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The young lord of the palace revealed a trace of a smile, gently holding his hand without replying.

Yue withdrew her hand with a meaningful look on her face, "Special forces were born, specializing in melee combat and long-range shooting, and were awarded special forces of all sizes. "I wonder what would a big shot like you be doing in our little secret base?"

Yin Yanyue was stunned by the pile of introductions.

What special forces?

Young Noble Gong was clearly the president of Gong Group, right? How did he suddenly become a special forces soldier?

Fang Mo, who was sitting at the side, did not change his expression, as if he was not listening to them.

The young noble laughed helplessly, turning his head to look at Yin Chengyue, who was standing beside him. Pausing for a moment, he raised his eyes to look at her, "I have already retired."

He was thirty-three years old and had retired from the Special Forces years ago.

However, this really couldn't deny the fact that he was once a commando.

Yin Yanyue breathed in and out. She finally came back to her senses. When she looked down, she found that the box of rice she had eaten was now empty.

"You ate my lunch?"

She turned her head towards the face of the young noble, her face filled with displeasure.

Even though he had brought her lunch, she had already eaten half of it. Yet, he had eaten it again. Wasn't this purposely angering her?

The young nobleman shook his head, indicating that he did not eat it.

Earlier, all of his attention had been focused on Yin Xianyue's match, and he hadn't found out who had eaten her lunch.

Yin Yanyue was stunned, her gaze turned towards the silent Fang Mo, "You ate it?"

Fang Mo did not reply.

This time, Yin Chengyue was sure that it was him who ate, but she didn't understand. Didn't he just say he ate? Why did he eat her lunch again?

"Seven, please come on stage."

The judge's voice on the stage attracted Yin Yanyue's attention.

With a single glance, he saw Number Seven already on stage. The one who was competing with him was a tanned man.

This was the last match of the first round. The second round would begin after the end of the seventh round.

After the second round ended, there would only be four people left. She would definitely be eliminated in this round.

Seven would definitely last until the last round. As for the young noble by her side, previously she thought that he would be eliminated in the first round. However, after listening to Yue Yue's words, she suddenly didn't know how far he would go.

"Help me get a glass of juice from the kitchen." Yin Yanyue cast aside her messy thoughts and turned to look at Fang Mo beside her.

Since he ate someone else's lunch, isn't it too much to let him get a glass of juice?

"Don't drink."

Fang Mo's expression was cold as he spoke to her in an indifferent tone, "You'll be beaten to the point of spitting juice later."

Yin Yanyue's expression immediately sank.

What did he mean?

Would she be beaten until she vomited juice?

At this moment, a "ding" sound suddenly came from the arena.

And then the judge announced, "The victor is number seven." This round has ended. The second round shall begin. "

The second round would decide the opponents in the arena by drawing lots.

Yin Chengyue had just thought that this match might make seven and one of the young masters of the palace his opponent, so one of them would definitely be eliminated in this round.

However, just as this thought flashed through her mind, she heard the referee saying, "Jue, please go up on stage."

The young noble stood up, expressionlessly stepping onto the stage.

Yin Yanyue subconsciously shifted his gaze to the body of Number Seven.

But at this moment, the judge's voice rang out once again, "A, please come up on stage."

Yin Yanyue's heart shook and he instantly shuddered.

She was going to fight with the viscount?

Hearing the name Yin Yanyue, the young noble's face could not help but freeze, but very quickly changed into a smile with a deeper meaning.

Yin Yanyue took a deep breath and slowly stood up from her seat.

"I'll go in your place."

Fang Mo's voice rang out once more. This was the fourth time he had repeated this sentence.

"You can't go."

Yin Yanyue looked down at him with a dark expression. "If you don't, I'll immediately tell you to go up. You think I don't want you to beat him up for me?"

Fang Mo did not reply.

She sighed, looked away, and stepped onto the arena.

If a person was unlucky, then whatever they were afraid of would come.

How did he get drawn out to fight with the viscount?

Fine, I'll just casually hit him.

Yin Chengyue sighed once again, he had already decided to play this match with an attitude of 'feigning death, acting weak, pretending to be an idiot', since he didn't need to show special respect towards him.

As a result, she took a few steps back at the start of the match. She neither defended nor attacked but stood straight.

She was certain that the young noble would not be cruel to her, so she only needed to take the opportunity to lie on the ground and pretend to be dead.

However, when she took one step back, the viscount suddenly reached out and grabbed her arm, turning her body around and hugging her tightly.

Yin Yanyue's face sank. He didn't care about acting weak, he just wanted to get out of his arms immediately.

So he put his elbow on his chest and pressed his calf against his thigh, trying to turn him upside down.

However, with his height and weight, and with his stable chassis, he was unable to move no matter how hard she tried.

This created a situation where both of Gong Shaowen's arms were around Yin Yanyue's shoulders, locking her in his arms. No matter how Yin Yanyue struggled, she couldn't get out.

Why did it seem like they were flirting with each other?

The agents off-stage were stunned. They all suspected that the two of them were here to have sex.

Yin Yanyue knew that his strength was inferior to his, so he definitely couldn't defeat the young noble, so he immediately changed his strategy and stepped on the young noble's toes with all his might.

Normally, the secret service wouldn't use such a despicable method.

But for someone like her, whose strength was far inferior to her, who could play dirty tricks, this was the most suitable.

Just as expected, the viscount felt the pain on his leg and instantly frowned, taking a big step back.

Yin Yanyue took this opportunity to slap his face and struggle free from his embrace.

Stinking hooligan!

She glared at the viscount with a look of displeasure.

Just now, they really should have let Fang Mo come up and have a good "intimacy" with these two men who were over 18 years old.

The young noble looked down at his stomped feet, and gave a helpless smile, this was the meaning of a battle, it was simply playing along with Yin Chengyue.

Yin Yanyue breathed a sigh of relief but still decided to follow her original plan. She continued to pretend to be dead, stupid and weak.

So this time, she chose to attack according to her habit of hitting the vital points with every move.

However, the speed of the young noble was much faster than she expected, she had no way to even touch him.

On the other hand, with a sudden wave of his hand, he could once again hold her in his arms.