Chapter 92: Chapter 91: Mason Quinn Can’t Do It, Warning from Sister Qi
"Come on up!"
George Xyler casually tossed his suit jacket aside and was the first to step onto the ring. As he rolled up his sleeves, he invited lightly.
Mason Quinn chuckled and wasn’t afraid, flipping up to the ring directly.
The result.
Just as he stood firm on the ring, George Xyler came sweeping with a leg, and he instantly fell.
"Damn, pulling a sneak attack, I wasn’t even ready."
Mason Quinn touched his back and stared at the person in front of him, speaking up.
George Xyler chuckled playfully, "How could you call it a sneak attack? The moment you stood on the ring, it already started."
Oh, you’re good with words.
Mason Quinn rotated his wrist, lifting his chin, "Again."
As soon as the words fell.
George Xyler’s fierce fist, carrying a cold wind, came directly at him. Mason Quinn twisted his body to evade, then turned his fingers into a fist and hit back without mercy.
George Xyler raised an eyebrow, sidestepped, grabbed his wrist, and executed a clean over-the-shoulder throw.
He stood over him, looking down, chuckling lightly, "Mason Quinn, you’re not up to it!"
Speak for yourself.
"You can’t speak properly," Mason Quinn spat.
As a man, he absolutely couldn’t be questioned. Thinking this, he launched another attack.
Julian Sia sat on the sofa on the side, his legs crossed on the coffee table, holding a glass of red wine, gently swaying it.
He lazily watched the exchanges between the two, his curved lips revealing that his mood was quite good at the moment.
Half an hour later.
"No more, no more."
Mason Quinn supported himself with one hand behind him, sitting on the ground, panting heavily, as sweat dripped down his forehead and across his cheeks, calling for a truce.
After a pause, he touched the stinging spots on his face; damn it, George Xyler really struck hard, aiming specifically for the face.
"How do you feel," George Xyler said hoarsely, wiping the sweat off his forehead with a handkerchief.
As he finished speaking.
Mason Quinn rolled his eyes, gesturing to his face, "What do you think? How am I supposed to show my face now?"
George Xyler stared at Mason Quinn’s complexion, bruised and red, and burst out laughing without any sympathy.
"Even with injuries, Master Qin’s charm is untarnished. If you don’t believe me, ask Master Julian."
Julian Sia leisurely drank his wine. Hearing this, he slightly raised an eyebrow, "When was he ever charming?"
"Haha, Master Julian, you’re too merciless."
Mason Quinn pouted as he looked at the two, these are his good brothers from childhood.
"Alright, get up." George Xyler extended his hand with a smile.
Glaring at the hand for a few seconds, Mason Quinn suddenly vented his frustration by delivering a sharp slap, the crisp sound echoing in the practice room.
The sting made George Xyler frown slightly. He looked at the red mark on the back of his hand and couldn’t help but smile.
Indeed, unwilling to admit defeat.
"Is Young Master Qin planning to continue practicing?"
"Get lost," Mason Quinn borrowed his hand, rising angrily.
...
"Master Julian, yesterday Lowe came looking for you," Mason Quinn, having taken a shower, came downstairs nonchalantly in a bathrobe.
Julian Sia acknowledged, his voice indifferent, "Buying arms at tenfold the price."
Upon hearing, Mason Quinn marveled inwardly, Master Julian really is formidable.
"As expected, only Master Julian can handle it."
"Master Julian, F Continent is experiencing the calm before the storm right now, those estates are all scheming against each other, hoping to eliminate their rivals. Selling arms to Lowe at this time, perhaps those guys can’t sit still anymore!"
George Xyler took a drag on his cigarette and expressed his analysis.
Upon hearing this, Julian Sia curved his lips coldly, a glint of coldness in his eyes.
"If they don’t create chaos, how can F Continent undergo a reshuffle."
When the two heard this, they immediately couldn’t sit still.
Listening to Master Julian, it seemed he planned to reorganize F Continent?
Mason Quinn and George Xyler exchanged glances, both seeing schadenfreude in each other’s eyes—being targeted by Master Julian, those estates were in for it.
However.
George Xyler suddenly was deep in thought, "Master Julian, you never had this thought before."
Apart from their Mandrake Estate, the other forces in F Continent were on par. If Master Julian wanted, he could have done it earlier; it wouldn’t have dragged until now.
Unless, it was for a purpose.
Upon hearing these words, Julian Sia’s gaze lingered for a few seconds. Then he chuckled low and did not speak further.
After all, with a money-grubber at home, a reshuffled F Continent would make just the right gift.
George Xyler looked at Julian Sia with confusion written all over his face.
...
At M Country Airport.
Claire Green frowned at the two people in front of her, one big and one small, a slight annoyance in her eyes.
"Miss Green, what a coincidence."
Caleb Green, seemingly oblivious to the girl’s displeasure, spoke with a smile while holding Benjamin Green’s hand.
Claire Green’s delicate face cracked a slight grin, "Young Master Green sure knows how to have fun, opting not to use a private jet, but competing with ordinary people for seats."
"Even private jets get old sometimes. Today, Ben suddenly wanted to take a business flight. Didn’t expect to meet you, and besides, I paid for it, so it doesn’t count as stealing."
Caleb Green told the lie so smoothly that Benjamin Green couldn’t help but applaud inwardly.
As expected from his brother, pure Versailles style.
Claire Green scoffed, lowering her gaze to hide the coldness in her eyes, choosing not to look at them anymore.
But how could Caleb Green give up when he specifically came here for Claire Green today?
"Is Miss Green planning to return to Bayne City? We are heading there too."
Claire Green lifted her eyelids, "So?"
"Sister, my brother means we can go together."
Benjamin Green pulled back his hand, ran to Claire Green, and wrapped his arms around her leg, displaying a cherubic face.
Claire Green saw his smooth face, her hands itching, but her expression remained calm, "Unlucky for you, I don’t want to."
Ah.
Benjamin Green’s little face instantly fell, pouting, "Why not?"
"Miss Green seems to quite dislike us," Caleb Green pointed out candidly.
Claire Green smiled coldly, warning him, "Since Young Master Green knows this, don’t waste time on me," She paused briefly, her expression indifferent, "I have a bad temper and don’t have the patience to play with you."
As soon as the words fell, Caleb Green was quiet for a few seconds, then his eyes filled with a smile, dropping the pretense directly.
"Indeed, my intentions might not be pure, but if Miss Green can resolve my doubts, I will naturally leave."
Caleb Green thought for a moment, then added, "Of course, if you don’t want to talk, that’s fine. I’m going to Bayne City for another reason as well, to find Master Julian."
After listening.
Claire Green’s annoyance deepened, and she exuded an icy aura.
She glared coldly at Caleb Green for a few seconds, and then withdrew her gaze, her tone chillingly impatient.
"Do as you please."
Then she pulled down her hat brim, closed her eyes, hiding the impatience in her eyes.
Benjamin Green saw this and immediately turned to glare, his big eyes blaming Caleb Green.
"Brother, how could you say that! Sister is angry now."
He softly spoke, resentment in his voice.
Caleb Green watched the girl and patted him on the head, "She simply dislikes us."
"No way," Benjamin Green shook his head, "The first time we met, sister was kind to me."
Although he couldn’t understand why this time, despite her answering him, she was wrapped in aloofness.
Caleb Green reflected, "Perhaps Bayne City will have the answers we want."
Nearby, dozing with closed eyes, Claire Green heard their conversation. Sarcasm flashed deep in her eyes, how naive.