At 8 o'clock that night, Yan Xiaye sneaked out of the hospital from the nurse who was checking the rounds and took a taxi to the address sent by the man.

There is still a block away from the destination. Next to the street where the street lights are damaged, the driver stepped on the brakes in advance and said to Yan Xiaye in embarrassment: "Sorry, this is the territory of a big man nearby. I will send you here at most.

If I regret running here for excitement, I can send you back."

Looking at the dark road in front of him, Yan Xiaye sighed helplessly, declined the driver's kindness and paid to get off the car.

After all, it is strange that the man would meet her in a Western restaurant or a cafe or something.

Following the route given by mobile phone navigation, the autumn wind rolled up and fell on the ground, as if someone was following, Yan Xiaye couldn't help but go back several times, and finally in front of a building without a sign.

Stop.

After staring at the building for a while, she tentatively stepped up the steps, pushed open the thick glass door, and quietly crawled in.

She thought her series of actions were not eye-catching enough, but after seeing clearly what was being done here, she immediately realized that no matter how women appeared in such places, it was already abrupt enough.

The site in this building is quite open, at least thousands of square meters.

In addition to the direction of the door behind her, there were audiences all around, and many people shouted excitedly with bills, their voices so loud that they were almost shattering their eardrums.

In the middle of the audience, there was a ring with a height of about two meters. Two tall and strong men on the stage were waving their fists in sweat, and they took out desperately to greet each other, and every time they fists were

The muffled noise in contact with the body can cause cheers or anger like tsunamis around.

It is a bad habit of human beings to like to watch such bloody and cruel things in history.

Yan Xiaye quickly frowned, looked at him without any agreement, trying to find a shadow belonging to the man in the crowd.

Unfortunately, the fate of finding a needle in a haystack is naturally futile.

She pursed her lips regretfully, and was about to go out and call the man first, when a vaginal test sound came from the side.

"Woman, I noticed you a few minutes ago. What are you looking at?"

Yan Xiaye's heart trembled slightly and looked at the source of the sound.

Inside her sight, a man with flower arms tattooed must stare at her with a smile or not. No matter how you look at her, it is a bad person.

After the last time in the bar, she also understood a little about how to communicate with these people, and said lightly: "I don't want to cause trouble, I'm just looking for someone."

"Look for someone?" The man suspiciously turned around her for a while, stopped in front of her, leaned over and leaned closer to her cheek, and smelled of sweat and cigarettes. "Who are you looking for?"

Yan Xiaye didn't know if he should explain his purpose, but she still doesn't know the name of that person.

He reached out and pushed away the man who was getting closer coldly. Yan Xiaye raised his chin with a dull expression: "I don't need to explain to you."

She rejected the other party's request concisely. She was shorter than a man's head, with obvious visual differences, but her aura was not inferior to the other party at all.

This novel scene like the Western scenery quickly attracted the attention of some nearby audiences. While whispering, more spectators were attracted to look at this place with great interest.

"Woman, do you know who you are talking to?"

The man laughed in anger, stretched out his fingers and poked his lips, and blew a sharp whistle.

Soon, several other men who were obviously his companions began to gather here, but there were many people on the field, and many people deliberately made trouble, which made them very slow to come.

"It's such a pity. It seems that you can't go back easily today." The man curled his lips meaningfully: "We brothers have not played much with women recently. Thank you for your hard work and you'll be well served tonight.

, I will let you go tomorrow morning."

Seeing that the situation was not good, Yan Xiaye glanced at the gate not far away, and turned around and ran away without saying a word.

Since no one can help her now, she can only save herself without regard for the consequences.

The man had been on guard against her, so he was not willing to let the fun that was approaching her, and he sneered and grabbed her shoulder.

Xia Ye's move to escape was just a fake shot, and he took the opportunity to lean over and pick up a wooden board from the ground, swung it round and slapped it hard on the man's head.

"Ba"

The wooden board broke, and the man stretched out his hand and grabbed the empty hand, but there was a glaring red on his forehead.

Yan Xiaye knew that he could not escape, so he kept a relatively safe distance and threw away the wooden board and looked at the man calmly.

The atmosphere on the court suddenly became strange. The audience couldn't see that they were still excited about the competition on the ring, while the remaining small groups looked at this side, feeling their eyes wide open.

"Okay, come again! I'll win with the young lady!"

I don’t know if it was the one who was not in tune and started shouting first, but gradually someone began to respond, which attracted other audiences who didn’t know the truth to look at it.

In this way, in order to avoid the end of the show, the audience used their bodies to stop the men's companions from approaching, and there were still many people who wanted to fight quickly in Xia Ye to avoid causing more trouble.

Inexplicably became another focus of attention on the field. Yan Xiaye was calm on the surface, but in fact he was quietly searching for any tools nearby.

In such occasions, men do not hit women and they are nonsense, and they do not think that the other party will understand what gentlemanly demeanor is.

Faced with the sudden attention, the man seemed even more uncomfortable than Yan Xiaye. He raised his hand to hold the bleeding forehead and did not fight back immediately, and continued to stalemate with her.

On the second floor of the building near the railing of the arena, Qin Yan was holding a cigarette that was about to be extinguished and watched the scene with interest.

"...You're right, she does have some potential." Lin Yao followed him with her shoulders in her arms, her eyes also falling on Yan Xiaye.

I occasionally heard Qin Yan mention it once or twice before, but it is the first time I have seen a real person.

"Right." Qin Yan shrugged, clamped the remaining cigarettes on his fingertips, and smiled in a scheming way: "You said, if I trained her well, what would the adoptive father appreciate more than the current one of the Qin family?

one?"

Lin Yao did not respond to this and calmly analyzed: "Even if Mr. Qin feels guilty towards her, the Qin family will still not hand it over to a woman."

"I don't think so."

Seeing that the scene became more and more difficult to control, Qin Yan took out his cell phone and dialed a number. Before the call was connected, he said lazily: "If the adoptive father was really satisfied with his elder brother, the Qin family would have changed their dynasty long ago, how could he have been forced to do so.
Chapter completed!