Chapter 491 Baby, it's not shameful to lose to your husband.
Cheers erupted from the crowd.
Zhang Xiuyi didn't look at anyone else. She glanced around and walked straight to Yan Jin's quiet area, where she sat down beside him.
Yan Jin was stunned, then smiled and lowered her voice.
"Auntie, thank you."
Zhang Xiuyi remained calm and composed, demurely adjusting the hem of her dress.
"I didn't show favoritism to anyone."
She paused, her gaze sweeping across the crowded area opposite.
"But there are no seats available over there."
Yan Jin understood immediately, and the smile on her lips deepened.
Before long, Yun Mu arrived and sat down next to Yan Jin without hesitation.
Shen Xin laughed and patted his thigh.
"Okay, now we have a mahjong set."
Just then, the entrance once again attracted attention.
Fu Yao walked in gracefully in high heels, followed by three stunningly beautiful women.
"Holy crap, aren't those three big celebrities?"
Someone recognized him, and a collective gasp filled the room.
Fu Yao, along with her mainstays, gracefully took their seats in the group of Yan Jin's relatives and friends.
Immediately after, Huo Shenyuan arrived.
Everyone in the room stared in disbelief.
That face, that aura—he's practically walking hormones, the helmsman of the Vanstar Hotel.
He walked over and sat down next to Yan Jin with a blank expression. He was there today to film a video for Qing Ning, and the girl wanted to see it.
Before everyone could recover from their shock, six tall, handsome men with long legs and imposing presence entered the venue in a line.
They were dressed in matching black uniforms, marched in unison, and had sharp eyes; they were clearly not ordinary people.
Those were... Brother Yan's old comrades from the special forces!
This lineup is getting stronger and stronger.
Finally, world-renowned director Zhuang, wearing a baseball cap, walked in discreetly and sat down next to Yan Jin.
Everyone was stunned.
Although Yan Jin's group still has fewer people than Wen Yifan and his group, the quality and level of personnel are simply overwhelming.
People gradually started to arrive.
Before long, Nan Wan, Lu Qinglin, and Tang Xiaoya entered the venue and headed straight for the host's seat.
Yang Ting stepped onto the ring and picked up the microphone.
"Ladies and gentlemen, the rules for this match are as follows!"
"The first round will be a draw! There are seven candidates, plus our Southern Gang's second young lady, Tang Xiaoya, making a total of eight."
"Number one against number two, number three against number four, and so on!"
The scene erupted instantly.
To draw a card with Tang Xiaoya is simply being chosen by heaven.
Firstly, when fighting against women, these grown men naturally have a higher chance of winning.
Secondly, if Tang Xiaoya takes a liking to someone, she can go easy on them and directly help them advance.
But if two candidates are drawn together, it becomes a fierce battle; they won't stop until they defeat the other.
Yang Ting continued with the announcement.
"The four winners of the first round will advance to the second round. In the second round, the draw will be held again, with two players facing off against each other. The two winners will then advance directly to the third round!"
"Special circumstance! If Miss Tang wins the first round, then there will only be three men left in the second round, and she will need to fight another match!"
The atmosphere was completely ignited, so enthusiastic it felt like the roof was about to be lifted off the ground.
Yang Ting waved his hand, and his men immediately carried a lottery box and walked to each candidate in turn.
Wen Youyou clasped her hands together and muttered something under her breath.
"Brother, you must be drawn to be in the same group as Sister Xiaoya! Good luck, brother!"
The lottery was quickly completed, and the winning numbers were announced on the spot.
The matchup list appeared prominently on the big screen.
Wen Yifan VS Meng Jin!
Yang Yi VS Qi Sheng!
Fang Shaojie VS Qin Jing!
Yan Jin VS Tang Xiaoya!
The scene erupted in cheers!
Yan Jin looked at the name on the big screen and curled her lips into a smile.
He enjoys fighting with his wife.
Shen Xin laughed heartily and patted him on the shoulder.
"Wow, bro, looks like God is on your side, you got the lead role right away!"
A professional referee took to the stage and announced the specific rules.
