Quick Travel: Save the poor little villain

The manager never expected that when he was waiting to teach a lesson to the late waiter, what he waited for was the young master who came over hand in hand with the waiter.

Seeing Winslow's cold glance, the manager even thought about how he would die.

Sigmund didn’t say that the young master was his backer!

"Young Master, Sigmund...how come I am with you?" The manager thought that maybe they just met by chance.

"He's my man."

Winslow's voice was cold, and there was no sign of anger in it, but everyone standing behind the drink counter, including the manager, was afraid.

Most of the guests in front of the drink counter looked at Jinchen with surprise and inquiry, wishing they could see what was so different about this person.

It was Winslow who was nervous.

The possessiveness of a teenager grows and intensifies over time.

My brother can only have me by his side.

I could bear it before, but now I can't control it at all.

Winslow held Jinchen's hand with a bit of force, and his cold and fierce dark pupils swept over the people who were staring at him.

Jinchen could sense that he was insecure, so he put his arm through Winslow's narrow waist and pulled him into his arms. "Okay, let's get out of here."

"That, Sigmund."

Georgia tried to hold back but couldn't suppress her curiosity. She stood by the drink counter and waved to Jinchen to come over, looking mysterious.

Jinchen always felt that this action did not seem to be recruiting people.

The corner of his mouth twitched, and he raised his eyes to Georgia, "Come over and tell me."

Georgia didn't dare.

Not everyone is as brave as Sigmund to approach the young master directly! His salary is not enough to support being beaten by the young master, unless he is cremated on the spot.

At this moment, two masked men walked out of the ring area and stopped behind Winslow, obviously wanting to report something.

And Winslow didn't want Jinchen to know about this.

My brother just needs to stay safely by my side.

So, when Jinchen whispered that he wanted to go over and chat with his friends, Winslow did not refuse. However, the moment Jinchen walked towards someone else, he felt empty in his heart and reflexively reached out to grab Jinchen.

But it still came to nothing.

Winslow clenched his outstretched hand into a stiff fist and hung it at his side, staring coldly at the masked man.

"What are you doing?"

"For the next banquet transaction, Mr. Elder wants you to be his bodyguard," the masked man said in a businesslike manner, his voice was formatted with indifference.

"Me? Where's his assassination team?"

Winslow asked suspiciously, feeling something was wrong.

The masked man was silent for half a second, then continued, "During the last transaction, someone with unknown origins broke in and the item Mr. Elder had set his sights on was stolen."

There are actually people who can steal things from Elder.

Winslow's expression became more serious, and he couldn't even guess who this person was.

"understood."

Next, when the masked man reported on the recent ring match, Winslow didn't listen carefully at all. His attention was all on Jinchen at the drink counter, watching him chatting happily with the strange man.

"Oh my God, Sigmund, I can't believe that you and the young master actually have...that kind of relationship?"

Georgia was already frightened by her own preconceived ideas, and hurriedly asked Jinchen: "Are you really a bed partner? How can you be so bold!"

He sternly retorted: "It's a relationship more intimate than that of bed partners."

Georgia covered her mouth and exclaimed, "Could it be... a slave?"

Jinchen: "..."

You Annunos don't have pure relationships, right?

He stopped the topic in time to avoid it from going in a more bizarre direction.

"What else do you want from me?"

"Oh yeah, but it wasn't me who was looking for you, it was Ferro who was looking for you."

Thinking of her friend's half brother, Georgia couldn't help but feel disgusted. She pouted and said, "He is now the deputy manager of the second district of the trading floor. It is said that he will also preside over the final banquet transaction in two days."

"Ferro's status has risen. He has been looking for you all over the dungeon. He even said he would shoot you again in front of everyone to vent his anger."

Jin Chen sneered: "Even if a fat pumpkin puts on armor, it's still a pumpkin, and it can't become Napoleon."

"Well, then why don't you go back to the ground... Come on, hello young master."

Georgia was so frightened that her tone of voice changed and she quickly took two steps back.

Winslow held Jinchen's hand, his tone slightly cold and hard, "Brother, who is he?"

"It's my friend, Georgia."

For the first time, Georgia felt that she shouldn't be able to understand Chinese.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have to endure the affectionate name "brother" called by the Fighting King to his friend.

He was petrified on the spot and laughed twice.

Winslow only glanced at Georgia, then put his fingers into Jinchen's palms, leaned on Jinchen with dependence and hidden thoughts, raised his head and whispered to him: "Where are you going, brother?"

The impenetrable dark pupils stared at Jinchen, not missing any slight expression.

"Be good, I'm not going anywhere." Jinchen hugged him gently, "Brother will accompany you."

Winslow's expression eased a little, and he glanced at Georgia again.

"I I I I'm leaving!" Georgia turned and ran, developing an unprecedented running speed.

Seeing this, the people around just thought that Winslow was angry, so they all backed away and pretended that they had seen nothing.

Jin Chen laughed suddenly, gently lifted up Wenslow's thin jaw, looked down slightly, and teased: "Wen Xiaoluo is so powerful, now he is the young master who has the final say."

Winslow leaned back against the drink counter, stared at the person in front of him, subconsciously grasping the corner of Jinchen's clothes, his eyelashes trembling violently.

"Brother, I don't want to."

Winslow brushed his cheek with the tip of his nose and looked back at him with a hazy and sad look in his eyes, "I'm not that good."

Jinchen reached out and stroked his face, gently touching the corners of his eyes, incredibly gentle.

"It's okay, sweetheart."

He just moved closer suddenly, his breath lingering with agarwood, and stared at Jinchen quietly, his eyes slowly moving to his lips.

He raised his hand and pressed his fingertips on Jinchen's lips. His morbid possessiveness was exposed at this moment, boiling, screaming, and spasming uncontrollably.

It was like treating a treasure that belonged to him but he could not get any further.

[The villain's heart rate is detected +5, totaling 65! 】

Jinchen did not stop him. Instead, he smiled and pulled the restless finger to touch his lips again.

The fingers curled up, feeling warm to the touch, and with the throbbing of a blossoming heartbeat that Winslow thought he could hear.

But Jinchen's eyes were clear, which made Winslow even more distracted. His raven-black eyelashes finally concealed his obsession that was too strong to be dissolved, and he put his forehead against Jinchen's face instead.

"I'm going to lead the training today, brother will accompany me."

"Okay." Jinchen had no idea what Winslow was thinking during these short ten seconds. He just thought that he still felt insecure.