Chapter 839

Nero's smile was a little naive and kind-hearted. He was beautiful and even childish.

It looks very attractive.

However, when his big brown eyes like honey fall on your body, you can always be inadvertently lifted by his eyes into a layer of bone marrow chill.

Luo Nan initially hides behind Yan Qingfeng, only feels that Nero looks at her line of sight to have some bad intentions.

Nero side open body, smiling at Yan Qingfeng walked in, in Luonan early in the time, also very gentleman raised his arm to guide her.

Luonan pursed his lips at the beginning, avoided Nero's sight, and walked in behind Yan Qingfeng.

Ronan soon realized that this huge building was a small casino.

And when Nero went in, they came and showed them the way.

Those slum dwellers in ragged slums squander their hard-earned money in this bottomless pit. Once they can't afford to gamble, they may be reduced to selling drugs or organs for Nero. Underground casinos have always been closely related to the buying and selling of population, organs and drugs.

Compared with the miserable weather outside, the inside of the casino can be said to be full of wine and wine. Beautiful women and officials are charming and enchanting, and Champagne can be seen everywhere.

Huge crystal chandeliers shed light, making this underground casino look like every casino in the world, full of luxury and erosive temperament.

It's really hard for lornan to imagine that there would be such a high-level underground place under this slum.

Fu Tingyuan is here

She slightly pursed a lip, in the heart does not know why, has no reason some flustered.

How did he get those injuries?

Nero's men took a turn and took them to a more lively place.

Before Ronan entered, he was the first to hear the roar of cheers.

Yanqingfeng looks like a flash, the expression of leisure on his face also gradually disappeared, Nero's people picked up the curtain for them, inside the heat wave general breath rushed out from the field.

What Ronan first saw was the boxing ring on the top.

The light was bright, and she saw Fu Tingyuan standing on the high platform with a pair of boxing pants on his upper body.

His hair was all wet, and his skin, exposed to the light, was the scar he had been injured since.

He didn't care about his arm. He didn't notice the blood flowing down his shoulder.

His breath is totally different from that at home.

The smell of blood and killing haunted him, and he felt extremely dangerous and terrible at the moment. Sometimes he didn't hold his breath any more, and he never showed his murderous spirit as he did now.

At that glance, he seemed to have become another person.

He just beat an opponent.

Soon, another Mexican climbed onto the ring.

It was a muscular white man, standing there as if there were two tall Fu Tingyuan.

Looking at his younger brother in the corner.

At that time, the two men were already fighting each other.

Fu Tingyuan was trained professionally. He had a good foundation of Kung Fu since he was a child. Among the three brothers, he was the first to leave school.

At the moment, however, he was still hit in the shoulder by the white man.