Chapter 133 Kick Back

The room was empty and there was nothing to indicate one's identity.

Gladys walked in a strange way, like a crab, a little difficult and slow. Xie Si did not think too much about it, and asked anxiously, "Is Eastman here with you?"

"No." Gladys answered fluently without changing her expression, but she answered too quickly and without thinking, and she didn't even consider the rationality of the question.

There is cat shit.

Xie Si smiled and said, "President, I remember that my colonel seemed to have suffered a lot here with you."

"You don't think that the past is the past and can be written off, right? Although the colonel doesn't bear grudges, I do."

"It's no use threatening me. You're talking about the prince, right? He's already been driven out of the palace by His Majesty. How could he possibly come to a small place like mine?"

Obviously, there was nothing wrong with Gladys's expression, words, movements, and voice, but Xie Si just felt that something was not right.

The insects under his command will not deceive him.

There must be a reason why he was told that Eastman was here.

Gladys must have her reasons for not letting him see Eastman, but since she didn't tell him the reason, she had to let him see the bug.

"Just tell me how many bugs you have here?"

"One."

Gladys remained silent and continued to answer very quickly.

Xie Si closed his eyes and stood there for a while. He pricked up his ears to distinguish the sound, turned his head and looked at Gladys: "President, unfortunately, besides you and me, there are two other insects here, and they sound like male insects."

Having said that, he ignored the stunned Gladys and walked in one direction.

He didn't know there were two worms.

The female insect's hearing is exaggerated, and she cannot distinguish the breathing sounds of two insects among so many buildings.

But Xie Si had already heard another sound, the sound of two insects fighting.

Walking to the vermilion door, Xie Si took a deep breath, then pushed the door open, and the room was pitch dark.

But before I opened the door, I could still hear the sound behind it.

"Give me the plan quickly!"

"Calm down. This plan cannot be used casually. Otherwise, how can I make money? Oh, I only have one bottle of raw material. You can go as far as you can!"

"I'm Eastman!"

"Your Highness, do you have any instructions? I don't have to listen to them anyway."

Gladys had followed him and saw that he had discovered it, so she had to admit: "This is my master. Excuse me, he just wants to find a friend to relieve his boredom. He has no bad intentions."

Although his tone sounded like an explanation, his eyes clearly said, if you dare to bully my lord, I will not be so polite.

Xie Si glanced at the exposed scars on his arms in confusion. It was clearly caused by a beating by his male master, and yet he was still maintaining this condition.

But he couldn't care less about what was going on in other people's homes, so Xie Si looked inside.

Eastman was indeed here.

Eastman was sweating profusely and was trying to snatch the draft paper from another male insect's hand in a very clumsy manner.

The one sitting elegantly on the other side and teasing Eastman was the one holding the sword, manipulating the wheelchair to turn left and right. Although he had no advantage in height, Eastman could not touch even a hair on him.

There was still a hint of a cold smile on the corner of his mouth.

Eastman was about to jump up in anxiety, but he caught a glimpse of Xie Si's figure out of the corner of his eye. He suddenly withdrew his arm and pretended that he had done nothing.

His head was bowed very low, but in his eyes there was a glimmer of greed and desire, but he was very careful and didn't dare to show even a little bit of it.

"You mean no bad intentions?" Xie Si was referring to the clothes with footprints on them. The clothes he had never changed since he left were now covered in dust, very messy, and stained with sweat.

"It was malicious, but what position do you have to take care of him? If so, I can apologize."

He smiled casually, as if he was not the one apologizing. He admitted so blatantly that he had ill intentions towards Eastman without any concealment, as if he did not bother to hide it.

"As his...superior."

Xie Si couldn't figure out what the relationship between him and Eastman was. Even in Heras's words, they were just a pair of lovers who were unwilling to see each other.

Eastman had given him no status or promise.

"Apologize quickly."

"I'm sorry, Your Highness."

He sat on the chair with the sword in his hand, bent slightly, and apologized very gracefully, not feeling embarrassed at all.

Xie Si looked at Eastman, who was huddled in the corner, not daring to move, and did not miss the joy and pride in his eyes.

What are you proud of?

"Eastman, kick it back."

Xie Si did not turn his head away, but just said this cold word to the air. At first glance, it really sounded like Heras was training his new recruits.

Eastman obediently walked up to the sword, closed his eyes and kicked it, without even noticing Gladys' warning look.

When he opened his eyes again, the two female insects were already fighting each other. The president of the Xiongbao Association, who had never shown his skills before, was much more powerful than he had imagined.

The swordsman was much calmer than him. He watched quietly from the side, and did not dodge his kick. There was a smile on his face: "Abandoned prince, do you still want to repair the marked medical drawings?"

Eastman put his hand over his mouth.

He was now afraid that Xie Si would ask him why he came to this place.

I don't want to hurt Xie Si again.

Holding the sword, she dodged his dirty hands that had just rolled on the ground for several circles with disdain, and put on a cynical smile again.

"Just tell me if you want it or not. If you do, let's make a bet, how about that?"

"What is the bet?" Eastman grew up in the palace, and what he was exposed to was not winning or losing, but profit.

What he wants is never the success or failure of a particular result.

So he skipped the part of asking about the content and went straight to asking about the bets.

"It's a good bet. If you win, you can get anything you want from me, including this drawing and my money. If I win, I want 20 milliliters of blood from your body."

"No bet."

"The blood of the royal family cannot fall into the hands of other insects."

Eastman's refusal was decisive.

Without knowing the content, he had no way of judging his chances of success.

But since the bet was made by the sword-wielding man, he must have been confident, so there was a high probability that he would gain nothing and only lose some blood.

Do you think he is stupid?

"The bet is about the outcome of the fight between the two of them. I bet that General Xie will win."

"What else?" Eastman was so angry that he almost wanted to hit a bug.

How could she be so kind as to be picked out by him at first sight among a group of female insects?