Chapter 451: The surname is Yun, you turtle king bastard!

Ning Xi sits among a bunch of game consoles, magazines, and snacks, and has a sense of sight that he is just a pet waiting for his owner ...
After a while, Cheng Feng, Shi Xiao, Xiong Zhi and several others rushed in.
Several other subordinates who have never met Ning Xi, saw that Lu Tingxiao was sitting here with a playful little girl, all with a surprised expression. Shi Xiao and Xiong Zhi looked at the magazine and sat on the sofa with a rule Ning Xi, the corners of her mouth twitched slightly ...
Ning Xi, who was thinking about eating, drinking, and having fun, secretly glanced at Lu Tingxiao, and while he was focusing on his work, he quickly sent a text message to a bastard--
[Lun Yun, you turtle king bastard! !! !! !! !! !! !! !! !! !! !! !! !! ]
In order to express anger, countless exclamation points were hit behind.
Soon, the opposite responded.
[Cloud Turnip: You say it again! ]
by! Dare to threaten her? He still makes sense!
Ning Xi slammed the words: [as you wish! Turtle bastard! !! !! ]
[Cloud radish: Ning Xi! you wanna die! ]
Ning Xi looked at this line of words and got angry: [Specially, the wicked things you did yourself are not allowed to be said! Unexpectedly, if they can't fight, they sneak up! This mean and shameless behavior that says you are a turtle is an insult to the turtle! !! !! ]
It took about ten seconds before the other side replied to her: [cloud radish: I sneak attack? ]
Ning Xi continued to edit the information quickly and sent it over: [Not who you are! Don't tell me that Philo and Alice are not yours! ]
This time there was almost a second back: [Cloud Turnip: Are you right? ]
Ning Xi snorted: [Crap! If it were not for my wit and bravery, my life would be gone! Of course, this is not the point, don't shift the subject! ]
[Cloud radish: dear, this is of course the point. ]
...
Meanwhile, Las Vegas, an underground bar.
Dazzling lights, deafening music, men and women on the dance floor carnival and dream of death.
In the middle of the bar, under a huge spherical crystal lamp, in a large and luxurious card seat, there is a blond Italian man sitting in the middle. The man looks handsome, but his eyes are somewhat evil.
At this moment, he was surrounded by a large group of hot women, wanton drinking and pleasure, a rotten forest-like erosion scene ...
Opposite just a few steps away, there was a dark-haired man with an oriental face.
The man was sitting alone on a large sofa, wearing Bluetooth headsets on his ears, and a laptop placed on the coffee table in front of him, exuding a breath of strangeness like a cold, silent humanoid weapon.
No matter how carnival in the bar, no one dared to approach him, forming a strange and sharp contrast with the erosion of the Italian man's indulgence in wine.
After a moment, the dark-haired man turned his head in the direction of the computer, looked down respectfully, immediately got up, and walked to the opposite Italian man. He asked calmly: "Mr. Augustine, what is Firo's action?"
The blond Italian man raised his drunken face, "Hmm ... Philo ... oh yes, it's my order! What's wrong, my dear partner?"
The dark-haired man said blankly, "You moved someone you shouldn't."
"People who shouldn't move?" The Italian man's face was out of confusion, and then he suddenly remembered something, showing an expression of sudden realization, "You mean that woman ..."