Second Master, Madam, she is planning to kill someone again!

Today is a working day, and although the playground is busy, there are not many people.

When Su Qiao came back for the first time, everything she saw was new.

Shen Xiujin bought VIP tickets in advance and didn't have to queue up to play the games. But seeing Su Qiao interacting with the puppets enthusiastically and chatting with everyone she met, Shen Xiujin gave up.

He held her hand all the way, and while she was having fun, he fended off passers-by without leaving a trace.

One of the projects called One Punch Man aroused Su Qiao's interest.

The staff member with dyed yellow hair is holding a loudspeaker to promote: "Everyone, as long as you can break our boxing king's record! You will get a bonus of [-]! [-] per participation!"

"Let's go, I'll earn money to support you!"

Su Qiao excitedly pulled Shen Xiujin in. She had never played a boxing machine before, but she saw the highest record showing the 2000 list.

"How do you play with this?"

Huang Mao laughed out loud when he saw that the person asking the question was a little girl who looked like she weighed less than a hundred pounds. But then, he felt an invisible sense of oppression. When he raised his eyes, he looked at the man behind her. Dark eyes.

It seems very difficult to mess with.

Huang Mao suppressed the ridicule that came to his lips.

"Uh... just punch the red ball in the middle, and your punching power can be measured. The record of 2000 was set by our boss, and it has not been broken yet." Huang Mao took it for granted that it was Su Qiao. Shen Xiujin behind him wanted to challenge, "Sir, do you want to play?"

Before Shen Xiujin could speak, Su Qiao shook Chong Huangmao's hand to draw his attention back.

"He's not playing. He's delicate and frail, and his hand is injured. I'm playing!"

"..." Huang Mao looked at Shen Xiujin in front of him, who was half a head taller than him. Although the man's figure was not overly strong, he could feel his strength through his shirt. With that picture of him, even a man would feel handsome. The ugly face... No matter how you look at it, it has nothing to do with being delicate and frail.

It feels like one can hit ten...

On the contrary, this little girl...

She was white and beautiful, like a white porcelain doll. She started to roll up her sleeves with excitement, revealing a small section of her arm, which was like milk. It was so slender that it seemed like it could be broken with a pinch.

Huang Mao didn't dare to look any further, because the aura of the man behind her was so strong that it seemed like she could twist his head off in the next second.

"Little girl, you'd better stop playing. Don't hurt your bones later. We can't afford to pay for it..."

Su Qiao didn't feel looked down upon. Instead, she smiled and said, "How about you make it cheaper for me? Let me play it once. I haven't played this before!"

Huang Mao laughed and said generously: "Okay, I'll let you play for free once, just as an advertisement for me."

Whether this little girl can hit 100 is a question.

The contrast between a girl as beautiful as a fairy playing on the boxing machine was quite eye-catching, and soon the stall was crowded with passers-by.

Others who wanted to take pictures were dragged out of the crowd by black-clad bodyguards who appeared quietly.

Su Qiaolun rounded his arms and stared at the red ball in the middle to calculate the power of his punch.

Huang Mao kindly reminded: "Girl, your posture is wrong. You won't be able to punch like this..."

Before he finished speaking, Su Qiao punched the red ball. Then, there was a "bang" sound, and the red ball that was supposed to be knocked away and then bounced back was punched through.

On the display screen for calculating punch power, the numbers surged to the top, with a full four-digit grid of 9999!

This is obviously not the upper limit of Su Qiao's punching power, but the upper limit of the machine.

The crowd that had been watching the excitement just now fell silent instantly. Everyone's eyes widened except Shen Xiujin, who had already anticipated the outcome.

There was a little girl who was held in her mother's arms and looked at her. She opened her mouth wide and cried loudly.

"Wow...Mom, she is not a fairy sister, she is King Kong from the cartoon..."

Su Qiao: "..."

She pulled back her arm in embarrassment and looked back at the little baby with a kind and sweet smile.

As a result, I cried even louder...

"Wow wow wow... when King Kong laughs, he will hit someone..."

Su Qiao: "..."

The little girl was taken away by her mother, who covered her mouth.

Su Qiao looked at the dumbfounded Huang Mao next to him: "I've broken the record, right?"

She took out the payment code on her mobile phone, her eyes were sincere and clear: "One hundred thousand, transfer or cash?"