chapter 8 Bai Di's adopted son ===

Oscar Lyson Chuan was confused. He had just removed the fire poison from Wesley Winlow, why did it happen now?

Moreover, it is so good that he is not dead, but he has the lust among the six desires.

I have no experience in this area.

He suppressed the impulse of blood and comforted him: "Antonia Sled, let me go quickly, I will help you detoxify."

"You are the best antidote."

Wesley Winlow voice was soft and soft, with a bit of charm in it, and the hand holding Oscar Lyson became harder and harder.

Oscar Lyson didn't have time to think about it and stretched his hand to the tattoo on Vince's waist. At this time, he could only rely on the fire spirit beads to absorb the fire poison and restore Wesley Winlow calmness.

His hands moved along his waist, groping for the tattoo.

The touch is soft and delicate, with warm body temperature, which makes Oscar Lyson energy and blood continue to rush down.

Bang bang bang.

Sudden.

The passenger window was knocked loudly.

Oscar Lyson and Wen Antonia Sled were like frightened deer. They jumped back into their seats and looked out the car window.

Al Yale half-bent, his honest face appeared at the car window, and shouted loudly: "Antonia Sled, the boss asked you to send Brother Lin off, so go home quickly."

"I know, Uncle Ye."

Wesley Winlow responded impatiently, and suddenly stepped on the accelerator. The car swooped out, and Al Yale shouted from behind: "Antonia Sled, what are you doing? Are you going to elope with Brother Lin? You have to think clearly. He is Yang..."

The voice gradually became blurred, and it was difficult to hear what Al Yale said.

Wesley Winlow looked excited, holding the steering wheel with both hands. The speed of the car was getting faster and faster. Oscar Lyson saw that the stopwatch had reached 130k/h.

This is an urban area, the speed of 130 is not speeding, it is exceeding the limit.

However, as a person who had died once, Oscar Lyson could not bring him sensory stimulation at this speed.

Wesley Winlow originally wanted to see Oscar Lyson embarrassed, but she didn't expect Oscar Lyson's expression to be calm. She was surprised and said, "Aren't you afraid?"

"Why be afraid?"

"snort!"

Wesley Winlow snorted angrily and said with a pretty face, "You just touched me on purpose again, right?"

"Don't accuse me wrongly. You are suffering from a fire attack and I am treating you. Don't forget, I am a doctor."

Oscar Lyson Chuan explained immediately.

Looking back, I felt something was wrong. Why did the fire poison attack unexpectedly and then suddenly recover? Could it be that Wesley Winlow was deliberately pretending.

Is she seducing me?

Before Oscar Lyson could think clearly, Wesley Winlow waved his pink fist, bared his teeth and claws like a little lion and said, "Anyway, I'm warning you, don't touch me again, or I'll beat you up."

"Okay, okay, I won't touch you."

Facing this unruly young lady, Oscar Lyson could only raise his hands and surrender.

The car drove forward and stopped in front of a high-end club. Wesley Winlow unbuckled his seat belt and said, "Come on, have a drink with me."

"Um?"

Oscar Lyson looked confused. What was going on?

Wesley Winlow urged: "Are you a man? Come on, are you afraid that I will eat you?"

Oscar Lyson had been running around for several days because of his sister's affairs. He was exhausted physically and mentally. He happened to have a drink to relieve his fatigue, so he nodded and said, "Okay, let's see if you dare to eat my little brother."

Because Wesley Winlow called Oscar Lyson Chuan Lin's little brother, he said this in order to get closer to each other.

But Wesley Winlow misunderstood the words and spat: "Bah, you stinking gangster."

After saying that, he turned around and walked into the club.

Oscar Lyson was confused: "You called me little brother Lin, why are you angry again?"

"I'm too lazy to explain to you."

"What can't you say? Why are you so hesitant to talk to me?"

Oscar Lyson scratched his head and said.

These words made Wesley Winlow more angry, and he didn't know whether Oscar Lyson was really pure or pretending to be crazy.

The two of them arrived at the rooftop terrace. There were very few people, there was dim light, and soothing music lingered in their ears. The scene was a little different from what Oscar Lyson expected.

Wesley Winlow sat lazily on the chair, looking at the half-moon in the sky with his beautiful eyes, gently shaking the wine glass in his hand, as beautiful as a picture scroll.

