Quick Travel: Save the poor little villain

Suddenly, Winslow, whose consciousness was hazy due to alcohol, looked back as if he sensed something, but he saw nothing but half of his shirt corner that disappeared as the warehouse door fell.

"Who was that just past?" Winslow asked.

"It seems like he is a newly hired waiter in District 1. They need to be replaced every year."

Yun Ran didn't look at it any more, and looked at Winslow uncertainly, "Brother Luo, why are you asking this? Is there something wrong with them?"

"No."

Winslow pressed his brow, thinking that he was drunk and confused between reality and illusion.

And Wen Zhu's provocative words kept circling in my mind.

"Is there any news from China?"

Yun Ran's expression suddenly became cautious, and he shook his head slowly, "I'm sorry, Luo Ge... that city has been searched in all directions for a long time, and the person you are looking for is not there."

"..."

Winslow didn't continue. He tilted his head back and drank the rest of the wine, letting it roll down and wet the scar on his neck. The cup was enough to cover his red eyes.

In the past five years and countless days and nights, my longing for you has penetrated into my bones all the time and has already seeped into my blood and all the veins in my body.

Like a bow that is pulled to the limit, any slight disturbance is enough to cause it to break.

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Night falls.

Everyone is excited tonight. Zheng Yi, the single-district fighting warrior transferred from District 7, is about to challenge Winslow, the fighting king on the ranking list.

Although it was just an exhibition match ordered by the top management on the field, and the betting was limited, it was enough to feast the eyes of the audience.

After all, it is an exhibition match, and there have always been many people who have taken it seriously, let alone a clash between these two.

Amid the wild cheers, Winslow and Zheng Yi jumped onto the stone pillar arena from both sides. The ground was a dark color that could not be washed off. It had witnessed the deaths of too many desperate people and the intertwining of interests.

"I'm looking forward to your miserable defeat." Zheng Yi moved his neck and teased with a relaxed smile.

"I hope your life is tougher than your words."

Winslow sneered coldly, his fingertips clenched into fists until they turned white, and he leaned down slightly, the movement was as beautiful as a cheetah leaping.

There were exclamations from the audience again. The loud echo in the fighting arena could not hide the audience's enthusiasm for Winslow. There was even a wealthy audience member who tried to use hundreds of millions of gold coins to buy a fight in which Winslow did not wear a shirt, and he received support from many people.

Although the opinion came to an abrupt end with the man's sudden disappearance, it was said that Winslow had done it himself.

The exhibition match began. In the auditorium surrounded by stairs, waiters wearing white masks walked around, serving the guests who were either rich or noble.

"Sigmon, I caught you slacking off."

Georgia identified her friends by their height. Seeing him staring at the stage, she quickly bumped his shoulder to warn him, "Be careful not to be seen by the manager."

Jinchen did not respond immediately, but just stared at the person on the stage.

At this moment, Winslow happened to block Zheng Yi's punch in the ring, and the two men wrestled with each other and fought each other brutally.

It was at this time that Winslow heard Zheng Yi's deliberate words.

"Winslow, I heard that you have a white moonlight in China that you can't find? And it's a dead person..."

Zheng Yi wanted to provoke the brutality of Winslow beyond the exhibition match and judge the strength of this man more quickly.

And he did just that.

Winslow's sanity, which had been shaky over the past few days, collapsed at this moment. His expression was terrifyingly gloomy, and there was a raging bloodshot in his eyes.

"oh!!"

The audience suddenly erupted into even louder cheers.

They saw it!

Winslow was furious after being beaten! He was ready to fight for real!

He threw punches one after another, attacking the fatal points numbly, and he felt almost no pain as adrenaline took control of his body.

In just two minutes, Zheng Yi was beaten to the point where he had almost no chance to fight back, and he finally found out the gap between himself and Winslow.

Of course, the reason why Zheng Yi chose the exhibition match was that he didn't want to be beaten to death.

He took advantage of the gap when Winslow was about to punch again and admitted defeat, so simply that people couldn't react.

"Stop!" The referee immediately blew the whistle and pressed the control key.

The control bracelet used for the exhibition match tightened, and Winslow's punching action was stopped. He stopped in place for a moment, staring coldly at Zheng Yi on the ground.

"...Obviously..."

Zheng Yi panted heavily, spitting blood foam as he spoke, "You were right."

Several masked men took Winslow and Zheng Yi away for treatment.

Zheng Yi insisted on going into Winslow's lounge, and the masked man couldn't stop him.

"Hey, Sigmund! Where are you going?"

Georgia was lamenting the drama of this exhibition match one second ago, and the next second she saw her friend striding to a place he shouldn't be going.

"The manager will scold you like a bastard. That's the fighting king's lounge!"

Jinchen couldn't suppress his heartache and completely changed his original plan. He just wanted to see Winslow as soon as possible.

[Hey, what's with the willpower to resist meeting? As expected, it completely disappeared when I saw Xiao Luo getting hurt. 】

Ling Gungun sighed, "That pervert Wen Zhu really doesn't know how to raise a child."

"Sigmon." The waiter standing at the door looked at Jinchen and Georgia in surprise, "What are you doing here?"

"Oh, Sigmund wants to go in, I have to stop him." Georgia was really troubled.

Jinchen glanced at the wine glass in the waiter's hand and asked quickly, "Do you want to go in and serve the wine?"

"...Yes, it is said that the young master always drinks after a fight. I... don't dare to go in, it seems like there is a quarrel inside."

"Give me."

The man quickly handed the plate to Jinchen, "Thank you!"

Anyway, once they put on the white mask, all the waiters look the same.

Jinchen pushed open the door of the lounge with a glass of wine in hand.

"Winslow! I don't know anything and I just wanted to test it out. Don't go crazy!"

Zheng Yi never thought that the effect was a bit too good. When he was pressed against the wall, he couldn't help but get angry, "Don't you know how many people outside know this?"

Winslow then let go of his hand and subconsciously glanced at the door. His bloodshot eyes were a little blurry and he could only make out the white mask.

"Get out."

He was so powerful that his bandaged right hand was shaking uncontrollably, probably because of the pain.

Jinchen instead walked closer and took off the mask on his face.