while, there was a sound of sobbing.

Fang Zilu walked around to him, squatted down and looked at him seriously for a long time, "Master Lai, the little boss must be fine!" The tone was unusually firm.

"I...... I just can't control it! The little boss has been missing for three days, and it is said on TV that three days is the golden age of rescue...... I'm afraid...... I'm afraid ......" Chef Lai, a rugged man, cried uncontrollably, although he had a hot temper and sometimes like a cannon fight, he treated his own people very well. In his heart, Yu Jian is not only his teacher in cooking, but also his spiritual teacher.

Though...... Yu Jian is still very young. But as it was said on the Internet, the Great Grandmaster doesn't rely on age to divide the winners and losers!

Thinking of this, he cried even more

"That Don or something...... Is it going to work? Why is it that after so many days, there is no news of the little boss!"

Outside the door, Tang Yuan's posture of wanting to knock on the door paused in the air.

The assistant who followed behind covered his eyes, and his heart was sunny. What's going on with Chef Lai, how can he question the question of whether their boss is okay or not??

With his hands back in his pockets, Tang Yuan turned his toes and walked in the direction of the elevator. The assistant raised his hand, "Boss?" Didn't you say you were going to go in and congratulate Huaxia?

"Let's go." Tang Yuan said coldly.

Okay, you're the boss, you have the final say! The assistant lowered his hand and strode as he approached the elevator. The elevator is vertically upward, but the air pressure in the car is getting lower and lower.

"Ding-" The ladder door opened, someone was already waiting at the door, and when he saw the two approaching, he hurriedly stepped forward and whispered a few words to the assistant.

The assistant opened his eyes wider, patted him on the shoulder, and praised, "Good job! Plus bonuses!"

Tang Yuan turned his head to look at him, and the assistant happily told him, "Boss! There's news—"

……

In the Neon Country Hotel, Gillian is preparing a celebration banquet. Bathtub was filled with bath water, sprinkled with rose petals, opened a bottle of fine wine, and poured it into the decanter. Looking at the time, it should be time for the hotel to deliver a candlelit dinner.

Sure enough, in less than a second, the doorbell rang.

Gillian pulled around and wore the same shawl as she didn't wear, covering the majesty on her chest, and shouted in a coquettish voice, "It's coming-"

As soon as the door was opened, a fine stream of water vapor rushed into the tip of her nose. Before she could see who was outside, she felt dizzy in front of her, her head tilted, and her whole person collapsed in the crook of a strong arm.

Gillian was woken up by a bucket of cold water.

She spat out cold droplets of water from her mouth, flicking her hair and panting desperately. I finally opened my eyes, looked around in horror, and cried out, "Where is this!!" He kept writhing his body again.

She was tied and couldn't move the rest of her body except for her head.

Tang Yuan hid in the darkness and stared at this woman, his fists about to burst. It was she who sent Yu Jian's reassuring suitcase to the gangsters.

"Are you from Huaxia?" He asked in a low voice.

Gillian's firmly bound hands kept twisting, trying to break free from this sense of bondage, and suddenly heard the familiar Chinese language, as if she had seen a relative, and quickly replied: "Yes, I am from Huaxia! Are you also Chinese? Can you let me go first—"

"Huh." A chuckle.

It was accompanied by two light coughs.

It's as if I've heard some big joke.

Gillian is not a fool, she suddenly faced the place where the voice came from, and said in a sharp voice, "You tied me up?!" Who the hell are you?"

A beam of yellow light shot accurately on Gillian's face, and the sudden light made her close her eyes instantly, and at this moment, Tang Yuan spoke again: "Should I call you Wu Jiaojiao, or should I call you...... Han Yu's ex-girlfriend?"

Gillian was stunned for a moment, and her eyes widened in horror-