With only this sentence left, Bo Jinyan hung up the phone, immediately started the car and drove out at lightning speed.
The car was traveling very fast, kicking up dust on the street.
The scenery outside the car window is so blurry that even basic colors cannot be judged.
…
ten minutes later.
Inside the underground boxing gym.
Wen Chen sat on the carpet panting, bending one leg and putting his hand on it. His breath was very disordered, his cheeks were red, and sweat was falling drop by drop.
The assistant saw this and brought a bottle of water over.
Wen Chen took it and drank it, but because he was in a hurry, he choked on two mouthfuls.
The assistant wiped off his sweat and glanced at the man who was punching crazily on the stage. A chill ran down his tailbone: "Brother Wen, is it okay if you don't stop him? If he continues to fight like this, his hand will be broken."
After all, it had lasted two hours.
Wen Chen could still fight with him at first, but after half an hour, he couldn't bear it anymore.
Only the two of them who had seen it with their own eyes knew how hard the prince's punches were.
Wen Chen shook his head and took another sip of water. His breath smelled like blood. He looked at the people on the stage and shook his head with a smile: "I can't stop it. It's not time yet. Let him fight again."
meeting."
The assistant sighed: "If something happens to this prince, you will be bullied."
"If you have nothing to do, read less novels. What kind of era is this?" Wen Chen reprimanded with a smile.
Just as the assistant was about to close his mouth, he heard Wen Chen say unhurriedly: "Something is going to happen to him, and I won't survive tomorrow morning."
"..."
The assistant's scalp went numb.
"Go down." Wen Chen spat: "You know the old rules."
"Don't worry, no one will know about the prince coming here." This is the consistent rule between the three of them.
This underground boxing ring is not large in scale, but its business is very good.
Because, occasionally, a powerful person will come here, a man with a slender and lean body, which is incompatible with those who specialize in boxing and have big muscles and round waists.
But he is very powerful.
He made few appearances, but when he did, he was invincible.
Because when he punched, he was really desperate.
Another hour passed.
The people on the stage finally stopped.
He took off his gloves and threw them away casually. After coming down, he sat on a chair, picked up a towel and wiped the sweat from his face. He drank a sip of water, and the violence on his face faded away.
If it weren't for the fact that he was panting, sweating, and his shirt was stuck to his skin, even the smell of dust wouldn't be able to connect him with the person who just wanted to kill him.
Wen Chen's legs were still a little weak, so he pushed back his sweaty hair: "Are you out of control again?"
Bo Jinyan looked at his blood-stained hands with no expression on his face.
"no."
Wen Chen frowned, climbed up, and looked at him steadily: "Then what's wrong with you?"
In view of the secrets that only the two of them know, Bo Jinyan sometimes needs to do something to divert his attention, otherwise he will easily 'lose control'
Specifically, it is said that Bo Jinyan's father was almost affected by the consequences of losing control.
Bo Jinyan lowered his head and glanced at the sticky blood. A clear disgust flashed across his eyes. He grabbed the mineral water bottle and rinsed it twice before draining the blood and exposing the wounds on the joints.
As if he couldn't feel the pain, he leaned back on the chair, squinting his eyes slightly to relieve fatigue.