Tang Ye understood Pei Yucheng's subtext, so for the next twenty minutes, he fought back hard.
And the audience.
Lian Zhan and Yan Ce had the same expression and actions. They rubbed their bruised faces and looked at Tang Ye, who was beaten to death, with sympathy.
Lian Zhan couldn't help but sigh, "Mr. Cheng's anger today is a bit strong."
Yan Ce said, "Is he really that angry?! Tang Ye has been holding on for twenty minutes. Logically, the fight should be over in ten minutes."
Lian Zhan glanced at the VIP gym.
Except for Xu Ze, himself and Yan Ce's secretary-general, all the other guards were injured.
He also glanced at the clock on the wall.
Then he couldn't help but say, "Everyone present who is skilled in martial arts has taken turns to go on stage, and Cheng Ye is only slightly out of breath. Isn't his physical fitness too good?!"
The uniqueness of identity.
Lian Zhan and Yan Ce's chief guards were carefully selected by their families and could fight ten people at once.
However, their chief guard was like paper in front of Pei Yucheng.
Yan Ce didn't say anything.
Lian Zhan saw Pei Yucheng kick Tang Ye to the ground again, and suddenly said: "With Mr. Cheng's physical fitness, if he marries a wife, will she die in bed?!"
Yan Ce said: "Isn't Ji Yuqi alive and well?!"
Lian Zhan said, "Am I referring to Ji Yuqi?! I mean Cheng Ye's wife. Is someone with the last name Ji worthy of Cheng Ye's bed?! Kneeling beside the bed is unnecessary."
After hearing this, Yan Ce couldn't help but laugh and said, "Are you a little out of touch with the news?!"
"What do you mean?!" Lian Zhan asked.
"Didn't you see Ji Yuqi get into Mr. Cheng's car at the Imperial City Hotel the day before yesterday?!" Yan Ce said.
"..." Lian Zhan's eyes widened. He lost miserably that day and was furious. He left rather quickly. He didn't notice anything unusual.
"What's going on?!" Lian Zhan asked.
Yan Ce said, "Didn't we finish at 11:30?! I was sitting in the car and saw Cheng Ye's car from afar, circling the Imperial City Club again and again. It wasn't until I saw Ji Yuqi coming out of the Imperial City Club that Cheng Ye's newly purchased golden Rolls-Royce stopped."
Originally, Yan Ce saw Pei Yucheng's car circling.
He thought Pei Yucheng was riding his car to show off.
As a result... he was wandering around, waiting for someone.
"What's going on?!" Lian Zhan asked again.
"Can't you use another word?!" Yan Ce said.
"What's going on?!" Lian Zhan hesitated for three seconds, then spoke.
"..." Yan Ce.
"I'm not sure." Yan Ce said, "I asked the driver to follow us for a while and found that the car was not going to the Imperial Palace. It was probably just to drop Ji Yuqi off."
The two gossiped some more.
When Tang Ye no longer had the strength to get up from the stage, Pei Yucheng finally got out of the fighting arena.
As soon as he sat down on the wooden chair next to him, Xu Zelian immediately came forward with water and a towel.
After carefully helping Pei Yucheng remove the hand guard, Xu Ze handed the water over: "Mr. Pei."
Pei Yucheng took it and drank it all.
As he placed the mineral water bottle on the wooden table, Pei Yucheng felt the gazes of Lian Zhan and Yan Ce beside him fall on him again. He immediately frowned and said in a cold voice, "Tell me, what were you two talking about behind my back just now?!"
Shen Du's presumptuous gaze followed his figure around the fighting stage for half an hour.
Realizing that Pei Yucheng had come down suddenly to call him to task, Yan Ce subconsciously pursed his lips.
While he was hesitating to find a topic, Lian Zhan had already spoken: "Yan Ce said that with your current physical condition, your wife will die in your bed."
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