"Falling off the ring means you've lost! You can voluntarily admit defeat! Fists and kicks have no eyes; life and death are in the hands of fate!"
"The first match is between Wen Yifan and Meng Jin!"
As the bell rang, Wen Youyou shouted at the top of her lungs.
"Go, brother! Go!"
Shen Xin glanced over there and really wanted to rush over and cover the girl's mouth to keep her quiet for a few minutes.
On the arena, the two seemingly refined young noblemen suddenly unleashed their full power.
The two men pounced on each other like two swift gusts of wind, exchanging blows with their fists and feet, producing dull thuds.
Wen Yifan's explosive power was astonishing; each punch carried a force that tore through the air.
But Meng Jin was no pushover either; he fought with all his might, his eyes bloodshot.
Marrying Miss Tang is equivalent to controlling half of the Southern Gang!
This temptation is too great!
He roared, his moves becoming increasingly ferocious, a completely reckless fighting style.
Wen Yifan's eyes turned cold, and he stopped holding back. He dodged a sweeping kick by turning to the side, twisted his body at an incredible angle, and delivered a precise chop to the back of Meng Jin's neck!
Meng Jin staggered, and Wen Yifan seized the opportunity to kick him in the chest.
With a "bang," Meng Jin was sent flying backward and crashed heavily off the stage.
Wen Yifan stood on the stage, panting heavily. His handsome face was bruised, and blood seeped from the corner of his mouth, clearly indicating that he had exhausted a lot of energy.
Wen Yifan wins!
The referee announced the result.
The entire audience erupted in thunderous applause.
On the referee's stand, Tang Xiaoya was seeing Wen Yifan fight like this for the first time, and he truly amazed her.
He is no longer the taciturn Yifan from the small fishing village.
At this moment, he possessed boundless power, making him the undisputed third-in-command of the Southern Gang.
Then came the second round.
"Yang Yi versus Qi Sheng!"
The bell rang.
Before Qi Sheng could even get into position, he suddenly felt a blur before his eyes.
Yang Yi's figure was as fast as a ghost, a blur of motion swept past, and everyone only heard a loud "bang".
Qi Sheng was kicked away like a kite with a broken string, falling directly off the stage and losing consciousness.
quick!
ruthless!
Everyone was stunned; the entire battle was over before it even began.
That's incredible!
This level of strength is absolutely overwhelming!
No wonder he was the top fighter in the Southern Gang, and the bodyguard who followed Miss Nan back then!
In the audience, Shen Li's eyes widened, her heart pounding wildly.
So cool!
She remembered that night when he carried her out of the private room and escorted her back to the hotel.
She stood at the hotel entrance, turned around, and hugged him, not letting him leave.
He swiftly and decisively knocked her unconscious with a chop to the neck, then carried her into the room.
The next day, Shen Li thought about it for a long time but still couldn't figure out how she got into the room. All she knew was that a red mark was inexplicably left on her neck.
This man was ruthless and cold, yet he held the most important place in her heart.
Yan Jin's eyes darkened; this was his strongest opponent.
The special forces brother next to him also said in a deep voice.
"Brother Jin, your opponent is quite skilled."
The third match is between Fang Shaojie and Qin Jing.
Both were solid fighters, and after more than ten minutes of fighting, Fang Shaojie finally seized an opening and narrowly won.
Finally, the highly anticipated fourth couple has arrived.
Yan Jin versus Tang Xiaoya.
Yan Jin smiled and slowly walked onto the arena.
Tang Xiaoya had already taken her place. She was wearing a pure white martial arts uniform, her long hair tied in a high ponytail, looking heroic and righteous.
The two looked at each other.
Tang Xiaoya was depressed, she never expected to actually draw Yan Jin.
Should she show mercy or not?
They agreed to a fair duel, but her heart had already strayed.
Yan Jin looked at her troubled little face and said something in a low voice.
"Give me your all, baby. Show me your skills."
"Whoosh—"
The scene erupted in uproar.
They've already started calling him "baby"!
However, looking at Yan Jin's impeccably handsome face, everyone felt that it might not be a bad idea.
