Fast time travel: The host takes his life and frantically teases and criticizes the villain

"You can all see him, so is there a way to get him away from me?"

Qi Cheng felt that he saw hope.

Cheng Yan and Peng Zannian looked at each other and said with a smile, "So you don't want to see you in the future?"

"I don't need anyone to intervene in my current life, in the future? So what." Uncle Qi Cheng leaned back on the sofa like a chair.

Hearing this sentence, Peng Zannian tightened his fingertips, that's right, Qi Cheng doesn't want anyone to disturb his life, what about him?

"Who wants to meddle in your life?" Qi Qiao stood leaning against the wall and glanced at him upon hearing this.

"Your appearance is to disturb me." Qi Cheng rolled his eyes, "I'm not interested in the future, thank you."

He doesn't want to know why he died at such a young age, let alone what will happen to this world in the future.

Regrets and regrets are not what he should consider now.

Hearing what he said, Qi Yu was not surprised.

If he wasn't confined within ten meters of Qi Cheng, he could travel around and go to various planets, and he wouldn't be an annoying follower every day.

He spread his hands, "I hope you get rid of me as soon as possible."

Peng Zannian looked at the two people drawing a clear line, lowered his eyes, wondering what he was thinking.

Cheng Yan knew what he was thinking, and chased him away, "Okay, what should you two do?"

Qi Cheng simply stood up, "Remember, if there is any method, please recommend it to me."

As soon as Qi Cheng left, Qi Qiao waved at the two of them without moving, and the figure disappeared by itself.

"I'm leaving first too." Peng Zannian got up immediately.

Everyone left, and the office fell silent.

Cheng Yan sat on the sofa for a while, got up and went into the lounge to change out of his military uniform, and left in casual clothes.

At night, the moon hangs high, the sky is clear, and the stars are twinkling.

The ninth district is brightly lit, even at night, it is no different from daytime.

There are hovering cars speeding past at high speed in the air at all times, among them is Cheng Yan's car.

Cheng Yan got off the sky expressway and stopped at the singing and dancing club.

"Sir, please show me your membership card."

Cheng Yan took out the membership card prepared by 009 in advance and entered the club smoothly.

The lobby on the first floor of the clubhouse is a dance floor, and men and women on the dance floor twist their bodies wantonly to the explosive music.

The lights of various colors are dazzling, and the sight is not real, which casts a layer of mystery on the place.

The name of the singing and dancing manga club is very rustic, but the specification is the best in the whole star, and the luxury inside is not directly proportional to the name.

This is where all the rich like to come, no matter what borough.

Cheng Yan came here alone because of the assassination he encountered some time ago.

"Host, Zhou Long is on the ninth floor."

Zhou Long, the nobleman who ordered the assassination of Cheng Yan.

Everyone agreed that this matter should be done behind the scenes, so Cheng Yan would solve it in private.

I'm afraid that his solution is too violent and they can't bear it.

Ordinary VIPs above the third floor have no permission to enter, and the ninth floor is even more impossible.

But Cheng Yan walked all the way without any obstacles.

His action this time was a week earlier than the original plot, Peng Zannian didn't know he was here.

He doesn't intend to follow the original plot of Peng Zannian's handling.

With the variable of Qi Chu in front, it is easier to explain the deviation of his actions.

Soon, Cheng Yan came to the ninth floor.

There was an identification welcome robot at the entrance of the ninth floor, and Cheng Yan walked past her without causing any reaction.

The lobby on the ninth floor is very quiet. Compared to the first floor, it is not as quiet as a sensual club.

Cheng Yan walked along the positioning route given by 009, walked through a long corridor, and finally stopped in front of a black door.

He could feel the noisy atmosphere inside the door, which was the most chaotic and darkest place in the ninth district.

He pushed open the door, and the smell of blood came to his face.

All the sounds, colors, and pictures flooded into the eyes, like a primitive sharp knife slashing across his face, bloody and bloody.

This is a colosseum, with loud shouts inside, but they are all separated by a door.

In the Colosseum, there is no beast.

In the arena, there are a man and a woman who are fighting against each other. They are wearing masks and their faces cannot be seen clearly. The accumulated scars on both sides seem to be piled up into words, telling the horror of this place.

There is no gender distinction here, only rank.

The auditorium was full of heat, and the ring was splashed with blood wave after wave, and was immediately cleaned by the automatic cleaner, as if the tragedy just now had never happened.

Cheng Yan stood at the door, and no one noticed that there was another person here.

He fixedly glanced at the two people on the ring, and then turned his attention to the VIP seats.

He glanced around, and finally his eyes fell on Zhou Long, who was hugging him with a big belly.

The battle situation in the arena was tense, and he seemed to bet on one of them, and he was frowning at this moment, with a gloomy expression on his face.

"You can't beat a bitch, what are you doing?" Zhou Long scolded angrily and pinched the butt of the beauty in his hand, he was puzzled and threw her on the ground.

"Get out of the way, don't block me!" Zhou Long yelled, and the two stood behind in relief.

Cheng Yan stood quietly behind Zhou Long, with his hands in his pockets, looking down at him from top to bottom, with unkind eyes.

"Why is it so cold all of a sudden, why don't you turn down the air conditioner!" Zhou Long scolded the people beside him, completely unaware of the imminent danger.

The duel in the arena had reached a critical moment. The woman was pinned to the ground by the man. After more than half an hour of sparring, she was exhausted and unable to support herself.

There are only ten seconds left in the countdown.

Everyone in the auditorium was eagerly waiting for the result. The woman tried her best to get rid of the shackles, but the other party tried her best.

5, 4, 3...

"Ahhhh!!!"

A scream resounded through the Colosseum, and everyone was attracted by the sound, only to see a figure on the VIP seat draw a parabola in the air, and fell hard to the ground!

The defense robots reacted quickly, but failed to save the situation.

There was a loud "bang", which made people feel pain like bruised flesh.

At the same time, the countdown ends.

The two people on the stage were taken aback by the sudden change, and they were even more horrified when they saw that face.

How could this powerful and influential man in the Ninth District fall from the top?

Without thinking about it, the robot had already thrown the two of them off the ring, and the entire Colosseum was in chaos.

Some people ran away in a hurry, and some people still sat where they were, planning to watch a play.

Cheng Yan stood at the highest point, replacing Zhou Long's original position, and looked down condescendingly.

He looked at Zhou Long's tragic fall, and sneered unceremoniously on his lips.

The robots and the person in charge below surrounded Zhou Long's surroundings.

After some treatment, Zhou Long quickly opened his eyes, and he was the first to look at his original position.

I saw a young man standing there, smiling contemptuously at him.

The light reflected his face clearly, allowing him to recognize who it was at a glance.

He pulled his lips and said silently: "Return the gift."

"Give it to me... ah!!" Zhou Long raised his hand to point in one direction, but was forced to interrupt by a sharp pain as soon as he opened his mouth.

He turned his eyes back to himself, only to realize that all the robots had reached out to him.

One of them broke his hand directly!

"Ahhhh!" Zhou Long was overwhelmed by the robot before he could react.

The Colosseum is in total chaos.

Cheng Yan stood on the highest point as if no one was there, watching the farce in a good mood, with a smile almost overflowing his eyes.

It's a pity, except for Zhou Long, no one can see such a flamboyant young man.

It can be described as extremely arrogant.