The noisy and noisy escaped from his ears and returned to the hotel. Jiumao followed Xia Yi into the room.

"Boss, why don't you talk to that woman for a while? I heard from Lao Ma that he is your senior sister, so he must be very awesome?"

Ma Bang quickly shook his head: "I haven't said it."

Before the big man in front of him could react, Gao Wen said, "She is not a psychic, and she doesn't feel that she is powerful, but her limbs are strong and her fists have calluses. She is stronger than ordinary people. If she does not have the foundation that a real warrior has developed since childhood, she has to go further. Compared with the psychic, she can only fight for her life."

This is of course from the perspective of a psychic. There will naturally be rules on the field. If you don’t fight with your life, it will be difficult to distinguish a person’s strength. Just like a person who is usually powerful, he will also act timid and cowardly when encountering things that are at risk of life. When honest people are forced to do things that are urgent, they will also do things that kill people.

Therefore, a person's strength, ultimately speaking, is not what we usually see.

However, in this room, as the "qi" in wine, sex and wealth, the evaluation of high temperature is still of some standard.

While you were talking and talking, sitting on the chair, Xia Yida spread her legs, looked at the city view outside the window, and shook the red wine in her hand.

In the ripples, his voice suppressed the low discussions of the people over there.

"...... There is no intersection on weekdays, why bother talking too much? She is a person with clear ideals. At that time, I may destroy her dreams..."

After pursing his lips, he whispered: "We come here to compete here just a cover. The real thing to do is Anchorton. Of course... if we can win the championship, it will be quite good, and it will save a lot of trouble."

"That company of Lei will definitely cheat at that time. Who would be willing to hand over the red stone?" The fat man sat beside the bed, patted his knees and waved his thick palms.

"Like I was cheating when I was collecting scraps, I did a lot of tricks!"

Jiu Kuang snorted coldly, his fist clattered and said, "Then let's hit him."

As soon as he finished speaking, the sound of a knock on the door came from behind, and a psychic man from his subordinates was talking outside the door.

"Boss, Anchorton has just sent someone to inform you that there will be a party later, on the 30th floor of this hotel."

The big man with his fists clenched forward and took a step forward: "Boss, I'll accompany you. It's like seeing how powerful the supernatural beings in other countries are."

In front, the big chair turned back to the table, Xia Yi put down the wine glass: "Then you go with me, and also, Lao Ma?!"

"What's the matter, boss?" Ma Bang raised his face, who was muttering to the fat man.

Xia Yi got up, picked up the suit on the back of the chair, put it on, and said, "The Magneto should have found someone. Go and pick him up. Deju took Xixi to stay in the room. When he was hungry, he asked the waiter to deliver food. The others were on standby without ordering."

His shoulders shook and stretched out his suit.

Over the past period of time, Xia Yi's movements gradually became more powerful. After giving orders, he passed by everyone. Jiu Kuang turned around and followed, opened the door, and walked out with him.

He was extremely big and walked behind Xia Yi like a close thug.

"Boss, why don't you let me and the hot temperature deal with it? We are no worse than the elderly under your command."

The figure walking in front stood in front of the elevator, looked at the corner of his mouth reflected inside, and curled up slightly: "You are anxious to show off, I will give you a chance next time."

The elevator door opened with a tingling sound.

Xia Yi walked in.

“…I always have only two points to employing people, which are easy to use and have results.”

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The sun shines on the sea level, revealing half of the red color.

Amid the sound of the seagulls crying, a dog girl wearing a black strapless jacket and wearing a short-sleeved jacket stood in the sea breeze, feeling something with her eyes closed.

After a moment, she opened her eyes and raised her finger to go in one direction.

In a relatively prosperous and noisy port, along the road passing by the coastline, there are several abandoned warehouses standing on the edge of the city on the brown and desolate soil, and few people appear here.

The rootless nepenta rolled across the road, and the sand flew in the wind, and occasionally one or two fell into the eyes of those around you.

"Shit, help me get the weapon."

A man wearing a cowboy hat handed a large-caliber troll in his hand to his companion, spitted on his fingers, and rubbed them on his eyes.

"This time, the Chinese businessman who is going to blackmail, guess how much will the other party spend?" The companion held weapons in both hands, leaning against the half-open iron door, and watching the red patch on the ground slowly moving on the ground.

