Dressed as the villain's cannon fodder daughter

On the edge of the iron net in the underground boxing ring, Lu Xiong is handsome and tough.Stretching his muscles and bones, his fierce eyes fixed on the opponent who was about to punch in the center of the ring.

It was a foreign bald man half a head taller than him.

After a while.

The second round of the game of life and death officially began.

In the center of the boxing ring was the gunpowder battlefield where the rounds were fought, and the smell of blood in the air caused the audience to roar wildly.

Rick frowned and lowered his eyes, not understanding why Lu Zeyuan let the man fight with the boxer.

Do you want that man to die?

The audience around the ring shouted in unison, "bob! bob!"

The lights around were dimmed, and the light beams all hit the center of the ring.

But it was only a dozen moves, and within a few minutes, Lu Xiong, who was violent and ruthless, fatally hit the opponent's vitals with a roundabout kick, ended the war.

The burly bald man fell unconscious.

Suddenly there was silence around the ring.

Rick's blue eyes froze at the perfect location directly behind the railing on the second floor.

That bald man is the second-ranked boxer in the underground boxing ring, and he solved it so easily?

Looking at his moves just now, they are completely different from those boxers.

Rick raised his jaw and looked at the man opposite, and saw him watching everything that happened in the ring with a blank face, as if he had predicted that his men would win.

Lu Zeyuan, you are really interesting.

Rick tilted his head, his eyes flashed sharply, and his tone was low: "kern, let locke gotothering and compare with thatchinaman."

Kern nodded and walked downstairs.

Ten minutes later, Lu Xiong stepped into the ring again, and he looked up to the second floor above.

Lu Zeyuan's legs crossed casually, and the dim light covered his outline from the brow bone to the bridge of the nose, gloomy and three-dimensional.

Seeing this, Lu Xiong understood.

He must win!

Lu Xiong and the No. [-] fighter in the underground boxing ring exchanged a few moves, and their limbs collided with each other.

Sweat wet Lu Xiong's jet-black forehead hair, and the tight tension lay dormant for a long time, ready to go.

In the end, he did not disappoint the young master, he won.

Rick was puzzled, he got up hurriedly, walked to the railing, supported the railing with both hands, and stared coldly at the boxing ring below.

Kern, who was standing behind, was stunned for a moment by the prince's reaction.

He stepped forward slowly, "prince!"

Rick raised his hand to signal him to shut up.

After seeing the result, Lu Zeyuan on the opposite side lost interest in the subsequent life-and-death contest, got up and left.

Outside Casino Royale.

Lu Xiong held a bag in his hand, he hesitated to speak: "Master, this money..."

Lu Zeyuan looked at the night and said in a deep voice, "Of course you win, so don't ask such stupid questions next time."

Lu Xiong said respectfully: "Yes, I understand."

"Ah Xiong, there's no need to be so humble, you are not those servants of the Lu family."

"Master, I clearly know my identity. If my father knows, I will bear the blame."

Lu Zeyuan scolded sharply: "Stubborn donkey!"

Lu Xiong lowered his head, his voice hoarse: "Master, I have known since I was a child that I was born for you."

"That old pedantic Uncle Feng will brainwash you."

"Master, my father is not old and pedantic..."

"Not pedantic, he is my father's deputy and a soldier, yet he makes his son a servant, and I don't know what he has in mind." Lu Zeyuan taunted sharply.

Lu Xiong was startled, "Father..."

"Lu Xiong, you have never been my servant, you were not in the past, and you will never be in the future."

Lu Xiong is only one year younger than him, when he was five years old, Lu Xiong's father Lu Lifeng brought him to meet him.

Lu Lifeng said to his four-year-old son in front of him, "This is the young master, you will protect him with your life from now on."

At the age of five, he was not as ignorant as ordinary children. At that time, he understood the meaning of Lu Lifeng's words.

But the four-year-old Lu Xiong didn't understand what his father meant, but he still nodded obediently in response.

Perhaps since then, Lu Xiong has lived with this goal in mind.

And as Lu's eldest son, he never liked his father's "warlord" style since he was a child.

He had already chosen a path that was contrary to his father, so naturally he would not follow the path his father arranged for him.

When he was young, there was no freedom, he admitted it.

He also suffered from the repressed and heavy childhood.

The mood of the handsome young man has long been deviated.

He came to study abroad because he didn't want to talk to that stubborn father, and his mother was always a peacemaker between the father and son.

After years of depression, he finally broke through the walls of the mansion and imprisoned him.

Lu Zeyuan is sensible and forward-looking. He is very grateful to his father for teaching him to recognize the world of the weak and the strong.

So he is more clear about his goal, he will lead the Lu family to take a different path.

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The next day.

The training room on the second floor of the villa.

When Lu Zeyuan and Lu Xiong were fighting each other, a man suddenly walked in and explained his purpose.

"Master, Master Bai has arrived, and he is outside in the garden now."

At this time, Lu Zeyuan hit Lu Xiong's abdomen with several elbows in turn, and he let go of his strength when he heard the words.

"Get here first today."

Lu Xiong snorted, covered his stomach, and pursed his lips tightly, "Yes, young master."

Lu Xiong understands that his young master's skill is better than him.

As the next heir of the Lu family, how could he be a gentle and modest son?

Lu Zeyuan left the training room, went back to his room, took a shower, and changed into a pure black Chinese suit.

Then went downstairs.

in the living room.

Seeing Lu Zeyuan coming down, a beautiful girl with tears welling up in her eyelashes immediately threw herself into his arms, sobbing softly.

"Big brother."

Lu Zeyuan looked down at the younger sister in his arms, and silently raised his eyes to look at the handsome man opposite, with a serious and serious face.

"Bai Zhenlin, are you bullying my sister?"

The girl withdrew from her brother's embrace, letting go of the misunderstanding, "Brother, no, brother Zhenlin didn't bully me."

Lu Zeyuan brushed her slender fingers over her cheeks, wiped away her tears, and asked, "Qing Ge, why are you crying?"

Lu Qingge's eyes were red, his sadness was obvious, his throat was sore, he paused for a while, and explained the reason: "Because... because my mother was sick and hospitalized..."

The sudden bad news made Lu Zeyuan's face change suddenly, "Bai Zhenlin, what's going on?"

Bai Zhenlin looked disappointed, and briefly described Lu's mother's physical condition.

"Auntie's health is not very good. I have missed you too much in the past two years. Her body has already been exhausted. Now she is hanging on the medicine in the hospital. She is holding on and waiting for you to go back. She wants to see you, see you The son who has been away from home for more than two years..."

When Lu Zeyuan was 12 years old, his mother gave birth to the third child prematurely for some unknown reason, and finally had a difficult delivery. The doctor gave his father a critical illness notice, whether to protect the older one or the younger one.

How could the father be willing to let that child hurt his beloved wife? He decided to save his mother.

His younger brother died in infancy.

Perhaps the mother's body began to break down after that birth.

Lu Zeyuan's handsome eyes moved slightly, he paused, and his voice sank.

"Go home immediately."