Summary of the previous chapter: There are only three people left, and Zilong is still among these three people...
Ma Xiaoquan frowned, nodded slightly, stood up, and walked straight to the Zilong trio.
"Ma Xiaoquan, what are you going to do?" Zilong couldn't help but feel a little guilty when he saw Ma Xiaoquan walking in.
Ma Xiaoquan shrugged his shoulders: "I'm not doing anything. I'm just getting closer and taking a look. Don't worry, I won't do anything in front of everyone. Zilong, you kid won't be afraid, right?"
"I...how can I?" Zilong stuttered a little.
Zilong stuttered, and the aura advantage he originally had disappeared in an instant.
The other two nodded gratefully to Ma Xiaoquan, who smiled in return.
"Hmph" Zilong's trick was exposed by Ma Xiaoquan, and he was filled with anger, but he had no choice. Did...do he really have to rely on the so-called "luck"?
Zilong curled his lips and suddenly remembered the scene when Li Qinghan was here a few days ago, when he and the third grandfather and the others were playing rock, paper, scissors. At that time, Li Qinghan's methods made all the grandfathers lose...
"In that case, why don't I learn Li Qinghan's method, and I might have a good chance of winning... It's just that Ma Xiaoquan is here, so I have to change my method a little..." Thinking of this, Zilong said confidently
Smile.
"Are you all ready?" Ma Xiaoquan asked softly.
"I'm ready," a young man from a wealthy family nodded.
"Me too." Another young man from a wealthy family nodded.
"Wait a minute." Zilong paused, as if he had something to say.
"Zilong, do you have anything to say?" Ma Xiaoquan asked impatiently.
Zilong clicked his tongue and said: "This is going to knock me out of a stone, hmm, I think it's good..." Zilong said, slowly raising his right hand.
The other two people were stunned when they heard Zilong talking to himself. How could Zilong say what he had done before he even punched? This...
But soon, these two rich men came to understand. They were not stupid either, but it was a little tricky to understand Zilong's words.
"Zilong...I admit that you are very strong, but it's a violation of you to fire the fog bomb like this, right?"
Zilong said disapprovingly: "Then it depends on whether you believe it or not."
"This..." The two of them were speechless for a moment and looked at Ma Xiaoquan.
Ma Xiaoquan shook his head and whispered in a tone that only three people could hear: "No...he did not commit a foul. If you have to...use your true skills, faith comes first."
Zilong chuckled and looked at the two of them proudly. Although he did not thank Ma Xiaoquan for his explanation just now, his move did cause trouble to the other two.
The two of them were stunned for a moment and looked at each other. Suddenly, they seemed to have realized something and burst into laughter.
Zilong thought that the two of them had given up mentally, so he also laughed.
Ma Xiaoquan turned his back and thought in his heart: Brothers, I, Ma Xiaoquan, can help you get there. Whether you can win or not depends on your luck.
"Rock, scissors, paper!"
As the word "cloth" fell to the ground, the result was revealed at this moment.
The scene was so silent that you could probably hear a pin drop.
Ma Xiaoquan turned around and looked sideways at the results of Zilong and the others.
Zilong played "cloth", while the other two players played "scissors". There is no doubt that Zilong lost this game.
"Impossible, impossible, how could I lose, how could I lose..." Zilong kept shaking his head, with a look of disappointment on his face.
"Zilong, you are really too confident, and what you said before... that you were going to cast a stone... you didn't execute it..."
"I..." Zilong's cleverness was mistaken for his cleverness. He thought that these two people would be fooled by him, but they didn't think that they took it seriously at all.
"No..." Zilong suddenly remembered what Ma Xiaoquan said intermittently before they punched.
"Ma Xiaoquan, you scoundrel, you...it was you who gave them the hint..."
Ma Xiaoquan innocently shrugged his shoulders: "My reminder? Zilong, don't afford to lose. Why do you find other people's reasons for losing every time? Don't you never find your own reasons?"
"Ma Xiaoquan, you bastard! I'll kill you!" Zilong raised his fists and attacked Ma Xiaoquan.
Ma Xiaoquan had already been prepared, but because of his current status as "not knowing martial arts," he had already pulled Bei Mingxue over and hid behind Bei Mingxue before Zilong became furious.
Zilong was so angry that he couldn't bear to stop. He wanted Ma Xiaoquan dead, and no one could stop him.
Bei Mingxue snorted coldly, raised her jade feet, and kicked Zilong's fists hard.
There was a "bang" sound, fists and feet exchanged, but no one took advantage of it.
"Bei Mingxue, you dare to stop me?"
Bei Mingxue frowned and said loudly: "Zilong, if you hit my man, you are at odds with me, Bei Mingxue!"
"Hmph, hahaha... Your man? Your man? Ask yourself, has Ma Xiaoquan ever admitted that you are his woman? Do you know who he has in mind? Who is it?
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Bei Mingxue was slightly stunned and looked at Ma Xiaoquan.
"Hmph, let me tell you," Zilong said proudly, "The person Ma Xiaoquan wants in his heart is called Yue'er. Do you know? Do you know?"
Bei Mingxue stared at Ma Xiaoquan with an ugly expression, hoping he would give an explanation.
Ma Xiaoquan stood silently and did not speak.
"Bei Mingxue, are you very sad? Do you always think that your love rival is that bitch Li Qinghan? Let me tell you, you are wrong, you are absolutely wrong! Whether it is you or Li Qinghan, in Ma Xiaoquan's heart
, not even as good as that month, haha..."
After Zilong finished speaking, he laughed arrogantly.
Ma Xiao's face was ashen, and he clenched his fists fiercely in his sleeves.
"Ma Xiaoquan, tell me, is the person you have in mind... the girl named Yue'er... right?" Bei Mingxue asked with some choking.
Ma Xiaoquan took a long breath and said softly: "I'm sorry, Miss Beiming..."
"Pa", Bei Mingxue slapped Ma Xiaoquan hard across the face.
"Ma Xiaoquan, you bastard, you bastard, you bastard!" Bei Mingxue jumped into Ma Xiaoquan's arms hysterically, beating his chest desperately.
Ma Xiaoquan was beaten by Bei Mingxue and his blood surged, but he could not stop it.
Zilong laughed wildly and was about to continue talking when suddenly, a young man walked out of the crowd.
This man turned out to have short hair, and his clothing was very different from the others.
Zilong seemed to know this young man. The two nodded slightly. The man approached Zilong, said a few words in Zilong's ear, and then turned and left.
After the man left, Zilong's complexion suddenly turned purple, as if the man's words put Zilong into a dilemma.
With a "pop" sound, Zilong suddenly knelt down to Ma Xiaoquan and kowtowed three times.
Ma Xiaoquan was stunned for a moment. Before he could fully react, Zilong shouted again: "Grandpa"
Ma Xiaoquan was completely stunned this time.
Although I made a bet with Zilong before, I had to wait until I was ready before cashing in, right? This sudden attack caught people off guard.
After Zilong shouted, he immediately stood up, squeezed into the crowd without looking back, and left.
Bei Mingxue was also stunned. He didn't expect Zilong to do that, and who was the short-haired young man from before? What on earth did he say to Zilong, and why did Zilong suddenly call him grandpa so obediently?
