I’m the Pay Thief at the Winery

"Please come with me." Nomoto Hisonobu stood up and politely brought Nanling to the venue where the boxing match was held.

If you ignore the excitement and greed that he is about to hide, his appearance can be regarded as Zhou Zheng.

Nan Ling looked around.

This is a very modern hall. The boxing ring, which is brightly lit by the dazzling lights, is placed in the center. The surrounding area is relatively dark. There are some tables and chairs scattered around, and decorative decorations are also thoughtfully placed. Flowers, and an extensive wine list.

"The decoration is not bad."

"Thank you for your compliment." Nomoto Hisabu bowed his body, "I don't know where you want to watch the game? The atmosphere in the hall will be better, and the second floor is relatively quieter."

"There's still the second floor." Nan Ling looked up.

"The needs of our guests are always varied."

"No, I'll just watch it here." Nan Ling casually pointed to a position close to the boxing ring, "I'll just sit there."

"Then, your bodyguard..." Nomoto Hisonobu asked tentatively.

Nanling looked back at Antoine. The other party has been sullen since the moment he entered the door, obviously he doesn't like it very much.

"Ann, let's get ready." He patted Antoine on the shoulder with an indifferent expression.

Nomoto Hisanoko pouted secretly.

Heh, the young master of a big family probably treats his subordinates like a dog. Don't look at each other brighter and brighter outside. When you go back to your home, you don't know what the skin looks like.

Antoine had no objection, and obediently followed Nomoto Hisanobu to the back to prepare.

Nan Ling walked around the arena with a curious expression. Along the way, he passed a lot of big bodyguards wearing sunglasses and fierce faces. Each of them had a bulge in the lower back. The pistol was placed and could be pulled out at any time. s position.

The garrison is quite meticulous... If someone makes trouble, it will be suppressed soon.

He looked around again at the other guests.

There are people who are secretive like him, and there are many of them, but there are also many people sitting there upright. There are also people who cast curious or disdainful glances at him because of his age.

There was even a handsome uncle who cast an interesting look at him, so blatantly as if he wanted to take off his clothes. It's almost like "I mean something to you" written all over my face.

Maybe it's something special...

Nan Ling ignored those people, returned to his seat and waited for a while, the lights in the venue were completely dimmed.

The game begins.

In all fairness, Nan Ling was not particularly interested in watching Black Fist.

He didn't need such a thing to stimulate himself - no need. If someone really upset him, why didn't he do it himself instead of venting his emotions here?

But Antoine's performance he is still willing to see.

The brown-haired youth is not particularly tall, but his muscles are very obvious, and his blue eyes are full of fighting intent at this time, like a wolf who has seen blood.

In Nanling's calculations, Antoine's opponent would inevitably cheat - whether it was using doping or carrying an invisible weapon, Nomoto Hisanobu would definitely not let him and Antoine have a fair fight.

But he wasn't unprepared either. Nanling doesn't like to treat his own people badly.

Antoine was gasping for breath, and the adrenaline made his muscles tremble slightly. Sweat flowed down his cheeks along his soaked dark brown hair, and the spot where he had just been hit in the abdomen was still aching.

As soon as he took the stage, he knew something was wrong.

The opponent was obviously taking the medicine, and there was no sanity in those bloodshot eyes, not to mention that the opponent's boxing gloves were still stained with a bunch of glass ballast, and they would see blood immediately if they hit someone.

The obvious black box operation, the place where I was just beaten has probably started to bleed.

And Antoine himself actually brought nothing to the stage - even knowing that the other party was going to cheat, he still came to the stage in an almost unprepared situation.

But he firmly believes that he will never lose.

Of course, there is self-confidence in one's own strength, but more...

...because he believed in Nan Ling.

Since Nan Ling said that there is no need to worry, Antoine will not worry about it. Since Nanling didn't ask him to prepare anything, it means that Nanling must have his own plans. Just do it yourself.

Nan Ling must have his own deep meaning - this is the most common idea that he has been with Nan Ling in the past few years.

So he doesn't need to worry too much now--

Antoine's mouth raised an excited smile, and he punched the opponent.

Nan Ling supported his chin with one hand and smiled with satisfaction.

His attitude here is that the wind is light and the clouds are clear, and Nomoto Hisanobu hesitated for a while.

Hisashi Nomoto turned his head to look at the situation in the stands.

...That's right, that bodyguard is indeed at a disadvantage.

Why doesn't this young master look worried at all? Is it...

Nomoto Hisano suddenly thought of a possibility.

Couldn't it be... This bodyguard actually offended the young master and was sent here for punishment, right?

Then he shouldn't have a hard time with money. If he throws 100 million yuan, he should punish his servants?

Nomoto Hisanobu feels that the world of the rich is really complicated, and poverty limits his imagination.

"Ah, Mr. Nomoto?" Nanling turned his head and saw Nomoto walking out of the backstage, and whispered to him, "Come and sit?"

His voice was barely audible between the angry shouting and thumping on the stage, but Nomoto Hisanobu obeyed the other party's words inexplicably, walked over and sat down beside the other party.

"What do you think?" Nan Ling asked leisurely, "How is my bodyguard doing?"

"...Excuse me for speaking bluntly." Nomoto Hisanobu thought for a while, "He is being suppressed by the other party now."

He was afraid that this young master could still maintain this attitude because he couldn't understand the situation on the field.

"Really?" Nan Ling touched his chin, "But my bodyguard is very strong. I haven't seen him lose a fight before."

The tone of his words can be described as pure and naive, just like the image of a little kid who is not deep in the world.

Nomoto Hisabu smirked twice, "Our boxing ring specially invited strong boxers to sit in."

"But I still think it's very strange." Nan Ling suddenly lowered his voice, with a mocking smile on the corners of his eyes and brows, "It can't be... You guys are cheating~ www.wuxiaspot.com~ How is that possible." Nomoto Jiuxin immediately replied, "The reputation of our boxing ring is well-known in the entire underground world. You can't doubt anyone who doubts us."

Nan Ling turned his head to look at him, his voice gradually became strange, "But I just doubt it, what should I do?"

He said this as if he was genuinely troubled by the problem.

If Nomoto Hisanobu didn't know that this person had a ghost by now, he would have lived in vain for so many years.

He stood up immediately, "I can't take your words as a joke."

"I'm not joking with you either." Different from Nomoto Jiuxin's nervous movements, Nan Ling even raised Erlang's legs, his expression could be called unscrupulous.

He laughed in a low voice again, and now his image of the 'little son of a good family' has been completely destroyed, and no matter how he looks, he has no good intentions, "Oh, by the way, Mr. Nomoto, you can look at the stage."

Nomoto Hisano immediately turned his head, and what he saw was a scene he had never imagined.