Pei Jin's fierce pupils suddenly widened, and he seemed stunned for a moment. The tips of his exposed ears turned an eerie red, and Yu Qiao blinked in confusion.
Suddenly, taking advantage of Pei Jin's momentary daze, Wang Quan once again swung his fist and slammed it hard into Pei Jin's back.
"Hmm..." Pei Jin let out a muffled groan, his scarlet eyes quickly sweeping over Yu Qiao. He gritted his teeth and swung his fist at Wang Quan.
The two were locked in a fierce battle, neither willing to yield to the other. Every punch they threw was a powerful strike. Pei Jin was ruthless, like an enraged wild beast, swinging his fists, smashing down, kicking in the stomach, arching his back... his movements were fluid and graceful.
The surrounding crowd erupted in a frenzy, the air thick with the stench of blood, as if it itself had boiled over.
Yu Qiao's fox-like eyes widened in surprise; this was the first time she had ever personally experienced such a bloody and violent scene.
The match was quickly decided.
Pei Jin's long, slender hands gripped Wang Quan's neck, pinning him to the ground. Wang Quan's eyes blazed with fury, his face bruised and swollen, with two thin lines of blood running from his nose, and dark red blood trickling from his clenched teeth.
Both of them were covered in sweat.
Yu Qiao's pupils reflected the hot sweat on Pei Jin's face, which slid down his sharply defined jawline to his neck, collarbone, and pectoral muscles...
She exudes a certain sexiness for no apparent reason.
Bang, bang, bang...
Yu Qiao's heart was beating faster and faster. She stared at Pei Jin almost blankly as she watched the referee announce that he had won the match. She saw him release Wang Quan, straighten his back, and leave the table with a nimble movement, though his steps seemed a little unsteady.
Could it be that you used up too much energy?
Yu Qiao seemed to be deep in thought. A wild beast? It really is as rude as a wild beast.
"Ancestor, ancestor, you've finished watching the competition, let's hurry up and go!" He Ye glanced left and right, secretly tugging at Yu Qiao.
Yu Qiao reluctantly said "Oh," and turned around with He Ye, only to be met with a pair of cold and solemn eyes.
"Ah Qiao".
Yu Qiao was stunned: "...Brother?"
"Holy crap! Yu Lingze!" He Ye was shocked. Yu Lingze was a complete sister-obsessed brother. He had been strict with his sister since she was a child. Even though Yu Qiao was already twenty years old, she was still not allowed to go out after ten o'clock.
Well, that's perfect, they just happened to run into Yu Lingze and saw him with Yu Qiao.
Oh no, oh no, what are we going to do?!?
Yu Qiao bit her lip slightly, her fox-like eyes narrowed, revealing a pitiful expression: "Brother, what are you... doing here?"
Look, just now he was dragging this ancestor along, and this ancestor was acting like a lawless scoundrel, but now he's turned into a well-behaved rabbit.
He Ye gritted his teeth and said with a bitter face, "Brother Lingze, I brought her here. Blame me if you must."
Yu Lingze is a typical ascetic beauty. His black, tousled hair falls on his delicate brow bone. He has a fox-like eye that is five parts similar to Yu Qiao's, which is slightly narrowed and reveals a dangerous aura. He has a pair of gold-rimmed glasses on his high nose bridge and thin, red lips.
With broad shoulders and a narrow waist, he wore a well-tailored suit, long and strong legs, and high-end leather shoes. He wore a white shirt and suit pants underneath.
At this moment, staring at Yu Qiao, his low, husky voice sent chills down one's spine: "Qiao Qiao, is that so?"
"Brother!" Yu Qiao looked at Yu Lingze with a mournful expression, grabbed his arm with both hands and began to shake it and act coquettishly: "I was just curious, why didn't you let me come?"
Yu Lingze's expression was serious: "I didn't let you come in order to protect you. What kind of place is an underground boxing ring?"
“This is my brother’s territory.” Yu Qiao blinked her eyes wide, grabbed Yu Lingze’s arm, and said in a drawn-out tone, “Oh brother, don’t be angry. I’ve finished watching the boxing match. Let’s go home?”
Yu Ling glanced at He Ye, a cold snort escaping his throat, but still grabbed Yu Qiao's wrist: "Let's go."
He glanced at the high heels on her feet, and his long eyebrows furrowed again: "Do your feet hurt? Why don't you wear more comfortable shoes when you go out?"
"I'm not in pain."
Yu Qiao's eyes crinkled as she followed Yu Lingze out of the arena. As they wandered around, she craned her neck and asked, "Brother, where are we going?"
Let me introduce you to a friend.
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