The picture scroll didn't last long. After half a glass of wine was consumed, Wesley Winlow cheeks turned red and his eyes were blurred. He was actually drunk.

She was lying on the table, talking incoherently, and Oscar Lyson couldn't hear it at all.

"I still drink with this amount of alcohol..."

Oscar Lyson said helplessly, just as he was about to take Wesley Winlow away, the appearance of a person caught his eye.

Rodney Warth, with gauze wrapped around his head, walked up to the terrace, followed by a young man in a white suit, his eyes full of anger, and he was chattering incessantly.

The young man in the white suit is very similar to Rodney Warth. His eyes are cold and sinister, as if only someone who has killed someone can have this kind of temperament.

"Hey, did bloody jade let Rodney Warth go?"

Oscar Lyson was a little surprised and shook his head secretly: "What a chivalrous person, it seems that the bloody jade is just in vain."

Rodney Warth and Wang Haolin sat down not far away, and what they said was clearly heard by Oscar Lyson.

"Brother, Oscar Lyson has gone too far to bully others. No matter what, you have to say this for me."

"Kill him?"

"If you can kill him, of course it would be best."

"Haha, it's just a dog's life. If I say a word, I don't know how many people are rushing to kill him."

"By the way, brother, don't tell dad about this. If he knows that I'm looking for you, he will definitely be angry."

"Don't worry, I won't talk too much. What's more, my father asked me to take this path, isn't it just to let me take action when you need it?"

Oscar Lyson didn't expect that the man in white suit turned out to be Rodney Warth's brother.

From his tone, it seemed as if murder was just a trivial matter in his eyes.

"Looks like he's from Jianghu."

Oscar Lyson was thinking secretly when he heard Rodney Warth say: "Oscar Lyson's sister is a beauty. When he dies, I will play with his sister first and then throw her into your club to make money."

Oscar Lyson knew that Rodney Warth would not give up on him, but he didn't expect that this pervert was still plotting against his sister.

He couldn't help but look back, and for a moment, his eyes met with Rodney Warth.

Rodney Warth shook the wine glass in his hand, with deep hatred in his eyes, and shouted in surprise: "Oscar Lyson, okay, we are really enemies on the same road!"

Although he didn't know what evil had happened to him before, Rodney Warth placed all the blame on Oscar Lyson and couldn't wait to take revenge.

"Oh, he is Oscar Lyson?"

The man in the white suit looked over with interest, looking Oscar Lyson up and down with condescending eyes.

Rodney Warth nodded: "Yes, brother, that's him. How do you think we should deal with it?"

"give it to me."

The hand holding the cigarette in the white suit nodded towards Oscar Lyson, and said calmly: "Fuck, come here, kneel down, kowtow to my brother Rodney Warth and apologize."

The sudden conflict attracted the attention of everyone on the terrace.

The customers who come to this high-end club are either rich or expensive. They are very dissatisfied when there is a quarrel, and someone immediately scolds them.

"Those who are yelling, do you have the quality? You should consider this place to be your home!"

"Who is this person? He is too arrogant."

"Keep your voice down, he is Wang Juncheng, Balam's adopted son."

When these words came out from the crowd, the terrace instantly became much quieter. It seemed that the two words "Balam" had magic power and made everyone mute.

Nat Warth was accustomed to this, ignored the others, and stared at Oscar Lyson calmly, the smile on his face never disappeared.

Rodney Warth was full of arrogance and said sternly: "Oscar Lyson, why don't you come here and kneel down!"

Oscar Lyson remained unmoved, his eyes meeting Nat Warth, sharp and sharp.

"What a reckless boy."

Nat Warth's eyes narrowed, he put out the cigarette butt in his hand, and sneered: "I'll count to three, if you don't kneel in front of me, I'll throw you down the stairs."

"one."

"two."

"three."

After counting, Nat Warth snapped his fingers.

Several strong security guards came up from the stairs and stood in front of Nat Warth: "Boss, what are your orders?"

It turns out that this club belongs to Nat Warth.

He pointed at Oscar Lyson and said coldly: "Throw him downstairs."

"Who made such a fuss and prevented others from sleeping well!"

Before the security guard could take action, Wesley Winlow, who was lying on the table, stood up, looked at Nat Warth unsteadily, and said with an unhappy face: "Is it you? Keep your voice down, you are really incompetent!"