"Madam, go, it doesn't matter if I'm here." Dr. Duan comforted her.

Ding Yiyi has been watching Ye Miao, and she is confused. Ye Miao and Ye Nianmo are both her most important people and she has no choice.

Doctor Duan's eyes were complicated, "Madam, don't blame the young master, there is a reason for him to do this, go quickly." He paused, "The young master has me here, you can't help here, but you are the only one who can help you."

In the early morning, the underground fist shop entered the most exciting time, and people stood up from their seats and watched the showdown between an Asian man and a white man.

Asian men have a good figure, but they are handsome. They can even be said to have a somewhat gorgeous face and a big and thick-looking face that looks fierce and extremely fierce. The showdown between them makes people excited.

People couldn't wait to see the scene where the man in front of him was beaten to the ground and was beaten to death.

The girl with a proud figure walked into the scene while stepping on the hatred sky high. She gave a charming look at the handsome man. The other party didn't even give her a look, but just stared at the black man in front of her.

"You are brave." After the ringtone rang, the black man creaked his fingers, his tall body full of strength.

"Come on." Ye Nianmo said coldly.

The opponent had been hitting the black fist for many years, and obviously made a ruthless move. The first punch hit Ye Nianmo's jaw.

A sound of inverted colors erupted at the scene, and people stood up and sighed at the man whose uncle had fallen.

"I think it hurts." The black man smiled.

Ye Nianmo wiped off the blood from the corners of his lips, and his eyes were like a wolf, and he quickly hit the man with his fist.

The man obviously didn't take such an attack in his eyes. He stood quietly. When the person flashed in front of him, he was about to reach out to beat the other person, but his jaw was punched firmly.

His head was beaten to the point where he was beaten, and there was another cheer on the scene. It was meaningless to be beaten on one side. Only when he was evenly matched was enjoyable.

Seeing that Ye Nianmo was injured more than the other party, Hai Zhuoxuan's heart was in his throat and began to regret not knocking the other party out directly.

Ye Nianmo received professional training when he was a child, and most people could not get close to him, but the other party was obviously a professional, and maybe he was a mercenary.

He loosened his fists, his abdomen spasmed, and his calf was hit hard. The other party was looking for an opportunity to prevent him from getting up.

It was already an hour and a half when Ding Yiyi arrived at the scene. The scene was in a white-hot stage. People took off their shirts and shouted loudly, almost lifting the roof.

Ye Nianmo and the black man were both deprived of their lottery, and they refused to fall down, but they were exhausted almost the same physical strength. Faced with professional mercenaries, Ye Nianmo, whose focus was on doing business, was already exciting.

Sweat lie down from his skin with zero pores, and the black man launched another attack, but he didn't get any benefits. He was also very tired. He thought the business was easy, but he didn't expect it to be the most difficult.

Ding Yiyi didn't dare to shout, worried that she would be distracted when she called Ye Nianmo. She tried her best to squeeze forward and called Hai Zhuoxuan, but the other party didn't answer.

Finally, he squeezed to the front, Ye Nianmo grabbed the other party's hand socks, knocked hard, and a shrill shout came out.

The black man's hand was broken, and he held his wrist and rolled to the ground, "I won't beat you anymore, hurry up and take me to the hospital!"

He roared, and the lady holding the sign was frightened, and people shouted and threw clothes on the field.
Chapter completed!