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The next day, Ye Zheng woke up from his dreams to find a pair of soft hands stroking his sturdy chest.

His left hand grabbed the opponent's wrist with lightning speed while his right hand formed the shape of a palm blade and chopped towards the opponent's neck.

Ye Zheng was called "Chi Yan"

Keeping alert and ready to fight in any state is their "training achievement."

One of them.

When Ye Zheng's palm strike was still two centimeters away from the other party's neck, it stopped abruptly. A beautiful woman was kneeling beside him with a face full of fear.

"Sorry."

Ye Zheng retracted his hand, and awkwardly squeezed out a smile.

"You scared me to death."

The woman covered her mouth with her hands in an exaggerated manner. Her well-developed figure could be clearly seen under her thin, cicada wings.

Ye Zheng sat up, and what entered his line of sight was the luxurious hotel's bedroom, a snow-white bed sheet, and a young lady whose skin was as white as jade.

Ye Zheng recalled what happened last night: he won three fighters in a row.

The most difficult to deal with was the third, a golden-haired Slavic giant, who seemed to be called Leahovitch.

Looks like a wrestler.

She had been a little too careless and had wanted to compete with him in throwing shots. In the end, she had almost been thrown into a rage … The Slavic giant was on top of him, the floor was punching... During times of crisis, he nimbly used the "Cross Binding".

Using all the strength in his body to perform a joint technique on one of the giant's arms, only then was he able to subdue his opponent … Three minutes of calling.

Ye Zheng laughed self-deprecatingly. Back then, he was still in the "Scarlet Flame" realm.

When they were on special forces, they were ordered to assess the elites that came from all over the country. One of them was to fight: those who didn't fall down after thirty seconds of fighting against themselves were considered qualified.

As a result, out of the 58 contestants, only 5 qualified... Although this Eastern European giant called Lahovitch was as strong as a brown bear, if he met Ye Zheng face to face in battle, Ye Zheng would have several ways to deal with him within half a minute.

After the match, Ye Zheng had become the focus of everyone's attention. Margo and his little brothers toasted continuously, and made Ye Zheng the unparalleled hero in the world; Gao Xiaowen's face, did not reveal the slightest hint of a smile, as if he was just barely able to socialize with them; Xie Clan's Third Young Master, Xie Lengyan, seemed to be a very shrewd person. Even though he lost more than two million, his performance was even happier than if he won. Ye Zheng was not drunk yet, but he did not want to continue with the social gathering, so he deliberately vomited twice.

Margo arranged for him to sleep in a hotel room beside the nightclub. He even called for a plump woman to serve him. Ye Zheng's thoughts went from memories to reality. At this time, the woman who served him moved closer, a pair of warm and smooth hands touched his shoulder, and with a vulgar and flattering smile on her face, she said: "You were so awesome last night!"

Ye Zheng suddenly jumped off the bed. He realized that he was only wearing his black boxer shorts.

The atmosphere was awkward.

The woman continued, "Stupid, I'm talking about the ring. You drank too much last night and fell asleep as soon as you came in. Margo ordered me … "

Ye Zheng did not answer, but picked up his clothes and pants, and as he put them on, he ran towards the door.

Behind him, the woman was still yelling, "We didn't do anything at night, so don't do anything in the morning …"

After dressing up, Ye Zheng was depressed and blamed himself. According to the education he had received in the army and the environment, he felt that it was fine for men to fight and fight each other.

"Special Services"

If his teammates knew about this, they would even drool onto their stomachs from laughing. How could he straighten his back in the future?

What should he do?

A real man doesn't care about small matters!

The hotel corridor was covered with expensive carpets.

On the service desk beside the elevator, a waitress looked at Ye Zheng and revealed a gentle smile. She took out a big bag from behind the counter and asked, "Mr. Ye? Mr. Ma asked me to give you this. "

Ye Zheng thanked him, and took the bag to the hall. Opening the bag, he saw a black suit with a famous brand, and a brand-new phone.

Ye Zheng pinched it, and the thickness was satisfactory.

Ye Zheng changed his appearance and put on his famous suit, swaggering out the door.

Ye Zheng thought of Gao Xiaowen again.

Last night, he drank like a drunk cat, and was even helped to a hotel room by a woman. Could she have misunderstood him?

If she thought that he was a pervert, then if she wanted to get close to him in the future, he would probably close the door.

Just then, his phone rang. Ye Zheng picked up the phone, and Margo's voice came out: "Brother Ye is up? The suit doesn't fit him? "

"Not bad. It's just that my shoulders are a bit narrow."

Ye Zheng replied.

"It's not a matter of clothes. It's just that your muscles are too strong. How was the girl last night? "

"He fell asleep and didn't feel anything at all."

Ye Zheng's voice was calm, but he was a little angry in his heart.

"The Margo meant well, but he gave a woman to himself …" In the pocket of your suit, there's a car key. It's in the car park at Area A, # 55. Can you drive? "

Margo asked.

"A driver's license. I learned it in the army, but I learned it in trucks. "

Ye Zheng replied honestly.

"Okay, this car belongs to you."

Ye Zheng was a little shocked. He had only known Margo for a day, but he could actually give him such a precious gift. What exactly did this mean?

He was stunned for a moment, then said, "One cannot accept a reward without success."

"You fought three matches last night. Guess how much money I earned?"

Margo's voice sounded a little proud.

"Competition …"

Ye Zheng recalled for two seconds and then recalled the three battles in the iron cage last night.

However, in his heart, he only saw this as a fight and a release. He didn't think that it was a real 'competition'.

And he hadn't even used his full strength yet.

"The first match, you played too fast. We didn't even have time to bet before it was over. In the second match, against that fierce Thai boxer, I bet three hundred thousand on you. In the third round, the third young master of the Xie Clan was unconvinced. He thought that you were just lucky, so he made a bet with me. The wager was two million. "

The Margo said.

"You made 2.3 million?"

Ye Zheng asked.

Margo smiled happily: "With your skill, we will definitely make a fortune together."

Ye Zheng understood the meaning of Margo's words: Follow me.

He did not agree, nor did he refuse.

The Margo's voice sounded again, "Now, there's one more thing I need to tell you: Miss Gao Xiaowen saw your brilliant performance yesterday and requested that you become her bodyguard, receiving a generous treatment. You can go to the Songshan Lake Villa District to pick up Miss Gao Xiaowen and take her to the filming crew for a TV show. Her car was destroyed yesterday, and she was probably quite frightened by the Second Young Master of the Xiao Family. "

"No problem."

Ye Zheng's eyes lit up.

He obtained the chance to get close to Gao Xiaowen so quickly!