"Well played, wonderful, wonderful."

Song Xiaojiao and Liang Ruyi jumped up, cheered and high-fived in celebration.

"yeah!"

"That's great, Fei Ge won, Fei Ge won"

Lu Fei clapped his hands, gave Chacai a thumbs up on the stage and shouted.

"Well played!"

"Xiaolong, give this boxer a reward of one million knives, and it's mine."

"Okay dear brother, I'll do it right away."

A reward of one million knives is a huge deal!

The beautiful waiters in the bar all cast envious glances, and the boxer Chacai on the stage was equally happy. He imitated a Chinese etiquette and bowed to Lu Feifei.

People here are cheering and celebrating, while Rosie Jeff not far away is mourning his heir.

He still hasn't figured it out yet. The red team is obviously injured, so how could the blue team lose?

Ichiro Tamaki is a fifth-level karate master and a professional boxer.

How could he become so exhausted in such a short period of time?

This is absolutely unscientific, right?

Damn it!

What the hell is going on!!

Lu Fei glanced at Jeff and said with a smile.

"Hi, buddy."

"you lose!"

"Don't forget our bet, I believe you won't default on it."

"you"

Looking at Lu Fei and the joking looks around him, Jeff's eyes burned with anger.

Taking a deep breath, he gritted his teeth and said.

"Don't worry, I, Jeff, keep my word and I can afford to lose."
Chapter completed!