Sitting among a pile of game consoles, magazines, and snacks, Ning Xi had a feeling that she was a pet waiting for its owner …
After a while, Cheng Feng, Shi Xiao, Xiong Zhi, and several others came in.
The other subordinates who hadn't seen Ning Xi before were all surprised to see a pretty girl sitting next to Lu Tingxiao. Shi Xiao and Xiong Zhi looked at Ning Xi, who was sitting on the sofa with a magazine in her hand, and the corners of their mouths twitched …
Ning Xi wasn't in the mood to eat, drink, and have fun at this moment. She secretly glanced at Lu Tingxiao and quickly sent a text message to a certain bastard while he was concentrating on his work —
[Yun, you son of a bitch!!!!!]
In order to express her anger, she typed countless exclamation marks.
Soon, the other side replied.
[Cloud Radish: Say that again!]
F * ck!
How dare he threaten her?
He's in the right!
Ning Xi typed furiously: As you wish!
Son of a bitch!!!]
[Cloud Radish: Ning Xi!
You're asking for it!]
Ning Xi looked at this line of text and got angry: [You don't even allow others to talk about the wicked things you've done!
You can't beat them openly, so you sneak attack them!
Such despicable and cowardly behavior, calling you a tortoise is an insult to tortoises!!!]
About ten seconds later, the other side replied: [Cloud Radish: I sneak attacked them?]
Ning Xi continued to quickly type a message and sent it over: [Who else could it be?
Don't tell me that Philo and Alice are not your people!]
This time, the other side replied almost instantly: [Cloud Radish: You guys are fighting?]
Ning Xi snorted: [Nonsense!
If I wasn't smart and brave, I would have lost my life!
Of course, this is not the point, don't change the subject!]
[Cloud Radish: Honey, of course this is the point.]
…
At the same time, in a bar in Las Vegas.
Dazzling lights, deafening music, and men and women on the dance floor were reveling in a drunken stupor.
In the middle of the bar, under a huge spherical crystal lamp, in a spacious and luxurious booth, sat a blonde Italian man. The man was handsome, but his eyes were a little evil.
At this moment, he was surrounded by a large group of beautiful women with hot figures, and they were drinking and having fun wantonly. It was a scene of debauchery and debauchery …
Just a few steps away from him sat a black-haired man with an oriental face.
The man sat alone on the spacious sofa, wearing a Bluetooth headset and a laptop on the coffee table in front of him. He exuded an unapproachable aura, like a cold and silent humanoid weapon.
No matter how merry the people in the bar were, no one dared to get close to him. It formed a strange and distinct contrast with the Italian man's debauchery.
A moment later, the black-haired man nodded respectfully in the direction of the computer, then got up and walked to the Italian man opposite him. He asked in a calm tone, "Mr. Augustine, were you the one who ordered Firo's actions?"
The blonde, blue-eyed Italian man raised his drunken face. "Uh-huh … Firo … Oh, that's right, it's my order!
What's the matter, my dear comrade? "
The black-haired man said expressionlessly, "You've touched someone you shouldn't have."
"Someone I shouldn't have touched?"
The Italian man had an absent-minded look on his face. Then, as if he suddenly remembered something, a look of realization appeared on his face. "You mean that woman …"