Report to the lady! The young masters are madly infatuated with a village girl

There is a luxurious room on the second floor underground of the bar.

Several men were reporting to a man on the sofa.

The man leaned lazily on the gorgeous sofa, holding a cigarette in one hand and holding a bottle of red wine in the other, gently rubbing the edge with his fingertips.

He has a handsome appearance, slightly curly hair, sickly pale skin, a tall stature, and deep eyes and a high nose bridge that highlight his distinct facial contours. His perfect jawline is like a sculpture, and the dazzling blue diamond earring on his left earlobe adds a bit of unruly look.

It's just that his face is a little thin, otherwise he is definitely a perfect male god.

A bearded subordinate reported to him respectfully: "Just as Young Master expected, Jiang Yuanqiao sent people to the apartment where you live last night to assassinate you, but they came up empty-handed."

Another golden-haired subordinate said angrily: "This Jiang Yuanqiao is getting more and more presumptuous. He even dared to attack Master Lin. I'm afraid his ambition is getting bigger and bigger."

Qi Lin sat up, put out the cigarette butt in the ashtray, narrowed his eyes and said:

"I have my own plans regarding Jiang Yuanqiao's matter. Now, we are facing another more pressing problem."

The bearded subordinate said, "Master, you are talking about the batch of arms."

"uh-huh."

A yellow-haired subordinate hesitated and said, "Master, our current financial situation is not optimistic. Besides, the master still doesn't know about your purchase of this batch of arms."

The atmosphere suddenly became solemn.

The bearded subordinate hesitated for a moment, and finally mustered up the courage to say, "Master, how about we talk to Master Lu? He and you grew up together and have a deep relationship. If you ask, he will definitely help you."

The people standing behind began to worry about the bearded man's men.

The young master has a deep relationship with the eldest young master of the Lu family.

But five years ago, their relationship became strained for some reason, and they haven't been in touch since.

Although they are both in Beijing, they have not appeared in the same frame in the past five years.

As a result, they did not dare to mention the eldest young master of the Lu family in front of him.

Qi Lin pondered for a moment, then opened his thin lips and said, "We should solve our own problems. Besides, this matter is a personal grudge between Jiang Yuanqiao and me, and I don't want to involve the Lu family."

He put down the bottle of red wine in his hand, stood up gracefully, and walked slowly towards the large fish tank beside him.

He picked up the fish food beside him and gently sprinkled it into the water.

Suddenly, the fish in the fish tank kept wagging their tails, scrambling for food.

"Jiang Yuanqiao wants my position, then let him take it. I will let him know who is the real master of the Dragon King Society."

Qi Lin turned around and walked back to the sofa. He glanced at everyone present and said, "I will find a way to solve the problem of funds. As for the arms, we must ensure their safe delivery without any mistakes."

The subordinates looked at each other. Although they still had doubts in their hearts, when they saw the man's determined eyes, they knew that this young master had his own plans.

"Okay, you guys go down first." Qi Lin waved his hand, signaling them to leave.

His men all stood up and respectfully left the room.

Qi Lin sat back on the sofa, picked up the red wine bottle again and poured a glass of wine.

He shook the glass gently, watching the red wine swirling in the glass, but his heart was in turmoil.

Brother, if you knew we are in such a bad relationship because of you.

What would you do.

……

Thanks to his outstanding performance in the previous two times, Yang Xining stepped onto the ring again.

This time the opponent was a woman with good skills, and she also won two games easily.

She had a high ponytail, a leather jacket, and a fox mask.

Her name is Goddess Qingqing.

Yang Xining and Lu and Yan recognized this man at a glance.

"Isn't this woman the same one we saw at the bar last night?"

"Well, although she was wearing a mask, her figure and clothes were exactly the same as the woman who was molested in the bar last night."

As soon as Goddess Qingqing came on the stage, she showed great aggressiveness. Her punches and kicks were as fast as the wind, and every attack was filled with strong murderous intent.

Yang Xining felt at first glance that the opponent's moves looked familiar, as if they had fought against each other not long ago.

They were so familiar with each other that Yang Xining could predict her next move.

The two of them went back and forth, fighting inextricably.

Although Goddess Qingqing's attack was fierce, Yang Xining was not at all flustered. Relying on her extraordinary reaction speed and flexible body movements, she cleverly avoided Goddess Qingqing's attack.

She only defended and did not attack, which made the people in the audience start to lose their patience.

"Go ahead, kid."

"Why do you keep hiding and not attacking? Are you still a man?"

"You won't start being a gentleman just because the other person is a woman."

"If you want to be gentle with a woman, don't choose this time. I'm betting that you can win."

Suddenly, teasing sounds came from all directions.

Lu Tianlin and Yan Hui were so angry that they clenched their fists and gritted their teeth.

These people are really mean.

Gradually, Goddess Qingqing began to seem overwhelmed, her attacks became messy, and her physical strength was somewhat overdrawn.

At this moment, Yang Xining saw an opportunity. She flashed to the side of Goddess Qingqing, then turned around quickly and kicked directly at the waist.

Goddess Qingqing was kicked flying and fell heavily on the ring.

However, she soon announced that she was abstaining from the vote.

Yang Xining felt a little strange. She could feel that the opponent's strength should be more than that.

There were bursts of exclamations from the audience again, as they were all shocked by Yang Xining's strength.

Goddess Qingqing was lying on the ground. Soon, she stood up, looked at Yang Xining meaningfully, and walked into the rest area silently.

The VIP audience room above the ring.

"Yan, the Versailles God, always strikes people by surprise and gives them a fatal blow."

"Also, she managed the time very well. She finished each time within 5 minutes."

Yan took a bite of the apple, stared at Yang Xining who was wearing a mask with sharp eyes, and uttered two words from his thin lips: "Interesting!"

After a moment, he added, "I have a flight to catch tomorrow night, and I want to fight her as soon as possible."

As Yang Xining walked down from the stage, Lu Tianlin and Yan Hui immediately came up to him.

"Brother Ning, you are so awesome!" Lu Tianlin said excitedly again.

"Not bad." Yang Xining smiled, "But I feel like this Li Qingqing is somewhat familiar, as if I've seen her somewhere before."

"Familiar?" Lu Tianlin and Yan Hui were both stunned for a moment, "Isn't he the guy from the bar?"

"It's not just that," Yang Xining shrugged and said, "Maybe I saw her before the game."

At this time, Goddess Qingqing came over and said to Yang Xining: "Can you lend me a hand to talk? It's not convenient here."

The three of them looked at each other.

"I mean no harm. Come with me." She said this and walked ahead on her own.

Yang Xining said to the two of them: "Wait for me."

Then she followed Goddess Qingqing with a puzzled look on her face.

Fearing that the other party might harm Yang Xining, Lu Tianlin turned to Yan Hui and said, "Yan Hui, let's follow them."

The four of them walked out of the martial arts hall, two in front and two behind, and came to a dim street next to the martial arts hall. Goddess Qingqing stopped and said slowly to Yang Xining: "Miss Yang, long time no see."

Yang Xining was stunned for a moment and asked, "Who are you?"

Goddess Qingqing took off her mask, revealing a face that Yang Xining was familiar with.

"it's me."