Treasure hunt in warehouse, start awakening treasure appraisal system

Chapter 47
Asilman gave Condon a wink.

Kang Dun immediately understood, rubbed his fists with a sneer and walked forward slowly.

"Mr. Jeston, you shouldn't say that about Master Asherman."

Condon still said very kindly, even though he clenched his fist so loudly that it kept ringing.

Jeston raised his finger provocatively at Condon, indicating that he could take action.

The slight contemptuous smile on the corner of his mouth showed that he didn't take Kang Dun seriously at all.

"Condon, you are just a dog raised by the Edward family. You are not qualified to bark in front of me."

Having said this, Conton's face suddenly became ugly.

The already dark face was twisted into a ball at this moment, looking extremely hideous.

Kang Dun groaned, and his huge figure quickly resembled a fierce tiger.

The tall figure instantly enveloped Jeston below.

Condon was about to hit Jeston in the face with a punch, but Jeston turned slightly to avoid it.

And the moment Jeston sideways dodged Condon's punch, he also didn't miss this excellent opportunity to fight back.

I saw his left arm, which was covered by Condon's body, suddenly clenched his fist, and with all his strength, he hammered upward.

Condon received a solid punch in the stomach.

Fortunately, Conton's tall body gave him a good defense.

This punch did not make Condon fall down, even though the force of the punch was not small.

Seeing that Jeston was dodging, Conton turned around and punched him again.

The punches were like thunder, and everyone in the arena heard a gust of punches roaring towards Jaston.

Jeston didn't show any fear, he squatted down halfway, then raised his right leg and kicked Condon's lower third.

This time, Kang Dun was in pain, and he didn't have any more strength, so he lay down on the ground.

With this kick, Jaston used all his strength. He would not even think about whether Condon would have no descendants because of this incident.

Conton was just a dog raised by Asilman, even if he died, he would not care about it.

What's more, it's just a simple fight.

"Asilman, I said you are just a child, you are really just a child, look, your dogs are lying on the ground now, tsk tsk tsk."

Jeston cast a contemptuous glance at Asirman.

"Old man, I said, I like this hat very much, I plan to give it to my wife, 600 million, I bought it."

"Young gentleman, it seems that you haven't understood that what you like doesn't necessarily have to be yours."

Chen Xinghua was still not afraid of Jeston's aggressive attitude, and even had the urge to touch this young man.

But he held back, he is quite old, if he still touches people, he is afraid that it will be a fart right away.

"I call you an old man to give you face, don't give you shame, look at you, you should all be Asians, right? Why did a group of yellow-skinned monkeys appear in your place? It seems that you have been really serious all these years It’s getting more and more useless.”

Jeston glanced at Chen Xinghua disdainfully, his eyes scanning several people one by one.

His eyes paused for a moment when he glanced over Wang Xin and Su Fangya.

He smiled and said: "Miss, if you are interested, I can take you to drink? What do you think? I have a bar in Los Angeles, which is in the rich area. If you want, that bar can be yours. of."

Seeing that Jeston actually turned his attention to his sister.

Su Jie couldn't bear this point.

He was not so angry even when Jeston brought him in and cursed yellow-skinned monkeys.

In the slums of America over the years, he had heard such dirty words a lot.

Especially Asians like him are the most unpopular in a place like this.

It seems like everyone in this place is connected in tandem.

Whether it is white people or black people whose conflicts with white people are increasing day by day.

Both sides showed an unusual xenophobia towards the yellow race from Asia.

It's been like this for all these years, and he feels that there is nothing he can't bear.

However, people always have a bottom line.

His bottom line is his sister.

I have seen my older sister since I was a child, the younger sister who is being raised by my daughter.

Hold it in your palm for fear of falling apart, hold it in your mouth for fear of melting.

How could he tolerate a dubious man casually flirting with his sister like this?

"You'd better take back your disgusting eyes and your disgusting words."

Su Jie appeared, blocking Jaston's gaze and blocking Su Fangya behind him.

By the way, Wang Xin and Su Fangya stood behind him together.

"You? Who is it? A yellow-skinned monkey?"

Su Jie looked at him coldly, his eyes were extremely cold.

"Oh, boy, I still want to take these two beautiful ladies away today? Two ladies? What do you say? If it's a bar, I still have a bar street."

Saying that, Jeston looked at Su Fangya and Wang Xin behind Su Jie with that kind of lustful eyes.

However, this time, Su Jie didn't let Jeston look over.

A fist hit Jeston directly.

The corner of Jeston's mouth twitched, and a sneer appeared on his face.

All that was waiting was for this Asian kid to charge forward recklessly.

The two yellow-skinned girls behind him are also very good-looking, and they must be brought back this time.

He looked at Su Jie's fist coldly. In his eyes, this fist was the same as Conton's fist before, extremely slow.

He avoided Su Jie's fist by turning sideways.

Seeing his movements, Su Jie smiled coldly, just at the moment Jeston was about to avoid Su Jie's punch by turning sideways.

Su Jie leaned forward, and his whole body fell forward.

Seeing this scene, Jeston sneered even more.

However, the next moment, Su Jie lifted his foot forward, and the arm with the fist stretched out suddenly bent.

He bent his arm and pushed it towards Jaston's chest with the strength of his elbow.

This top is not a single pain like a fist.

A large piece of Jeston's chest felt severe pain at this moment.

However, the powerful impact pushed him back several steps and he couldn't stop.

Su Jie's movements didn't stop there. With a drop of his palm and elbow, his figure flickered in front of everyone like a shadow.

Immediately afterwards, everyone saw that Jeston was lifted from the ground like a little chicken.

Then the man who carried Jeston grabbed Jeston's charming long hair that had been styled with hairspray.

Pulled his hair and threw it on a table full of drinks.

"Crackling!"

There were bursts of wine bottles or the sound of being smashed.

The shock made everyone's scalps tingle for a while, as if it wasn't Jeston who was hit, but himself.

(End of this chapter)