The black man gritted his teeth and returned to the field. Sweat flowed down his forehead. He roared and fisted at Ye Nianmo.

Fear is the beginning of failure. Ye Nianmo beat the other party to death until he had his last breath, and the other party could no longer get up.

The host announced that Ye Nianmo's victory was won. Two ladies holding signs carried the box and opened it in front of everyone, with 700,000 yuan in it.

"These are all this gentleman's." The host shouted loudly, holding the microphone.

Ye Nianmo bent down and took out a stack of banknotes from it. Everyone was paying attention to his actions.

With strong arms heading into the air, the banknotes flew towards the audience, and then another roll of banknotes was thrown into the audience.

Ye Nianmo looked at the scene coldly as these people bent down like wild animals to pick up money. Everyone was bent down, and the delicate woman was revealed.

He tightened his face, pulled open the spring railing, and ran into the crowd.

Those who ask for money are equal to those who have lost their minds. Ding Yiyi was squeezed around and pushed her away alone, picking up the US dollar she had stepped on her feet.

"It's okay!" Hai Zhuoxuan grabbed him first. Everyone at the scene was bent down to pick up money, and some people were stepped on, and cursed endlessly.

Ding Yiyi shook her head. Before she could stand firm, the two of them were rushed away by the crowd. The venue was in the shape of a staircase. She kept retreating, stepped on the edge of the staircase, and then fell backwards.

One hand held her waist firmly, the hand was covered in sweat, and her chest was floating violently.

Ye Nianmo picked up the person directly and walked to the backstage.

The backstage was quieter. The one-eyed man glanced at him and then hid his eyes elsewhere. He had already made a lot of money. As for how this man spent the money he earned, he didn't care.

"Are you hurt?" He frowned and looked at her.

Ding Yiyi waved her hand and slapped him, crying heart-wrenchingly, "What the hell are you doing!"

Ye Nianmo's face was beaten to the point of being beaten. He turned his head and was silent for a while, "Sorry."

"Ye Miao has a high fever, and no relative at home protects him, and you are spending your life here." Her chest was shaken violently due to anger, "Why! Because of that money!"

Ye Nianmo reached out his hand silently and hugged the trembling person in his arms, "I'm sorry, I really don't know what to do."

He kissed her forehead and kept apologizing. Hai Zhuoxuan stood quietly outside the door. He thought Ye Chuqing and Haizi had met. He really hoped to go back and see the two mothers and sons as soon as possible.

When the three of them left the gate of the underground boxing ring, it was already dawn, and the atmosphere was very heavy. Ding Yiyi was very angry, and Ye Nianmo was still unwilling to explain why he left his sick son so crazy.

Suddenly, a figure rushed towards this side, holding a knife in her hand. Because of her obesity, her speed was like a trap. Hai Zhuoxuan easily knocked off the knife in her hand and cut her forehead back behind her chest. "Where did you get the lunatic?"

"Ye Nianmo, please let the young master go!" Aili gasped.

Ye Nianmo looked at her arrogantly, raised her jaw, with no sense of contempt. He patted his palms a few times, walked up to her with a smile, "I've been looking for you for a long time, I'm very happy to see you again."

"Nian Mo, what's going on?" Hai Zhuoxuan was confused.

Aili's eyes suddenly looked at Ding Yiyi, "Miss Ding! He is the father of your child. If you do this, the child will hate you in the future, and you hate you for indulging others to hurt his father!"
Chapter completed!