There were fierce fighting on the stage, enthusiastic shouts from the stage, and the shaking columnar lights circulated on everyone like horse racing, and the air was filled with a trace of blood.

Lan Tian’s wildness in his heart was a little ready to move, and his blood boiled faintly.

In front of the counter, General Han is still there.

"Mr. Han, don't be fine."

Lan Tian politely said hello first. How could he say that gold card? Manager Han had to be a mediator in the middle.

"Hello, Mr. Tian, ​​welcome to Yasong."

Manager Han didn't know Lantian's real name, he only knew the code name A Tian.

Lan Tian put his elbow on the stage, his eyes floating on the stage, but his body leaned towards Manager Han.

Manager Han looked at the posture and suddenly understood what he meant and also looked over his body.

"Mr. Han, to be honest, I won't give me this card after playing a game. I know how powerful this card is."

Lan Tian held the gold card in his hand, slapped in his palm, laughing but speaking seriously.

After hearing this, General Manager Han answered a few words.

"The boss told me."

Humph, it's interesting, play this with me here.

However, Lan Tian thought about it and smirked, asking the boss to give him so many benefits. Who knows what the boss is holding in his stomach? Anyway, he won’t do it if he looks for him.

Rogue!

"Mr. Tian, ​​are you going to play today? That gentleman has been waiting for you for a long time."

Mr. Han pointed at the man under the ring and watched the game.

It was still him, the black mask, he really came, so let's talk.

The black mask seemed to feel someone looking at him again, looking at him with his eyes, and looking at him with Lan Tian.

He nodded and walked over.

"Let's discuss it?" Lan Tian took the lead in making a proposal.

The black mask nodded, as if he agreed, and shook his wrist by the way, expressing his expectation.

"President Han is bothering."

Manager Han nodded in agreement. He was too happy, but hesitated for a while when setting the odds, and finally set the odds one-to-one odds.

Both of them only played one game in Yasong's ring, and they both won in a crushing manner.

One to one, there is still a reason.

There were two people fighting on the ring that I had never seen before. I soon lost it. However, the winner actually added a few more punches, and his fists were on the vital point, and he was still disabled even if he was not dead.

The defeated party was filled with fear and kept begging for mercy, but the winning party muttered: "I can only get the bonus if I get you disabled!"

As soon as this sentence was released, Lan Tian instinctively looked behind him, and the elegant seats standing tall behind him looked over.

Maybe these people are just tools for the secret battles of senior officials.

After the victory, the host announced the next game without changing his expression, as if he had already become accustomed to all this and became equally cold-blooded.

"A Tian faces the black face."

It was probably a random name. After Lan Tian heard it, he complained casually, put on a panda mask, and then stepped onto the ring again by the first time he went on stage.

Hold your body and climb up in a daze.

Black-faced did not walk up from the back stairs, but his knees bent slightly, and he bounced, and his legs fell steadily on the ring, with almost no sound, as if his feathers had fallen to the ground.

"Still the way?"

"certainly!"

After the two had a brief conversation, they began to make the initial movements, looking directly at each other, like an old monk entering into meditation, without moving at all.

The shouts from the audience gradually weakened, and no one understood what the two were doing.

Lan Tian took a deep breath and said to himself: "What the hell is this kid md watching? I'll be so nervous if I don't look at him!"

Forget it and don't care.

Lan Tian's feet were shaking. He was not very good at melee combat, but it was only for high-level people. The kid in front of him looked good last time, so try him.

His toes swayed, and the next second he flew over like a card, banning the bullet-like straightness.

Lantian's body was like a swaying ghost, as if gliding in the air, quickly approaching the black surface.

Black face was calm and he was not in a hurry, with his hands covering his chest.

In the last game, this kid threw Bob out with his feet. It seems that the heretics are all about foot skills. In fact, it is not the case that the hands can give such great grip and support the bodies of two people, which is amazing.

Lan Tian intentionally lowered his center of gravity, avoided the upper part, and attacked his lower body.

Black face rushed forward, the chassis fell out and was thrown away by the blue sky.

He just stepped on the ground in the air and instantly bounced back like a ball. And it was a situation of somersaults in the future, with his hands forming claws and heading straight to the blue sky.

The trend of the blue sky moving forward has not yet been resolved. A cool breeze came from his back spine. He thought to himself that something was wrong. These iron hands are not a joke.

My melee battles are indeed too many flaws.

Helplessly, Lan Tian shook his head, flipped the back of his hand, and a row of tiny, golden soft needles were twisted on his fingertips, and a layer of dark blue and shiny substance was sharp.

It's not poisonous, it's just a high-intensity anesthetic.

His ears moved slightly, and he judged the position of the black surface, and shot it backwards, with a silence.

Black-faced eyes narrowed, and he found that after Lan Tian turned his palm back, he felt a little more guarded in his heart, and sure enough!

His right hand was tense, with the rusty back facing outward, blocking his face and stepping back.

The golden needle touched the back of the black-faced hand and did not penetrate it directly, but only inserted it less than a centimeter.

Black-faced's eyes changed drastically, and he quickly slashed at the wrist of his right hand with his left hand, closing his bloodline.

In front of him, the blue sky was gradually approaching, and his palm was straight in front of him.

Black face opened his eyes and saw the smiling face of the blue sky.

“It’s so dirty!”

"Are you praising me?" Lan Tian giggled, then said: "I can't beat melee, I can't play with poison!"

"How to solve it?"

"Stop talking nonsense, hahaha!" Lan Tian stretched out his fist, and Black-Secret also stretched out his fist to collided with him.

If a person of the black-faced level cannot even see poison and anesthetics, he will not be worthy.

So if poison is immersed in the blue sky golden needle, the black face probably has a purple hand.

The audience was not very emotional. After all, in their eyes, the two of them just tried each other for a round.

That's it.

After the two parted, someone called Lan Tian behind them.

"Boy, how about punching me?"

The voice was very familiar. When Lantian looked back, he was indeed an enemy.

It’s not someone else, but it’s Zhou Huadong, the future head of the Zhou family in the clinic today.

At this moment, he didn't know that the panda man in front of him was Lan Tian, ​​looking eager to seek talent.

"A game of 500,000, no matter what the winner is."

Lantian won 100,000 easily before, but because Bob's momentum was too strong at that time, the odds were directly set to 1 to 10. In normal games, the odds were still 1 to 1 to 1 to 2, and few people broke through, so 500,000, a lot.
Chapter completed!