The little ancestor has a soft waist and a wild heart, Master Bo has fallen!

"Row."

Yan Chi threw something over, and the pretty boy subconsciously wanted to hide, but someone stood behind him, and happened to touch his elbow. The pretty boy passively stretched out his hand, and opened his eyes with lingering fear.

It's a card.

Why does it look familiar?

"Grandpa, what is this?"

"The card you gave me contains all the money I have won in the past few days. I give it to you."

The pretty boy was stunned.

He gave Yan Chi a card. He said nicely that he was a guest from afar and he would pay for all the expenses. But the card only had 100,000 yuan. It was okay to buy food and gadgets. He even had tickets to enter the casino. Neither is enough.

The pretty boy didn't know that Yan Chi wasn't interested in gambling, but there were casinos in both open and secret stores in this town. Even if he didn't want to get involved, he would play a few out of interest. As long as he got involved, wouldn't he be worried about not being able to deal with him? , after all, friendship is one thing, and the rules on the road cannot be broken.

The pretty guy is inherently bad. He can't defeat Yan Chi, but he doesn't dare to offend him. It's surprising that he can sleep peacefully if he has such a difficult-to-serve giant Buddha at home.

As a result, before he could find a chance to trick Yan Chi, they simply wiped out all his people on his territory.

"Send it to me?" The pretty boy laughed dryly, "Grandpa, what do you mean?"

Yan Chi glanced at him indifferently, "I'm not interested in money. I just got bored and went to have fun. I was lucky enough to win a little money."

Small money...

People call a few small goals small money.

He seems to be a very good scolder.

For such a small amount of money, everyone comes here crying, and even ruins a person...

The pretty boy glanced at the rough guy lying in the corner and his screams were muted. He closed his eyes, slowly suppressed the humiliation of the dimensionality reduction blow, and then opened his eyes again. A bright smile appeared on his little face, "Grandpa said That's right." He raised his head and straightened his chest and reprimanded: "Look at each of you, are you embarrassed? The money is all here, no matter what the fuss is, we are all one family, and we are in trouble!"

A group of people looked at each other, thinking that the other party looked like a fool.

"Grandpa, I taught them a lesson!"

Yan Chi said quietly: "I heard it."

The pretty boy asked: "You really gave me this money?"

"Grandpa gave it to you, take it." Yan Chi adjusted the cuffs of his sleeves slowly and lightly ran his fingertips across the watch strap, "I'm going upstairs to take a nap, don't disturb me."

"Okay! Grandpa, please slow down. Grandpa, please be careful on the steps. There is incense in the room. You can light it. It is very effective in helping you sleep. I tell you that no one is allowed to disturb you, even if it is an earthquake or explosion..."

boom!

There was a sudden explosion outside, shaking the ground beneath your feet.

Yan Chi jumped down from the steps, grabbed the pretty boy and threw him out of the window.

"What's going on? Your house was bombed?!"

The young boy was wearing a hooded sweatshirt. When he rolled out, the hood was pulled down to cover his eyes. He just listened to the sound of explosions one after another, occasionally mixed with gunshots. His lips turned pale with fear and he was running around in a hurry. He took off his hat, crawled along the wall to the corner, and quickly looked out.

Then he leaned back, his back pressed against the wall.

He was breathing heavily, and a trace of fierceness flashed on his delicate face, "It seems that my father didn't hold back. He got angry and beat him here!"

Yan Chi frowned and didn't hear all of his muttering, "What did you say?"

"You damn old man, you do some stupid things every day and it hurts me. I've had enough of it!"