Lord! Give up, my wife is a black and white vest

Chapter 482: Two people make a bet - Wen Li wants Lu Jingyuan if he wins, and Lu Xixiao wants...

With superior speed and varied fighting skills, Alin continued to attack Badman.

Badman's strength was overwhelming, and every time their fists and feet collided, a dull and heavy sound was heard.

The burly Badman threw a straight punch straight at Alin's face. Alin quickly stepped back to cleverly avoid the attack, and at the same time swept his left leg towards Badman's lower body like a whip. Badman dodged the kick by turning sideways, then turned quickly and hit Alin's ribs with his elbow.

The two fought hard for a while and it was difficult to tell who was better.

Fists and kicks crisscrossed, and each attack exploded with power and speed. With her agility, Ah Lin constantly shuttled through Badman's attacks and looked for opportunities to counterattack.

Badman relied on his own strength and endurance, trying to suppress Alin with heavy blows, but what he didn't know was that Alin had always been Wen Li's sparring partner, and could be said to be a soldier led by Wen Li himself. The opponents Wen Li faced were always several times larger than himself. Opponents of his size had long been studied thoroughly by Wen Li and Alin, so his size advantage would be of limited use against Alin.

Sweat was pouring down.

The breathing of both men gradually became rapid, and every confrontation was accompanied by the sound of muscles colliding and heavy breathing.

A Lin threw a punch.

Badman responded with a punch.

The two fists clashed together.

The muscles and veins in his arms bulged in an instant.

A Lin took several steps back.

Badman also took two steps back. He shook his numb arm and saw that A Lin opposite him looked in pain. He covered his left chest with his hand and withdrew his hand, which hung down naturally. His whole arm was shaking and his forehead was covered with sweat.

The injury on the left side of Alin's chest was the most serious.

When he was fighting with Badman just now, he tried his best not to use force on his left chest, but this also greatly restricted his movements.

Badman: "Forget it. Don't make your injury worse. It would be more trouble than it's worth. If you really want to fight, wait until you're healed and then we can have a fair fight."

Ah Lin stood up straight, adjusted his breathing, and said, "We'll talk about future fights later. This one must be finished today."

Wen Li looked at Badman and said to Lu Xixiao beside him without looking away: "Your men are quite powerful."

The little guy who was lying on Wen Li's shoulder and playing hide-and-seek with General Black immediately raised his little head to look at Wen Li when he heard Wen Li speak.

Wen Li tapped the little guy's forehead gently with his head.

Say to him: "I didn't talk to you."

The little guy touched his forehead and smiled.

Qi Yu glanced at the two people interacting, and when his eyes lightly swept over the little guy, there was no warmth in his eyes.

Lu Xixiao: "They are worse than you."

Wen Li: "You're being modest."

Lu Xixiao: "To be honest, regardless of the final outcome, if your men weren't injured, Badman would have been at a disadvantage in the first half and would have suffered a great loss."

Wen Li: "Then who do you think will win?"

Lu Xixiao: “It’s hard to say.”

Wen Li: "Bet on one?"

Lu Xixiao looked at her with interest: "Want to bet?"

Wen Li: "I'm betting that my people will win."

Lu Xixiao: "Then I'll bet that my people will win."

Wen Li glanced at him and said, "Am I going to win?"

Lu Xixiao: "Of course, whatever you want is fine."

Wen Li: "Is Lu Jingyuan also okay?"

Lu Xixiao agreed without hesitation: "Okay."

Then he asked the little guy, "What does Jingyuan say?"

The little guy nodded his head in complete agreement: "Okay."

Both the grandfather and grandson thought it was great.

No need to gamble, no need to win, just give it away for free.

Wen Li: “…”

He looks like he's eager for something.

Wen Li said to the little guy with dismay, "You're nothing. You were sold by your grandfather and you're still helping him count the money."

The little guy smiled and said, "It's okay to sell it to my sister~"

He is willing.

Then he added, "Little Grandpa will also sell it to my sister."

He also promoted his grandfather.

Buy them all and take them home.

Wen Li: "He's too old, no one wants him."

The little guy said in a baby voice: "Grandpa is not old. He takes care of my sister, the dog, and grandma. He is very nice. He even saves steamed buns and listens to my sister."

It’s worth buying it.

The little guy tried hard to sell.

Because there was a stranger around, the gentle and shy little guy spoke in a low voice, as if he was talking to Wen Li alone.

Lu Xixiao looked at the little guy with eyes full of relief.

Then he glanced calmly at Qi Yu who was on the same level as him on the other side.

Qi Yu's expression remained calm, but the hand hanging by his side tightened silently.

Wen Li rejected the little guy's sales pitch.

Then he asked Lu Xixiao: "What if you win?"

Lu Xixiao pretended to be mysterious: "I'll tell you when I win."

He obviously had a clear idea of what he wanted.

Hearing the smile in his voice, Wen Li couldn't help but look at him, and saw that the corners of his mouth were smiling unconcealed, and besides expectation, his eyes seemed to have... ambiguity?

This guy, I don't think he's thinking of anything dirty.

Wen Li frowned and immediately said, "Let me be clear first, don't raise the price at the last minute. I don't trust black market traders at all."

Lu Xixiao was stunned: "Black marketeer? Me?"

Wen Li: "What else?"

Lu Xixiao said innocently: "Why am I a black marketeer?"

Wen Li: "That's getting off topic."

Lu Xixiao returned to the point: "Let's talk about it after we win."

He still didn't say anything.

"Are you scared? You don't have to gamble if you're scared," he said.

Don't be too obvious in your provocation.

But it works very well for Wen Li, who is so stubborn.

Wen Liwei nodded and said, "Wait."

That look seemed to say: If you lose, just wait for death.

Not only did the provocation work, but curiosity was also at work.

Wen Li wanted to know what this guy was planning.

Recalling his indescribable look just now.

Wen Li thought that if Lu Xixiao won and dared to make some excessive and suicidal demands, she would take the opportunity to beat him up.

The two then looked back to the center of the field.

Lu Xixiao's mind was a little distracted.

Both Badman and A Lin had lost some of their strength, their speed had obviously slowed down, and their reactions were not as agile as before.

Seeing that the winner was about to be decided, the crowd watching cheered loudly.

Amidst the rising shouts, Badman swung a left hook. Alin ducked and nimbly dodged under Badman's arm. Taking advantage of the opportunity when Badman's center defense was wide open, Alin gathered all his remaining strength in his right arm and then punched Badman in the waist and ribs.

Badman stumbled to the side and fell heavily to the ground.

Everyone in Jinzhou cheered.

"Alin——"

"Alin——"

Ah Ming smiled.

Lu Qi wiped his sweat and said, "Finally, I lost."

Wen Li smiled and turned to look at Lu Xixiao.

A bit proud.

The latter expressed regret at first, then sincerely congratulated: "Congratulations."

Seeing the great regret in his eyes, Wen Li's victory mood was greatly reduced. He was really curious about what he was planning.