At this moment, Jin Zhiyu was completely disappointed with Ye Hao.

Before, she still thought that Ye Hao was extremely mysterious, powerful and promising at a young age.

But now it seems that everything before is just the luck of this little brat.

With a little ability, he is arrogant, who does he think he is?

Jin Zhiyu's female companions also looked at Ye Hao with disdain at the moment.

How dare you say that the position of branch president is yours?

What are you thinking?

It's only nine o'clock and you start dreaming?

They completely despise such idiots and self-righteous people.

Do you feel that you are a bit capable, so you think you are the protagonist of the times?

How dare you say such a thing on such an occasion?

That is to say, the attention of the disciples of Longmen is now on the ring, otherwise, these people will never let this guy go.

Daydreaming man!

I'm depreesed!

In a city full of young and old, how could this kind of man who can only daydream have a chance to rise?

"Lingyue, I already agreed with you to associate with him."

"But I suddenly feel that this man is nothing more than mediocre."

"Zhen Long is more suitable for you."

"This is the idea of ??someone who has experienced it, you can think about it yourself."

After finishing speaking, Jin Zhiyu turned and left.

In her eyes, this man has no value at all.

What she was thinking at the moment was how to get the phone recording from Ye Hao's hand. As long as she had the recording, she would have plenty of ways to kill Ye Hao.

Ye Hao didn't feel anything, a woman like Jin Zhiyu would never know how to write dead.

But Ye Hao has no intention of dealing with her for the time being. After all, there is a love-hate relationship between this woman and Wang Huaqing. He is looking forward to whether this woman will still be her mistress at ease once Wang Huaqing falls down.

Wang Lingyue did not go back to the high platform, but walked to the front with Ye Hao.

"clang!"

At this moment, the battle in the arena ended.

In the arena.

The Tang knife in Wu Xiaohu's hand trembled, the light of the knife flashed, and a splash of blood spattered from the chest of the disciple of the Longmen holding the sword opposite him, and then he fell limp on the ground.

This is a fighting arena, not playing games. In this kind of arena, the winners and losers are divided, as well as life and death. JrNovels.com