567 Courtesy Before Force (Requesting Monthly Tickets!)_2

Jiang Chen sighed from the bottom of his heart.

In Korea, he had indeed witnessed Lan Pei Zhi going on a killing spree, but the two situations were incomparable.

A woman standing proudly on the stage, with no one in the world daring to challenge her—what kind of peerless elegance was that?

Just thinking about it was enough to make one aspire to it.

Liao Xiangdong smiled faintly.

"Ding ding ding..."

With the clear and penetrating sound of the bell, the betting channels closed.

Another duel began.

Jiang Chen and Liao Xiangdong stopped chatting and turned their gazes to the stern and formidable octagonal cage.

That Gatling was a European, with a thick chest hair and the typical large bones of Westerners, tall and mighty.