Lord! Give up, my wife is a black and white vest

Wen Li drove to the address on the text message.

It is an underground black boxing ring.

On a street full of entertainment venues and a mixed crowd of people.

The entrance is very hidden and narrow, hidden next to a bar, and quite hard to find. If there weren't two people smoking at the entrance, I would have thought it was the entrance to a public toilet.

The two men were guarding the entrance, one on the left and one on the right, their eyes constantly scanning the crowd passing by, looking for something.

Wen Li sat in the car across the street and calmly hacked into the boxing ring's surveillance camera. After using the camera to investigate the situation inside, he paused the camera's operation.

After putting down the computer, she opened the car door and got out.

The two men at the door quickly noticed Wen Li crossing the street. She was thin, wearing a black baseball cap, short-sleeved shirt and dark high-street jeans. Her hands were in her pockets, and she looked more relaxed than the men and women shopping around her.

On the way, she even rejected the polite approach of a handsome mixed-race guy. They were so relaxed that neither of them dared to confirm their identities at the door. They just watched Wen Li walk towards them as if he was taking a walk.

Is this a bit too relaxing?

This is to redeem the hostages.

After confirming their identities in person, the two took Wen Li in.

The passage was long, narrow and dark. The two men walked in front and behind Wen Li respectively. The man behind looked up and down at Wen Li in front with an extremely frivolous and restless look, while the man in front took out the walkie-talkie, ready to notify Daria inside.

Before he could dial the number, there was a sudden noise behind him. He immediately turned around, but his vision was swaying and before he could see anything clearly, Wen Li punched him in the throat and he lost consciousness.

In a blink of an eye, Wen Li disappeared into the passage.

Only two people were left lying on the ground, not knowing whether they were dead or alive.

In the boxing ring, Daria was already waiting for her.

She stood on the second floor with her arms folded, overlooking the first floor.

In the center of the first floor, there is a large black iron cage.

Around the big iron cage stood dozens of muscular, burly and strong boxers, eager to try and waiting for their prey to come to them.

It's still early.

Daria held the intercom and waited patiently.

Jasmine was right next to her.

He was tied up on a chair.

He was also given an injection of muscle relaxant.

From the moment she was captured by Simon's men until today, Jasmine has been in a limp state and has never stopped taking muscle relaxants. This is another affirmation of his strength as a bandit. However, if he continues to fight like this, it will leave some sequelae on his body.

Daria looked at the dozens of black-boxing fighters prepared for Wen Li on the first floor and raised the corner of her mouth slightly. "You're quite good at fighting, right? I want to see how you fight with so many people."

There was a sinister glint in Daria's beautiful eyes.

The next second, the smile on Daria's face suddenly froze - a cold dagger was silently pressed against her neck.

The cold touch made Daria's scalp tighten.

Wen Li's steady and cold voice sounded behind him.

"Were you talking to me just now?"

Daria's eyes suddenly widened in disbelief. She subconsciously turned back, but the sharp blade moved closer, cutting through her delicate skin and leaving a bloody wound.

Wen Li's warning rang out: "Don't move."

"you,"

Daria was so angry that she clenched the walkie-talkie in her hand.

What about those people guarding the door?

Why is there no movement at all!

How did she get in so smoothly?

"Those idiots!" Daria gnashed her teeth.

She never expected that even though she had prepared so much, Wen Li could turn the situation around without any effort.

Wen Li: "You are much dumber than them. You have no skills at all, yet you dare to learn how to kidnap others. Do you know what kidnapping is?"

"But I really should thank you. If you hadn't helped me get him out, I would still have to face that greasy guy Simon. Seven and a half billion dollars, you're a much bigger spender than Simon."

Wen Li said with a smile, which made Daria very angry.

Daria gritted her teeth and said, "Don't get cocky. Unless you kill me today, you won't be able to leave here with your men. Do you dare to kill me?"

Wen Li: "I don't know whether I dare or not. Since you asked me, how about taking a gamble with your life?"

She gradually increased the strength in her hands, and the blade penetrated deeper into her skin. Daria could clearly feel her blood flowing down her neck. She gritted her teeth and endured the pain.

As the blade embedded deeper and deeper, it felt like her neck would be cut off in the next second. Daria's breathing began to become rapid. She smelled the scent of her own blood, and the fear of death gradually enveloped her. She could not see the wound but could clearly feel and smell it. This unknown was terrifying, hitting the weakest part of her heart. Her face turned pale and she broke out in a cold sweat.

"Are you scared?" Wen Li's voice sounded like a devil's whisper.

Afraid, how can I not be afraid of death.

However, Daria, who has an overly strong sense of self-esteem, has always been a person who would rather die than yield, especially to people she hates.

Especially Wen Li.

Thinking of her current predicament, Daria's hatred continued to rise, almost catching up with her fear.

"...If you dare to kill me, the DuPont family will not let you go." Daria's voice was trembling. Every word she spoke aggravated the pain in her wound. She tried hard to control her trembling body, but it was in vain in the face of her body's instincts.

"Admit it, without your family you are nothing."

Extremely sarcastic and disdainful.

Wen Li knows how to kill people and destroy their hearts.

The repeated defeats and the current situation made the usually arrogant and conceited Delia unable to refute.

The boxers downstairs discovered what was happening on the second floor and were about to rush up, but were stopped by Wen Li.

The moment the blade was pulled out of her flesh, Daria gasped in pain. Before she could take two breaths, Wen Li clamped her neck again.

Wen Lidai took the hostage and took a few steps back. She came to Jasmine and used a bloody dagger to cut the rope on Jasmine.

Jasmine, feeling exhausted, slid off the chair and onto the ground.

"Is it possible?" Wen Li asked.

“Okay…” Jasmine struggled on the ground.

Wen Li dragged the chair to the railing and tied Daria to it, then looked at the group of people downstairs who were not easy to deal with.

"Prepared for me?"

Delia didn't say anything, but just stared at Wen Li with vicious eyes, as if she wanted to kill Wen Li with her eyes.

Wen Li: "I quite like this gift. I haven't exercised properly in a long time. This opportunity is rare."

Wen Li said as he carried the struggling Jasmine to the side of the supporting column and let her sit down, giving her a good viewing angle. Then he took out a gun, loaded it, put it in her hand, put her finger on the trigger, and helped her adjust the muzzle of the gun so that it was aimed at Daria on the chair.

After doing all this, Wen Li shouted to Jasmine in English, "If anyone from these guys downstairs draws a knife or a gun against me, or if anyone dares to get close to you, just shoot them. I'll take responsibility for all the consequences. I can afford it."