The bell rang!
Without further hesitation, Tang Xiaoya let out a shout and launched an attack!
Her punches and kicks were fierce and decisive, accompanied by a whistling sound, each strike aimed at Yan Jin's vital points.
However, Yan Jin simply dodged, his hands behind his back, his steps light and agile, and no matter how she attacked, she couldn't even touch the hem of his clothes.
Tang Xiaoya showed no mercy, unleashing a dazzling series of kicks; her exceptional martial arts skills were truly astonishing.
As expected of the second young lady of the Southern Gang, many people present believed that they were no match for her.
While dodging, Yan Jin still had the leisure to make jokes.
"You want to murder your husband?"
Tang Xiaoya's cheeks flushed red with anger, and she launched an even fiercer attack.
"Yan Jin! If you don't make a move, I'll kick you off the stage!"
Yan Jin finally smiled and began to fight back, but he only used three-tenths of his strength.
When Tang Xiaoya threw a punch, he blocked it; when she kicked, he deflected it.
She tried her best, but she couldn't gain any advantage at all; instead, he easily neutralized her attacks.
"Bang!"
Yan Jin seized an opening in her defense, grabbed her slender wrist with a swift movement, and pulled her into his embrace.
He lowered his head, his warm breath brushing against her ear.
"Baby, let me advance, don't kick me off the stage."
Her body stiffened, then she struggled violently, her shoulders loosened, and she broke free from his embrace, lunging at him again!
Tang Xiaoya swept her leg, and Yan Jin fell to the ground, but she reached out and pulled her down to the ground as well.
The two rolled around on the ring a few times, and the audience stared in disbelief. The fight looked like they were playing a thrilling game.
Yan Jin kept his hand out to protect the back of her head, preventing her from bumping it even slightly.
He pinned her down and coaxed her in a low voice, "Baby, admit defeat. It's not shameful to lose to your husband."
Tang Xiaoya was not convinced and twisted hard, then rolled over again, and the two of them rolled directly to the edge of the ring, almost falling off together!
In the blink of an eye, Yan Jin nimbly grabbed the ropes with one hand, used her waist and abdomen to lift her up steadily and bring her back to the center of the ring.
As soon as Tang Xiaoya landed, she jumped away and attacked again.
Yan Jin knew he couldn't win if things continued like this. Finally, he seized the opportunity and pinned her down again, using his legs to control her struggles and render her unable to move.
Tang Xiaoya glared at him angrily.
Yan Jin suddenly tickled the soft flesh on her waist twice.
Tang Xiaoya trembled, stunned.
"Yan Jin, you are shameless!"
Yan Jin lowered his head and brought his face close to hers.
Everyone in the audience held their breath, thinking he was about to kiss her.
Wen Yifan stood up abruptly, staring intently at the stage.
Unexpectedly, Yan Jin whispered something in her ear in a voice that only the two of them could hear.
"Baby, if you don't give up, I'll scratch you again."
Tang Xiaoya's body froze instantly.
A few seconds later, her cheeks flushed bright red, and she shouted loudly.
"Get out of the way! I surrender!"
Yan Jin smiled and helped her up with satisfaction. Tang Xiaoya walked off the stage without looking back, her face flushed red.
Shameless!
The referee announced that Yan Jin had won. Zhang Xiuyi watched this scene with a helpless yet indulgent smile.
Thankfully, my daughter wasn't hurt.
Nan Wan looked at Yan Jin, her eyes deep and thoughtful. She glanced at the six men behind him; they were the internationally renowned Black Panther team.
She whispered something in Lu Qinglin's ear, and Lu Qinglin nodded, taking out his phone to check.
Tang Xiaoya took a sip of water when her phone suddenly received a video. It was her daughter, Tang Xin, smiling and calling out "Mommy, Xinxin misses Mommy."
Her heart melted at his call.
Yan Jin sent it with the words, "Baby, this is a reward for you."
Tang Xiaoya didn't look at him, but instead curled her lips into a smile.
Ten minutes later, Yang Ting had his men bring the lottery box back; the second round of the battle was about to begin...
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