little grandpa, be nice

Chapter 26 Who Is He?

The fighting arena is divided into two floors.

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

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

"I won again, it's boring." A boy was sitting on the sofa, his black suit was tailored to set off his perfect figure, especially those long legs.

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

In response to the tsunami-like shouts outside, he said this lightly.

In front of the railing, stood a slender boy with 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 slender long legs, and paired with a pair of leather shoes, he looked extraordinarily expensive.

Hearing what the boy behind him said, the corners of his lips twitched lightly, he drank the whiskey in his hand, and turned around gracefully.

"How much did you win?"

"About a few hundred million. Let me tell you, Lord Mian, why is it so difficult to get Panther to play a fake match? If he loses this time, let's not say that we can earn tens of billions."

"Anyone can, but he can't."

"Why?" Han Shaochen didn't understand, isn't it a fool to have money and not make money?

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

When it came to the second, Qin Mian pondered slightly.

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

Seeing that his clear eyes are cold and indifferent, he still can't see what emotion is coming from him, it has been like this all year round, and he is not afraid of freezing himself.

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

"No one can force him." When it came to this second, Qin Mian's emotions finally fluctuated a little, the corners of his lips twitched, and he smiled like self-deprecating, put down the wine glass in his hand, and walked towards Toilet.

"Who the hell is he? Even your big boss can't force it?" Han Shaochen was even more curious about this Panther.

Who is he?No matter who told him, he refused to play match-fixing, neither soft nor hard, and even the people he sent disappeared in the end.

Even if Qin Mian stepped forward?

Speaking of Qin Mian, but the devil incarnation, a person who is afraid of both black and white, can't force a Panther?

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

He wanted to see what God P under the mask looked like, 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 didn't answer the phone, where did she go?
Yan Weichu frowned, and was about to go back to the fighting arena to find Yan Liangxi.

His waist was suddenly grabbed, and immediately after, his back hurt and he was pushed against the wall.

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

I only heard a low voice, ringing in my ear: "Don't move."

And the texture of cold metal on the cheeks.

All of a sudden, Yan Weichu was taken aback.

A name kept shouting in her mind, and then she raised her head, trying to see the person's appearance clearly.

The back of the head was buckled and pressed against the chest.

The scorching heat and the icy cold superimposed each other, and his honey-colored chest muscles could be seen in his eyes.

(End of this chapter)