Su Mu stared blankly at Yang Ding who fell to the ground and passed out:

"What the hell...!"

Su Mu dumbly retracted his hand and stood up. Su Mu looked at his palm in astonishment.

Fake match!

Fake match!

I want to protest, this grandson is cheating on the match.

Peat.

My dear, I haven't exerted enough force yet.

Could it be said that Fatty helped him develop his power?

It's impossible. If the fat man wants to take action, he can't hide it from himself.

Yang Ding's hand was really broken, and his blood was really vomited.

But the faintness must be an act.

Moreover, it is definitely the kind of coma that one cannot wake up from.

Peat.

This grandson is ruthless, decisive, and shameless.

Su Mu is so smart, he immediately understood it in his head.

Yang Ding was taking revenge on Ji Lengyu.

Today's situation can be said to have been caused by Ji Lengyu.

Anyway, the purpose is to feed yourself the medicine, and the medicine has been taken, and the purpose has been achieved.

So, in order not to make a fuss, passing out to death is of course the best option.

If you lose, just lose. Losing is actually a win.

Because as long as he dies, neither Mo Zongheng nor Ye Wanqiu will end well.

How can I lose without taking off my clothes and swallowing phlegm?

Play dead.

Even if Yang Ding pretends to be dead, he can't escape the stakes in the bet.

Therefore, whoever takes the lead on the other side will naturally have to bear the bet.

The huge nightclub was as quiet as death.

Although the approach of Yang Ding and others is looked down upon by their colleagues, everyone knows that the name Yang Ding is enough to explain a lot of things.

The tripod that lifts the nine tripods.

His strength has always been the undisputed number one among the three generations of heirs of the first-class sect.

He once relied solely on his physical strength and was able to fight to a draw with many ancient warriors.

But now...!

When Yang Ding met Su Mu, he collapsed at the first touch and lost so miserably.

Is Su Mu so strong?

Only Su Mu knew that Yang Ding was acting.

This bastard is still an actor.

The loss was so realistic.

Get up. I don't want you to run around naked. Please teach me how to act.

Su Mu thought he was a monster, but he was crushed by others in his acting skills, which aroused his strong competitiveness and sense of shame.

Everyone in the group of people on Ji Lengyu's side looked at Yang Ding who had passed out as if he had seen a ghost.

The heirs of the eight aristocratic families turned pale in an instant.

They lost the share of the special zone that their family worked hard to obtain.

And Ji Lengyu's face was also as gloomy as ink.

Ji Lengyu stared at Su Mu, turned around and left.

Su Muxin said he wanted to run away?

There are no doors.
Chapter completed!