"The ghost knows, the boss can say as much as he says." The man squeezed the corners of his eyes hard, and there were a few grains of sand on his eyes, and he screamed in anger: "I just need to wait for the money, and then, fuck.... Fuck it, hurry up and leave this ghost place!"

Behind them, in the half-open iron door, more than ten people were sitting or standing in different positions in the warehouse. There were several tattered tables in the middle, and some people were holding a cigar in their mouths and playing cards with several subordinates.

A voice next to him asked, "Boss, when will you call that Chinese businessman?"

"No, someone will book this batch of goods. Maybe wait a moment or tomorrow, the other party will send someone to take it away." The man who cut the card did not raise his eyes, stared at the deck of cards in his hand, his beard relaxed, and smiled: "Haha, I will win this one, you don't have any underwear."

While talking, the guards outside the door were also complaining. The brown and yellow barren ground in front of them gradually swam into the stream formed by iron sand.

Relying on the iron gate, the guard holding two guns was looking at his companion who was roaring in anger. In an instant, something suddenly flew over in the red sunset.

Wow—

puff!

A black iron discus hit the guard who was rubbing his eyes with huge force, and the opponent's fingers directly poked the eyeball, and flew backwards and crashed into the half-open door.

In the warehouse, cards were thrown away on the table, with figures holding knives and sticks, and guns looked like they broke through the door and rolled on the ground.

"What else are you doing standing here? Bastards, there are guests here-"

The leader reached out and took out a semi-automatic rifle from under the table, pulled the magazine on, and walked towards the door with a cigar in his arms. Someone had already pulled the trigger and the gunshot started.

The aluminum alloy wall at the rear was more than 100 meters outside, and the engine was roaring.

The wheels were rotating wildly against the soil, inside, the legs under the narrow skirt swayed, the high heels lit the accelerator one after another, Zhou Jin, who was pulling the handbrake, looked at the reflector, applied lipstick, and heard screams and gunshots from inside, his red lips raised up and kissed himself in the mirror across the air.

Throw the lipstick in your hand out of the car window.

"Scream, Americans!"

With his other hand, he put the handbrake on. At this moment, the car that had been accumulating for a long time shot out with a buzzing sound, rolling up a long stream of smoke and dust, illuminating the mottled rust over there, and the warehouse that had broken several large holes hit.

Bang—

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Bang!

The door of the banquet hall was pushed open by the waiter. A sexy waitress led Xia Yi and Jiuqiu in. Soft symphony music surrounded her ears. On both sides of the banquet hall were long tables covered with dining cloth, filled with various Western desserts. The waiter holding red wine shuttled among the invited crowd, stopped from time to time, put the wine glass respectfully into the hands of the distinguished guests, and poured a little wine.

There are also several pairs of men and women in evening dresses dancing gently.

"Are all the American upper class so extravagant? I heard it's still very corrupt..." Jiumao stared at a waitress passing by, reached out and took a sip of the wine bottle in the other party's tray.

"Boss, will you meet the real owner tonight?"

"I think I'll see you soon."

Xia Yi put his hands in his pockets. He looked up on the second floor. A figure who seemed to be squatting was looking at him. The man smiled and turned around and seemed to have said something to someone.

A man of black skin came over and pushed him away.

At this moment, Xia Yi, who had not attracted much attention from the banquet, suddenly heard a Western-style Chinese sound.

"Look, the one on the door is the one we rumored Mr. Crow..."

A short-haired man in a suit and a handkerchief on his right chest pocket shouted to the guests looking around with a charming smile: "However, I heard that the weapons he participated in the competition are gone... like a soaring bird without feathers. Guess what will Mr. Crow do in the next game? Will he return to his hometown in the East and hide his name from now on..."

The Western-style mocking humor attracted laughter from men and women in the banquet hall.

"I hope his humor won't expose you to get out of control on the spot, Crow Xia Yi."

Another male voice full of magnetic came from the stairs on the side. Xia Yi turned his face and looked at him. It was the man who smiled at him on the second floor before. The wheelchair operated by the other party slowly drove in, with a smile on his face, but there was a rebellious feeling between the corners of his eyes and eyebrows.
Chapter completed!