Abstinence Admiral Don't Bite, the Softer Mermaid Top Thug

Chapter 115: Small Fish Are Not Allowed to Give Scales to Others
The Tyrannosaurus fell in a pool of blood, while the man in white mask fell against the steel guardrail of the elevator, and the referee slowly raised his hand.

The final result popped up on the light screen, and the white mask won again.

Amid the enthusiastic cheers of the audience, the man in white mask jumped down from the elevator of the stands and disappeared into the stands.

The heated discussions around the seats continued.

"Did you see that just now in the stands, the alarm tied to the white mask kept going off. It kept going off even when I got off the elevator. Could something have happened to him?"

"When I arrived, I heard from the backstage staff that the white mask had a high fever before going on stage. I don't know if it's true or not."

"More than that, he looks like he's on the verge of a mental breakdown. It's terrifying!"

"What's so strange about that? How can someone be normal if they can defeat a second-generation modified Tyrannosaurus one after another? Only abnormal people would be recruited to the Colosseum to make money!"

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After watching the performance, Jing Weimian lowered the brim of his hat, listened to the discussions, and took the elevator back to the first floor. A man was already sitting in the arranged booth.

Jing Weimian walked over and sat down across from the booth.

The man looked at her with a smile, "I heard you wanted to buy some information from me?"

"Ah."

At the same time, Lu Lianbai took off his mask and rinsed himself in the shower until the bloody smell on his body was washed away.

But his body temperature was still burning. He forced himself to regain the last bit of consciousness, changed into the old clothes and black pants he wore when he came in, and opened the door to go out from the backstage.

However, just as Lu Lianbai reached the first floor, a faint familiar sweet fragrance in the air attracted his senses and caused him to walk out of the elevator door.

Under the psychedelic neon lights, Lu Lianbai stood against the dark wall, staring at the distance with unclear eyes.

Jing Weimian was sitting in the booth with his back to him. He seemed to have heard something the man opposite him said. He smiled, stretched out his hand, and opened his palm. Inside was a pink scale that he was very familiar with.

The man raised his eyebrows in surprise, "Are you really giving it to me?"

"Of course, Mr. Shi helped me a lot."

Jing Weimian gave the scales to the man casually without any regard for them, stood up, said he had other things to do, and said goodbye to the man and left.

Mr. Shi looked down at the pink scales in his hand in a daze, then clenched the scales and quickly stood up.

Just as he was passing through the corridor, he suddenly seemed to sense an extremely oppressive heat coming towards him from behind. He frowned and was about to turn his head, but he only had time to let out a short low cry before the person behind him knocked him unconscious with one hand with an expressionless face and dragged him into the emergency passage of the corridor.

Lu Lianbai pinched the man's palm open, stole the pink scale inside, opened the door and walked out, but suddenly stopped in his tracks the next second.

Jing Weimian had returned at some point and was leaning against the wall in the corridor, her arms folded, as she coldly regarded him. Lu Lianbai's eyes were dark and fiery, and he stared at her silently for a second or two before turning and walking away.

Jing Weiman had no intention of paying any attention to him. After he turned around, he walked straight to the closed door of the emergency passage, as if he was going in to find Mr. Shi.

Lu Lianbai paused after taking just two steps. He heard footsteps behind him heading towards the emergency passage and the sound of the door being pushed open again. The last bit of strength Lu Lianbai had held on to finally completely collapsed.

He turned and strode forward. Just as the door was about to open, he clamped his palm over her slender hand that was gripping the doorknob. Dizzily, he hugged her tightly from behind and kissed her snow-white shoulders. His restrained breath was in disarray, and he warned in a hoarse voice, "Don't go."

The dry, hot lips pressed against the side of Jing Weimian's thin neck, causing half of the collar to slide to the edge of the shoulder. Jing Weimian didn't push it away, but he didn't turn around either. He just looked straight at the door in front of him and said, "Give me back my scales."

"I won't give it back to you."

Lu Lianbai spoke in a hoarse voice, and couldn't help but hold her narrow waist tightly.

He grabbed the thin strap under the collar with his mouth, picked it up with his lips and teeth, and then gently let go. The strap bounced back to the skin, leaving a slightly wet red mark.

He bit the red skin of the thin shoulder and protested vaguely and stubbornly, "Little Fish is not allowed to give scales to others. No, you can't do that."

Hearing those two long-lost words, Jing Weimian's eyes slightly raised, but his tone was still calm and mocking, "Who is your little fish? Didn't you say you didn't want the scales? Why do you care who I give them to?"

Lu Lianbai was obviously feverish and unconscious at this moment. He only knew to hold her tightly and said "You are my little fish". Jing Weiman tried to pull his hand away, but Lu Lianbai immediately pressed her waist hard again, refusing to let go at all, and kept repeating words like "you are not allowed".

At first, Jing Weimian indulged herself and let this hot wall hug her tightly, but his body was too hot. Jing Weimian endured it for a while, and when she turned her head slightly to see the skin on her collarbone that was faintly scaly from the burn, she sighed softly and had to raise her hand to push his head away.

Just at this moment, she keenly heard a slight movement coming from the emergency passage. She suppressed her thoughts for the moment and said to the person inside: "Mr. Shi, please go first. Someone will contact you later."

When Lu Lianbai heard the latter part of the sentence, his breath became heavier, and his face was filled with murderous aura. He was about to rush in and solve the obstacles inside once and for all, but the next second, Jing Weimian said lightly, "You dare."

Lu Lianbai stopped abruptly, staring at the door ferociously and unwillingly like a strangled beast.

Mr. Shi waited nervously in the emergency passage for a while until he got a definite answer from Jing Weiman. Only then did he dare to push the door open and come out. He didn't bother to say anything to Jing Weiman and fled in a hurry.

Jing Weimian pulled the feverish Lu Lianbai a few steps forward in the corridor, opened a door with the chip room card that had been prepared in advance, and pushed the person in.

After closing the door, Jing Weimian directly put his hand under the hem of his thin shirt, pulled out the hem and took it off neatly. Then he raised his leg and kicked him to sit on the chair next to him. He bent his legs and placed them between his legs. He leaned over, grabbed his hands and tied them behind the back of the chair, and tied his hands into a knot with the clothes he had torn off.

Lu Lianbai did not struggle from beginning to end, but just stared at her who was lying on him with his eyes burning and moist, and his gaze followed her slow movements.

Jing Weimian successfully tied the man to the chair, then slowly raised his legs and leaned back lazily, leaning against the wall behind him.

While pressing on it with her toes, she looked clearly at the new and old scars on his upper body inch by inch. After a long while, two words came out from her pink lips.

"Dirty dog."