We've gathered enough evidence.

After watching several matches, the violence was extreme and the visual impact was intense.

Lin Hai and Queen Qi really couldn't stand it anymore.

"Qi, let's go back." Lin Hai shook his head.

Queen Qi nodded, the important evidence had already been collected, and the next step was up to the other undercover agents.

Moreover, many men around her had been glancing at her intentionally or unintentionally multiple times within half an hour.

Those greedy gazes were indescribably disgusting.

Just as they walked from the stands to the corridor, a panting voice came from behind.

"Excuse me, beautiful lady up ahead, wait a moment."

Lin Hai and Queen Qi stopped and turned around, only to see a portly middle-aged bald man, panting heavily as he hurried over, his shiny scalp glistening with sweat, clearly exhausted.

From a medical perspective of inspection, such a person would definitely be judged as a softie.

However, from a psychological point of view, such people often have a distorted possessiveness and special fetishes.

Faced with Queen Qi's alert gaze, the fat man quickly halted, not daring to be presumptuous—as Queen Qi had just shown her tremendously overwhelming Combat Power.

"Miss, may I ask what you do for a living?" the fatty asked with a smile, trying to sound as humble and amiable as possible.

Queen Qi remained wary, saying, "I don't have a job, just idling at home."

Thinking it over, that didn't seem quite reasonable, she pointed at Lin Hai and decisively added with a quick-witted quip: "Anyway, he's the one supporting me."

Lin Hai bulged his eyes at Qi.

Especially when she said "Anyway, he's the one supporting me," why did Queen Qi's eyes hold a tiny hint of expectation and a trace of pleasure?

The middle-aged fatty was taken aback and took a closer look at Lin Hai.

He then displayed a contemptuous sneer.

Internally, he was overjoyed.

Just a loser, at best a petty boss, and he loved showing off in front of such lower-class people.

At the same time, the fat man felt a tinge of pity—such a beautiful woman, was she blind? Choosing such a loser, a country bumpkin, as her support.

Immediately, the fatso felt emboldened, lifted his head, patted his little Bao bag, and said: "Miss, let's be friends. How about having dinner together tonight?"

After saying this, as if afraid that Queen Qi would not be persuaded, the fatty added: "I'm Jin Sanpang, and I have money—lots of brothers too~"

The fatty waited for Queen Qi to show star-struck eyes, then to smile flirtatiously at him, to link arms and walk away with him, leaving this country loser behind.

"If you waste any more of my time, I won't hesitate to slaughter you right here."

Queen Qi's voice was chillingly cold, as if the temperature around her suddenly plummeted, and her beautiful eyes conveyed an immense sense of explosive violence.

This sudden change made the fatty's legs go weak, almost scaring the daylights out of him.

After all, Queen Qi's Combat Power was no joke.

Lin Hai narrowed his eyes, sh*t, this fat bastard was looking down on him.

Also, Jin Sanpang, damn, what an arrogant name!

"Let's go!" Queen Qi grabbed Lin Hai's arm, ready to leave.

"Please wait a moment, beauty, I really do have money. How much does he give you a year? I'll offer double...no, triple...wrong, five times the price?"

"Hey, hey, don't go, I'll give ten times!"

The fat man sounded impatient, for it would be too much of a pity to watch such a top-notch beauty just slip away.

Suddenly, Queen Qi turned around, her little fist cracking with her knuckles ready, prepared to knock out the fatty in a second to spare herself from the buzzing fly in her ear.

Lin Hai pulled Queen Qi back: "We're a society governed by law, let's settle things peacefully and lovingly, we're civilized people with quality, I'll handle this."

The fatty snorted coldly at Lin Hai: "Kid, my bodyguard is outside. If you want a one-on-one, try my bodyguard, he's ex-special forces."

"No problem, I love communicating with special forces," Lin Hai said with a grin.

Queen Qi whispered to Lin Hai: "Linlin, don't show off. The bodyguards by these kinds of people are genuinely skilled."

Lin Hai shook his head: "It's fine, I, Lin, am a CEO of no small standing. Am I going to be frightened by a mere bodyguard? If the brothers in Huadu hear about this, they'll laugh me to death."

Now it was the fatty's turn to be stunned.

CEO?

If someone dares calling themselves CEO, it suggests their company isn't small.

Otherwise, people who run small businesses often mockingly refer to themselves as 'little boss' instead of pompously claiming to be CEO.

There's only one possibility: the seemingly unsophisticated fella here must have a not-too-shabby company.

Though fatty himself was wealthy, he wouldn't dare call himself a CEO.

"Who are you?" The fatty asked tentatively.

Lin Hai narrowed his eyes: "Didn't you want to court our beauty here? Start by telling me what car you drive?"

A wealth showdown? Jin Sanpang laughed, he had just bought a Porsche 911 that was also valued at over three million. When he bought it, he felt a bit of heartache, but now he realized it was quite the tool for showing off.

"I drive a Porsche 911. What about you?"

After speaking, the fatty glanced at Queen Qi and noticed she didn't show any change of expression at the mention of a Porsche 911. It seemed she wasn't impressed by such luxury cars at all.

Could it be this bumpkin drives an even better car?

The fatty shook his head, disbelieving.

Lin Hai drew out a long "Oh", then shook his head, muttering to himself: "Too cheap."

Cheap? Three million is cheap? Sh*t, aren't you afraid of your tongue getting a cramp from all that bluffing?!

"What the hell car do you drive?!" Jin Sanpang asked, unconvinced.

"Me? I'm usually accustomed to walking," Lin Hai said, expressing a playful smile.

Jin Sanpang looked contemptuous, walking? No car then no car, what a lame excuse, such a poor justification.

He had already prepared a range of face-slapping retorts in his mind, waiting to put Lin Hai in his place, then show off in front of the beauty, and then... hehehe.

"But occasionally I also drive," Lin Hai continued, changing his tune and smiling.

Jin Sanpang perked up his ears, ready to hear which brand of car and then ridicule it to nothing.

Lin Hai saw straight through Jin Sanpang's eager expression. He was used to dealing with such types, after all, he's been an old slick in society and could read someone's underlying motive with just a glance at their facial expression.

Pausing for a moment, Lin Hai intentionally drew out his tone to build suspense.

Jin Sanpang felt like his ears were going to tire out from standing up so long, still sh*t, no answer.

Just as he was growing impatient, Lin Hai finally spoke again.

"As for the car, well, there's nothing worth boasting about, just a Maybach."

Jin Sanpang scoffed immediately and released his prepared draft: "Heh, tch, I thought it was going to be something fancy, but just a piece of junk like that? A Maybach..."

The fatty's voice stopped abruptly, as though he was choked by an entire egg, his gaze locked on Lin Hai, filled with overwhelming shock:

"What did you say? Say it again?"

"A Maybach."

Lin Hai blinked and responded.

"Sss—" The fatty gasped sharply, disbelief peaking.

A Maybach, that's a luxury among luxuries!

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