Chapter 4852: Didn’t you count?

On the opposite side, Jiuwenlong fell to the ground in an instant. His right arm had been cut off at the shoulder level, and blood was spattering at this moment.

He was holding his broken arm with his left hand, gritting his teeth and feeling unbearable pain.

He looked up at Matsudaira Ouharu opposite him, as if he wanted to say something, but the severe pain made him speechless.

There were sighs all around.

On the one hand, I feel sorry for the strength of Matsudaira Ooharu, on the other hand, I feel pity for Jiu Wenlong.

Because of this defeat, Jiu Wenlong not only lost the trust of the Jinling circle, but also he will become a useless person from now on. I am afraid that he will spend the rest of his life being hunted down by his enemies.

"Go away——"

Songping Daqing did not give face to Xie Mengyao and others, but walked up to Jiu Wenlong, who was in unbearable pain, and kicked him away.

The Nine-Patterned Dragon flew out and directly hit the huge marble coffee table in front of Xie Mengyao and others.

The marble was cracked, the cups were in a mess, and Jiu Wenlong was spitting out blood, with only one breath left in his body.

The provocative scene made the whole atmosphere slightly silent.

Everyone looked at this scene with incomprehensible expressions.

No one could have imagined that Matsudaira Daharu would not only win, but also dare to slap her in the face so forcefully.

This is enough to show that there was already huge friction between the islanders and the Jinling Circle.

After a moment of silence, a lot of cheers came from the audience.

Some young girls even called Matsudaira Daoharu's name loudly. I guess they were not so excited when they called her daddy when they went home.

Although Xie Mengyao and others were not completely stunned by this scene, they still felt a headache when they squinted at the Jiu Wenlong lying in front of them.

After all, Jiuwenlong was already their strongest trump card, but they still lost unexpectedly.

The next few games will probably be more difficult.

"Miss Xie, Mr. Huo, how come you have become such useless people after losing Mr. Du?"

Opposite me, Wan Yanhen's eyes fell on Xie Mengyao with great interest at this moment, his eyes filled with undisguised greed and passion.

"This is your strongest trump card. Even he lost, what else can you do?"

"Could it be that the next few so-called masters were directly killed by our beloved General Matsudaira Oharu?"

"In that case, we will be one against ten!"

"Sometimes I really don't understand why people like you dare to antagonize my father and the Palace of Eternal Life."

“You really don’t know how to write the word death!”

"Of course, if you thank Miss Xie and promise to have a drink with me tonight, then I can let Matsudaira Daqing relax a little so that you won't lose so ugly, how about that?"

Hearing Wanyanhen's teasing tone that was half-laughing but not smiling, everyone in the Jinling circle turned dark.

The men and women in fine clothes beside Wan Yanhen laughed heartily, looking at Xie Mengyao and others with disdain on their faces.

As for Jin Junying and other high-ranking ladies who came to watch the game, they were all holding goblets and watching this scene with great interest.

It seems that the battle that concerns the future of Jinling does not have much to do with them.

This scene also made Ye Hao frown slightly. He thought that he might be able to take action and swell the face of the island countryman directly.

"Why do we lose again and again? Don't you have any idea in your heart, Wanyanhen?"

At this time, Du Guangqi couldn't help but stand up.


Chapter completed!