Fast-crossing boss: save the sick, petite and pitiful

Chapter 392
Chu Jin couldn't figure it out, so she had to wait and see what happened.

"Chu Jin."

Father Nan strode forward and quickly stuffed something into his arms while taking advantage of the toast.

Chu Jin's heart was beating non-stop, and she held it tightly in her palm.

He didn't expect that Nanfu would still be willing to help him at this time.

"Chu Jin."

Seeing him looking over, Zuo Hui raised his wine glass to him with malicious eyes.

The Chu family was about to end, so he wanted to see how the other party could save themselves?

Chu Jin skipped him and set her eyes on the person behind him.

It was a tall man with a full beard and one eye, very fierce.

Chu Jin was sure that he had never seen this person before.

But this person can actually appear at today's banquet, which means that the other party's position is not low.

The man seemed to be aware of his gaze, pulled the corners of his mouth, and revealed a sinister smile
Chu Jin lowered her head, avoiding his gaze, and unconsciously grasped the objects in her hands with her fingers.

When he raised his head again, the man was already standing behind the emperor, whispering something.

What is the emperor going to do?
The man quickly walked down the steps and out of the hall. When he reached the door, he suddenly stopped and walked straight towards Chu Jin.

Chu Jin's hands were covered with fine sweat.

"You are Chu Jin?"

The man said in a rough voice.

Chu Jin nodded.

"Well."

The man looked arrogant: "I heard that you are very good at kicking Cuju, dare to compete with me?"

test?

For a moment, all eyes in the hall were attracted.

Chu Jin's face was calm: "Of course I can't be a general."

A trace of surprise flashed in the man's eyes, as if he did not expect Chu Jin to guess his identity.

But even if Chu Jin recognizes him, it doesn't matter, the key is that the emperor doesn't want Chu Jin to leave today's banquet.

The man secretly sighed a pity in his heart, but his face was arrogant.

"What? Don't you dare?"

Attracted by their movement, the emperor pretended to be surprised and said, "What's the matter?"

"Go back to Your Majesty."

The man said neither humble nor overbearing: "I heard that the second son of the Chu family is a first-class Cuju master in the imperial city. I feel itchy and want to discuss with him. I hope His Majesty will allow it."

"I'm ready."

The emperor smiled and said, regardless of Chu Jin's hesitation to speak.

"Thank you, Your Majesty."

The man respectfully said.

"His Majesty."

Father Nan got up suddenly: "Since it is a competition, we must make preparations in advance. General Chen must be exhausted after traveling thousands of miles. In my opinion, it is better to compete in three days."

The emperor didn't say whether to agree or not, and lightly threw the pot to Chu Jin.

"Chu Jin, what do you think?"

"Let His Majesty decide."

Chu Jin lowered his head, no one could clearly see his expression at this time.

"Then let's do it today!"

The emperor made a final decision and ordered the maids at the side to bring up the Cuju.

"Please."

The man makes a gesture.

Chu Jin raised her head and looked around, curious, contemptuous and disdainful of sympathy.

There were all kinds of eyes, as if everyone believed that he was destined not to get out of this banquet today.

.But it was true.

Chu Jin closed her eyes, exerted a little force on her hands, and the kick flew out.

General Chen is known as the number one warrior in the imperial city, and his physical strength is almost terrifying.

Chu Jin is a weak young man who was spoiled and spoiled since he was a child. No matter what he can't win, he can only try his best to ensure that he doesn't lose too badly.

This is a losing game.

Chu Jin's eyes went dark, and a piercing pain that he had never experienced before spread in his heart.

He opened his eyes, just in time to see that the opponent's Cuju had already flown out.

He tried to catch up, but was unable to do so.

(End of this chapter)