Ye Wang

I turned my head and said to Jin Meier: "Jin Meier, you sucked me up last night, I think I'll let it go today."

Hearing what I said, Jin Meier was a little reluctant.

She looked at me resentfully, eyes full of bewilderment.

I thought for a while and then said: "I have to compete tomorrow! If you suck me into a soft-legged shrimp tonight, what if something happens in the ring? The next players are all shot with real guns .”

This sentence still works, Jin Meier immediately stretched her brows, nodded and said: "In this case, then you should have a good rest!"

Hearing what Jin Meier said, I couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Back in the room, I lay quietly on the bed and waited for the blonde beauty.

At first I thought she was going to knock on the door, but unexpectedly she knocked on my window.

I was overwhelmed to see the beautiful blonde standing outside the window.

This is the nineteenth floor!How she ran to my window.

I opened the window and said a little depressed, "How did you get up here?"

The blond beauty smiled and said, "I jumped from the window next to me! You don't think I'm a trapeze!"

"Let's talk quickly! What do you want to tell me!" I didn't want to talk useless nonsense with the blonde beauty, and cut directly to the topic.

I'm also going to take a good rest after talking to the blonde!

The blond beauty said: "We have probably found out where Smith lives now! After you finish your boxing match tomorrow, you'd better go to the Champs Elysees."

"Oh? Why?" I asked curiously.

"Bring Smith out!" said the blond beauty.

I don't understand, since I already know where Smith lives, why didn't I go directly to Smith's residence and arrest him, instead of going to the Champs Elysees Avenue, isn't that superfluous?

I immediately expressed my doubts.

The blond beauty shrugged her shoulders and said with a wry smile: "I just said that I have found out which area he probably lives in, but I don't know where he lives specifically!"

It turned out to be like this, no wonder let me go.

It seems that this time I became the bait again.

But as long as Lin Xuan can be rescued, it doesn't matter if I become the bait.

"Okay! I have no problem!" I immediately agreed to the blonde beauty.

The blonde beauty nodded, turned around and walked towards the door.

"By the way, what's your name? I can call you after I meet you!" I suddenly remembered that I didn't know the name of the blonde beauty yet.

The blonde beauty turned to me and asked, "Have you seen the Titanic?"

I nodded, how could I have never watched this kind of classic romance movie, and I was dragged by Xiao Yu to watch it together.

I still clearly remember that when Xiao Yu watched this film, she cried with tears in her eyes.

"The name of the heroine in it is my name!"

"Oh! Is that Ross?" I said, laughing.

Ross nodded and said to me, "That's right! I'm going first!"

After Ross left, I fell asleep.

At nine o'clock the next night, I went to the arena with Jin Zhan and Jin Meier.

The guy I played against today is a veteran of the game and people call him Tank.

Although I haven't met anyone, when I heard this name, I knew he must be a big guy, otherwise it would be impossible to call him a tank.

But when I saw this guy on the field, I realized why he was called a tank.

Not because of how tall and mighty Tank is, but because he is a short and fat man.

This person was already extremely fat, his legs were as thick as elephant legs, and the fat on his calves could actually fall onto his feet.

The five fingers are almost fat connected together, like a duck's flippers.

The flesh of his chin hangs over the neckline, covering almost all of his neck.

As for his stomach, it was tied around his waist layer by layer like a layer cake.

I used to think that only Japanese sumo wrestlers were the fattest and greasy people in the world, but I just realized that compared to this tank, those sumo wrestlers are not considered fat at all, they are called slim.

I am very curious, such a person should not be able to walk, how can he play games.

But when the tank came to the stage, I realized that I was wrong.

Tank is indeed very fat, but he has absolutely no problem walking. The only regret is that he can't jump up, kick his legs, and can only use his hands during the game.

The audience seemed to be looking forward to the match between me and Tank, and they all watched us attentively.

When the referee gave the order, the tank rushed towards me.

The tank weighs more than 300 kilograms. If he hits it, it is equivalent to being hit by a stone weighing more than 600 kilograms.

That sourness is not what I want.

I dodged immediately to avoid the impact of the tank.

Under the effect of inertia, the tank rushed forward three steps before slowly stopping.

The tank turned, roared loudly, and hit me again.

I finally understand the magic weapon of the tank, and finally understand why he is called a tank.

It turns out that his attack method is to hit people, and no one can hold it, so it is called a tank.

But Tank met me today, it can only be considered his bad luck.

Although the fat of the tank wrapped him tightly, others couldn't do it at all, but I have a way.

When the tank was about to rush in front of me, I stepped on the cable, then jumped up with the elasticity of the cable, and rode directly on the tank's neck.

I clamped the head of the tank with my legs and twisted it hard. The tank was immediately passed out by my twist, and fell to the ground with a "bang" like a pile of meat.

The audience originally thought that Tank and I would definitely have a big fight. After all, Tank had too much fat, and a punch was like hitting cotton.