The man roared, " cure my ass! It's useless, drag it away!"
The staff stopped talking and carried the Tibetan Mastiff out of the hall.
The winner was also a young man. He didn't wear a mask, revealing his fair and feminine face. He smiled coldly and proudly. young master Liu, don't forget to sign the contract tomorrow. We signed the bet in black and white.
The masked young man called young master Liu snorted coldly, pushed away the people around him, and quickly left the scene.
"Who else wants to bet?" The gloomy young man looked around with an invincible expression.
Si Rong heard a sneer beside him. He turned his head and saw Li Jiming take a step forward. let me do it.
"You?" The gloomy-looking young man looked over and sized up si Rong and his group, probably trying to identify them. Who are you? "
"Can't you see my mask? Hai dongqing." Li Jiming pointed at his face. He was wearing a brown Eagle mask.
