bestfiction Chapter 164 Help
Chapter 164 Help
Cohen broke out in a cold sweat from the pain, but he didn't cry out. Instead, a strange smile appeared on his face.
Come to think of it, no one has dared to lay a hand on him for a long time.
He has always lived in a high position, and people around him either flatter him or are afraid of him.
Xia Qingluo has just seen Xia Wan'er's miserable condition. Isn't she afraid that she will suffer the same consequence as Xia Wan'er?
Cohen actually thought Xia Qingluo was a little interesting and teased, "Miss Xia, you treat me like this, aren't you afraid that I will retaliate against you?"
Xia Qingluo sneered, "You brought me to the Colosseum, which is a declaration of war. How could I be afraid of you?"
Cohen frowned, a hint of confusion flashing in his eyes.
He seemed to suddenly realize something, as if an important piece of the puzzle was out of place.
Didn’t Luosha ask Xia Wan’er to act out the deep sisterly love and act it out in his arena?
The thugs who captured Xia Qingluo and Xia Wan'er, and the people who brought them in, were all undercover agents planted by Luosha in his territory.
Cohen suddenly understood something.
He had never understood why Luosha would do such a thing and bring people to his territory.
Because Luosha already knew Xia Qingluo's destructive power, he didn't dare to bring him to his territory.
Cohen cursed Rakshasa countless times in his heart.
He wanted to explain to Xia Qingluo, but before he could utter a syllable, he was slapped in the face again.
Xia Qingluo had a clear goal, which was to slap Cohen in the face.
Cohen could have used his hands to block Xia Qingluo's attack, or even counterattacked with it.
He has some skills, and men are inherently much stronger than women.
But Xia Qingluo's feet kept kicking at his vitals with great force, so he had to use both hands to defend himself.
Because if he used only one hand, his fingers would probably be broken.
The white sunflower parrot screamed in fear: "Help! Help! Help!"
The pink sunflower parrot paced back and forth on the branch anxiously, but was powerless to do anything.
Animals have very strong instincts, and when they encounter a more terrifying existence, they dare not move forward.
Finally, Xia Qingluo was a little tired from fighting, so he stopped for half a minute to stretch his wrists.
Cohen felt dizzy and it was as if a train was passing by his ears. He almost lost consciousness.
He gritted his teeth, trying to keep himself conscious, and asked, "I didn't capture you. I didn't even know you before this."
Xia Qingluo's palm, which had already turned slightly red, paused in mid-air, with a flash of surprise in his eyes, "Didn't you send Xia Wan'er to please me?"
Cohen's face was bruised and swollen, and his deep blue eyes were mostly covered by black eyelids, which looked a bit funny.
Cohen spat out a mouthful of blood. "I didn't even know Xia Wan'er before this. You got the wrong person!"
Xia Qingluo opened her lips slightly and looked into Cohen's swollen eyes with surprise. There was no sign that she was lying.
Did she really hit the wrong person?
Xia Qingluo grabbed Cohen's collar, pulled him up, and asked coldly, "Then why did Xia Wan'er bring me to your Colosseum?"
Cohen raised his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth. Because his eyes were swollen, he could not see Xia Qingluo clearly.
"Xia Wan'er was sent by someone else. I am not your enemy..."
Xia Qingluo's eyes turned cold instantly and he clenched his fists, "Who is it! Who is it?"
Cohen smiled and said, "Ms. Xia, every time you slapped someone, you hit the wrong person. Shouldn't you apologize to me first?"
There was no way Xia Qingluo would apologize. Even if she had found the wrong person, Cohen was a complete scumbag.
She said calmly, "Those slaps should be considered as those given by the victims who died in the Colosseum. If we calculate it based on 100 slaps per head, how many slaps do you still owe me?"
Cohen's face was full of disdain. He was too lazy to waste words with Xia Qingluo on those women in the Colosseum.
He returned to the previous topic and asked the questions he was more concerned about. "If you want to get information from me, shouldn't you also put out your chips?"
Cohen was trying to induce Xia Qingluo to reveal the special thing in her.
Xia Qingluo frowned slightly, and began to think seriously about what Cohen wanted.
She thought back to the women's sexy clothes and couldn't help but frown.
Xia Qingluo suddenly felt extremely nauseous and loosened her hand that was pulling Cohen's collar. She felt like she had touched a dirty and greasy man, and she took out a tissue and wiped it with disgust.
At the same time, her gaze moved downward, and murderous intent seemed to spread from her eyes.
Cohen was instantly alert and blocked it with his hands, "What do you want to do! I'm asking you for chips, not asking you to take chips from me!"
He really couldn't understand.
Why is Xia Qingluo targeting his descendants so much?
He didn't do that to the women in the Colosseum, and he didn't bother to do that.
Xia Qingluo raised his eyebrows slightly, "It doesn't matter. Whether you have that intention or not, I think you should pay a price."
She picked up the water-based pen on the ground, held it high, and smiled brightly.
Cohen's pupils suddenly shrank, and he saw that the pen was about to fall.
The next second, hurried footsteps were heard. The sound of high heels was crisp and loud, coming from far away at an extremely fast speed.
Xia Qingluo quickly stood up, threw the pen on the table, and pretended nothing had happened.
After all, this is Cohen's territory, so she still has to be more restrained.
Amy knocked gently on the office door. She walked in gracefully with a tea tray and froze in her tracks.
The office was in a mess, as if it had just experienced a small storm.
There were leaves scattered all over the ground. The money tree that was once lush and leafy now fell to the ground pitifully. The flowerpot was broken and the soil was splashed everywhere.
The parrot's melon seed feed was scattered all over the floor, mixed with the documents on the desk.
Cohen's gold-plated and diamond-encrusted wheelchair also overturned, and Cohen himself was half-sitting on the ground.
Amy almost didn't recognize it was Cohen.
The face that usually looked like a supermodel that could appear directly on the cover of a fashion magazine had now become bruised and swollen.
The area around his eyes was bruised and purple, as if covered with a thick layer of ink; his cheeks were swollen and blood was oozing out.
Because the injuries were all on his face, there was no sense of brokenness or weakness, but instead he looked particularly miserable.
His shirt was no longer neat and straight; the collar was askew, with a small bloodstain on it that was particularly eye-catching.
The back of his hand, with distinct joints, was covered in black and blue bruises, and was swollen as if he had been hit hard by a heavy object. His fingers were also trembling slightly.
Amy was so frightened that she almost dropped the cup on the plate in her hand. After a while, she came to her senses and stammered, "President...what's wrong with you?"