Chapter 200 (1/2)

Li yanye is right. Yao Ruolan's woman will have such a reaction. While she was throwing, he clenched his fist again and waved to the Italian gambler. He didn't want to hit the Italian gambler, but wanted to test how fast the ”wire bar” standing next to him could be and see how strong he was.

But the result is really beyond Li yanye's expectation. His speed is not only so fast that people can't see clearly, but also very cruel!

Li yanye's fist was blocked by him, and he also punched Li yanye's arm with lightning speed.

Li yanye only felt a deep and violent numb pain, and his whole body began to tremble a little, because it was too painful.

”Oh!” Li yanye paid the price for his recklessness and snorted.

When Lao Qin heard his voice, he knew he was hurt and brought people up to surround him.

Yao Ruolan was also frightened and hurriedly walked over, ”night, are you okay?!”

She was too worried, but she didn't know where he was hurt. She also held Li yanye's wounded arm in her hand.

”Hiss...” Li yanye was gripped by her and made a low sound of eating pain.

Yao Ruolan released his hand in panic, ”ah! Is his hand broken?”

”That's good. You've broken everything!” The pain that makes people tremble all over. Li yanye didn't show much obvious. He has always been more tolerant than ordinary people.

Yao Ruolan saw that Li yanye was really hurt, and his voice trembled, ”won't it really break? Don't scare me...”

Lao Qin also knew that he was really at a loss. He was about to go up and check his wound. Li yanye stopped him with his eyes and motioned that he was all right and let him wait and see the change.

Yao Ruolan sobbed for a second. Like a helpless little animal, he suddenly broke out. Like a furious female tiger, he rushed to the ”wire bar” that had just attacked Li yanye. Raising his hand was a loud slap.

This slap is really hard enough! With a slap, everyone felt pain.

”Go to hell! If something happens at night, I will not let you go first!”

Li yanye really didn't expect Yao Ruolan to be so fierce. Even he lost to the ”wire rod”, but she dared to come forward directly and slap her face.

But it's still surprising that the ”wire rod” that was so cruel just now didn't fight back!

The muscles on that firm, dark face seemed to have been patient and kept emitting terrible anger, but there was no vent.

Is it difficult for him to be so merciful? No beauty?