After the breakup, Mr. Shang thought that the father was more valuable than the son.

Song Xi'er subconsciously moved forward: "I said this is illegal, and you can't-"

Before she finished speaking, she suddenly realized that the distance between the two of them was too close, and she hurriedly wanted to step back.

But Shang Ji reached out faster and grabbed the back of her head.

Song Xier frowned angrily: "You——"

Shang Ji inserted his fingers in her hair, and kneaded the back of her head gently: "Don't move."

His voice became very gentle in an instant, and when he finished speaking, he directly pressed Song Xi'er into his arms.

Song Xier's nose hit the opponent's chest and she felt pain. At the same time, there was a smell of several mixed women's perfumes coming into her nose.

"...let me go!" Song Xi'er struggled to move away, but Shang Ji not only refused to let go, but also raised his other hand to hold Song Xi'er tighter.

His eyes looked forward from her ears and fell on a man and a woman walking out of the elevator opposite.

Both men and women are quite ordinary in terms of dress and appearance, no different from the people around them.

Shang Ji's calm eyes first looked at the two people's movements, and then their eyes.

He narrowed his eyes for a moment, then calmly withdrew his gaze.

Feeling that the opponent's arm was slightly loose, Song Xi'er hurriedly backed away, reflexively wanting to take action, but her eyes glanced at the surveillance camera aside, and her half-raised arm was forcefully taken back by her.

Song Xi'er looked fixedly at the person in front of her. The silver mask on the other person's face exuded an extreme coldness under the strong light from the arena.

Even the half of his face exposed by his mask seemed to have no warmth, but the way he looked at her had a hint of tenderness.

It was obviously the first time the two met, but the other party's behavior and words were simply typical of a scumbag.

"Sir, I'm very grateful to you for bringing me in, but this doesn't mean you can always take advantage of me." You can't do anything, but you still have to say what you need to say clearly: "If you do this again, I will sue you for sexual harassment. "

Feeling the undisguised resistance and coldness coming from Song Xi'er, Shang Ji laughed instead: "Why, you have a boyfriend, are you afraid that he will be jealous?"

Shang Ji's expression remained unchanged: "It has nothing to do with you."

"It doesn't look like your boyfriend." Shang Ji nodded: "Is that the person you like? Are you afraid that he will be angry when he finds out?"

Song Xier's voice was cold: "I don't have anyone I like."

Shang Ji's voice paused: "Really?"

This time when he finished speaking, he changed the topic directly: "Everyone who comes down must bet on at least one game, and the bet must be at least one thousand!"

After saying that, he raised his hand to Song Xi'er, a black thing similar to a game console that was handed to him when he just got out of the elevator. It had obviously been professionally modified. There were rules of the boxing ring on the screen. Betting started five minutes before each game. , has started now.

Song Xier only came in to find someone and didn't notice this.

Not to mention that she doesn't like gambling, let alone games of this nature.

Now she only thinks that Officer Qin's people can discover this underground boxing ring. It would be best to seal it off and find the people behind Yang Jie.

Because when she secretly took out her mobile phone to send a message, she discovered that there was no signal here at all, and her mobile phone was just a decoration.

Seeing Song Xi'er frowning, Shang Ji laughed, leaned close to her ear and whispered, "If you come with me, you don't have to be detained."

Song Xi'er stepped back again: "You can just talk, can you not be so close to me?"

"I can't help it." Shang Ji pointed to his ear: "It's too noisy, I'm afraid you can't hear me."

"...I'm not deaf, just speak louder."

"Or go upstairs, neither of us has to bet." Betting is free in the box. If you don't have a favorite player, you can watch the whole process.

After Shang Ji finished speaking, he suddenly turned to look at the new attacker on the stage.

He is a very thin man with dark skin and bright eyes.

He seemed to be nearly a head shorter than the man who had won before.

With such an obvious contrast, you don't have to think twice to know who to beat.

Shang Ji looked away, looked at Song Xi'er and suddenly asked, "Are you short of money?"

Song Xier: "Huh?"

"The odds on the stage now are 1:111. If you win, you can get a lot of money."

Shang Ji said to Song Xi'er in a very seductive tone: "The number 11 on the stage is a dark horse at first glance. If you are short of money, you can give it a try."

Song Xier followed his gaze and looked over.

She also learned a little bit of the Three-Legged Cat Kung Fu. Although she couldn't see it very accurately, she could still tell that the dark-skinned man's lower body was very stable. Although the muscles on his arms and calves were not exaggerated, they had a certain... Obvious tension, extremely explosive.

Especially the look in the other person's eyes was full of stubbornness and fierceness, which made those who looked at him not dare to underestimate him.

No matter at any time, a person's willpower cannot be underestimated.

Song Xi'er knew that what the man next to her said was not impossible. If she made a bet, she would be lucky. If there was no result from the professor, she would be able to have money to take her mother to a foreign country, and maybe she could get the missing Shang Ji. The money for the gifts will be earned back.

This was indeed a big temptation, just waving at Song Xier with money.

It seemed that as long as she took one step forward, she would get what she wanted.

The most important thing is that she really needs money now!

"How about it, if you want to give it a try, if you lose, it's mine, if you win, it's yours, how about it?" Shang Ji continued to confuse.

Song Xi'er raised her eyes and looked at him: "We have never met, and I don't even know your name. How can you be so kind?"

"Of course I won't be so kind." Shang Ji's eyes fell on Song Xi'er's face without concealment: "Didn't you say that I want to take advantage of you?"

As he spoke, he raised his hand to touch Song Xier's face, but she slapped him away before he even got close.

"You have the wrong person -"

Before Song Xi'er finished speaking, her expression suddenly changed and she ran in a certain direction.

Not far away, behind the crowd, Yang Jie was talking to someone.

Song Xier approached quietly, trying to see the face of the person talking to Yang Jie clearly, and at the same time took out her mobile phone to take pictures.

Who would have thought that the other party suddenly raised his head and looked towards her, and their eyes met.

Song Xier's movements froze, she was already panicking, but she pretended to be extremely calm on her face, as if she didn't know the other person.

But just when she was about to look away calmly, she suddenly realized something was wrong.

Because she saw the man who was talking to Yang Jie looking at her and saying something to the wireless microphone on his collar. In less than two seconds, Song Xier saw two men with fierce faces who were obviously professional thugs going towards her. She ran over quickly.

He actually knows her?

Song Xi'er was shocked and turned around to run to the elevator, but there were people around her. She couldn't run fast at all, and she was overtaken by the people behind her within a few steps.

Song Xi'er's face turned pale, she turned back calmly, and asked with pretense of confusion: "What's wrong? Is there something wrong?"

The two thugs said nothing, but the man who was talking to Yang Jie walked directly towards Song Xi'er.

"Hello, Miss Song." The man stretched out his hand politely to her: "My name is Shen Kuan, you can also call me Brother Kuan."

Song Xier was really confused this time: "Do you know me?"

"Of course." Brother Kuan laughed: "I originally planned to go find Miss Song, but I didn't expect Miss Song to take the initiative to send it to my door. This is good, as it saves me a trip."