The Dragon from Hell

Bena was wearing a Dior suit today, hugging a pair of white arms, sneering: "Xiaoyi, don't waste your breath with this kind of person anymore, he only has money in his eyes now, he won't listen at all."

"People like them are different from us. We have lived a rich life since childhood. They have no worries about food and clothing. They have a rotten life. Even if they die suddenly from exhaustion at their workstations, the most they can pay is one or eight hundred thousand."

Between the lines, she revealed her disdain for Qin Feng's risking his life for five million. It's only five million. She can get it by just filming a movie. Is it necessary to work so hard?

"There is a five million prize in front of him, and the winner can also win six regions... Of course, this matter has nothing to do with him, not to mention that he has no chance of winning. Even if he really wins, he is alone, powerless, and it is impossible for him to take over so many territories."

"However, even if it is the five million prize, it is enough for him to fight for his life."

"For people like them, five million is enough for them to go all out."

Cui Ting, holding a glass of wine, also sneered at Qin Feng: "Don't say five million, even if it is fifty million One hundred million is nothing to us. Let alone playing with my own life, I would not even want to lose a hand. "

"But for him, I am afraid he would not hesitate to risk his whole family."

"After all, if he wins by chance, he will be able to live a comfortable life in the countryside for the rest of his life."

The night before yesterday, Qin Feng was very powerful on the cruise ship, and he even stepped on Liang Shao, who they all flattered. This was equivalent to stepping on their face, which made Cui Ting very unhappy.

Especially when he thought of Qin Feng hugging Zeng Keyi and stepping on Liang Shao as he walked out, Cui Ting felt angry.

Several beautiful female companions in bright clothes also rolled their eyelids and looked at Qin Feng with disdain.

For them who have no worries about food and clothing, Qin Feng's behavior of making money with his life is that of an inferior person.

They also pulled their clothes, fearing that their beauty would be exposed and Qin Feng would take advantage of them.

They would not show their beauty to someone like Qin Feng.

Qin Feng stared at them and said lightly: "Have you finished talking? If you are finished, get out of the way."

Thinking that Qin Feng would definitely die after he went on stage, Dou Yi felt a little bit reluctant, and finally advised: "Qin Feng, you really don't have to mess around, Chu Tiankuo and his strength are not something you can compete with."

"Not only are you not his opponent, I'm afraid you won't even know how you died in his hands."

She watched for a long time. Although Chu Tiankuo only attacked once, this man who looked gentle and elegant was very ruthless.

The one who fought against Chu Tiankuo before was their martial arts alliance's senior disciple, but he couldn't even get through ten moves, let alone Qin Feng.

I'm afraid he can't even survive five moves.

"Just now, our martial arts masters have seen that Chu Tiankuo has disappeared for five years. It is very likely that he has gone to practice. He is very likely to have reached the earth realm now!"

Speaking of this, she even felt a chill, and was deeply shocked by Chu Tiankuo's terrifyingness.

Qin Feng turned his head to look at the ring, and smiled meaningfully: "Since we are here, we must give it a try. Okay, no more talk, I will go on stage in a while."

Hearing that Qin Feng was so unwilling to listen to advice, Dou Yi gritted her teeth in anger: "Qin Feng, I am doing this for your own good. I am saving your life. Don't be ungrateful!"

Qin Feng's self-righteousness made her lose the last bit of good impression on him.

"Xiao Yi, don't stop him. He is determined to die, and no one can stop him."

Bena held Dou Yi, and a sneer rose at the corner of her mouth: "Let's go back first."

Cui Ting and the others also looked at Qin Feng with contempt on their faces. He wanted money but not his life. He was indeed an inferior person.

It's sad for the little people. They have to risk their lives for just a few million.

It's impossible to win. They can only pray that Chu Tiankuo won't be too cruel and leave him half alive so that they can have a chance to enjoy the five million.

But five million is just a month's clothing expenses for them.

It's sad for the losers.

"Okay, go if you want to, but don't blame me for not reminding you if something happens."

Dou Yi stopped persuading him and shouted at Qin Feng before turning around and leaving.

She stopped him only for Zeng Keyi's sake, but Qin Feng didn't know how to be kind and was looking for his own death. She was very angry.

Qin Feng was too lazy to care about them and walked to the front to watch the battle alone.

At this time, the previous battle was over. With the sound of the gong, a new battle was about to start.

The host trotted to Chu Tiankuo and asked something, with a face full of fear and trepidation.

Chu Tiankuo took a puff of his cigar, then stood up, threw his coat away, and walked onto the stage with a cigar in his mouth.

"Okay, my time is limited, I don't have time to watch the show."

Chu Tiankuo twisted his neck, still looking calm and calm: "What skills do you have, bring them out together, I will fight in person."

Seeing that Chu Tiankuo was going to fight in person, the Wumeng was in an uproar, but the audience on the scene became excited.

Just now, Chu Tiankuo said that he wanted to have a good start, so he went on stage in person.

In that match, it took less than ten moves to kill the Wumeng's eldest disciple, and the person was sent out for rescue.

Now he is out again, and the scene is boiling.

But Dou Longyang is gloomy.

Dou Yi's pretty face was full of worry: "Father, if Chu Tiankuo takes action personally, we will probably just send ordinary disciples up there and die!"

"I know."

Dou Longyang stared at Chu Tiankuo above with a gloomy face, and the other party also looked at him provocatively: "Dou Longyang, as the president of Shencheng Wumeng, don't you plan to take action yourself?"

"Oh, I almost forgot. What you Shencheng Wumeng is best at is not martial arts, but business."

"As the president, you are full of money, but you are not good at martial arts."

"Forget it, I won't make it difficult for you, just send people up there to die."

Chu Tiankuo was still holding a cigar in his mouth when he spoke, and there was no mockery on his face, but he had already humiliated the Wumeng.

Dou Longyang was so angry that he trembled all over, but he couldn't refute it.

It is indeed as Chu Tiankuo said, he can make Shencheng Wumeng earn a lot of money every year, but his skills are only at the middle stage of Xuanjing, which is not enough to fight against Chu Tiankuo.

However, this does not mean that he will give up struggling.

"Chu Tiankuo, don't be complacent. Next, I will let you see the power of the first fierce general of Shencheng Wumeng."

"Dulong, go to fight!"