Chapter 822
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Zhao Sanpang was silent for a few seconds after hearing Beauty Luo's words.
Xiao Jing glanced over, his voice calm. "Even if Qin Mo didn't use the Three Thousand Knife Cutting, it doesn't mean Yan Yixiao didn't force him to use his true abilities. There is another possibility."
With this, he paused, glancing up. "It's hard for him to use that ultimate move now."
"Captain, you mean …" Beauty Luo's eyes widened. "But didn't Qin Mo go to America? Aren't the best medical specialists there?"
Xiao Jing remained silent.
Glancing over, the entire arena was still bustling with activity.
Qin Mo, who was standing in the middle, was still as tall as ever.
Perhaps, other than his opponent, no one else could see any flaws in his disguise.
But that was just a possibility.
After removing her earpiece, Bo Jiu glanced over, her gaze landing on his smooth wrist.
Qin Mo's expression was still nonchalant as he met the youngster's gaze with the side of his eyes. That handsome face was a little breathtaking, but there wasn't any difference.
Bo Jiu arched a brow. Was she wrong?
Qin Mo didn't give her time to think, reaching out and pulling her forward. He lowered his voice. "Wait for me in the car, there are some things we need to discuss."
The commotion continued but the person was extremely close. He was so close that even though there were many people around, Bo Jiu couldn't bear to part with him because of his melodious voice.
She really wanted to ask the Almighty how he would react if she knocked him unconscious and brought him away.
He would probably give her a look when he woke up, allowing her to understand.
But that was just a thought. Bo Jiu knew it wouldn't be easy to bring the Almighty away.
If it was after the National League, she might have thought of using a devious method, but that would have to be when the Almighty wasn't looking.
But now, something had to be done in advance.
Five minutes.
Bo Jiu's gaze landed on the countdown timer.
Then she shifted her gaze back.
Almost instantly, a route formed in her mind.
The competition venue was a modernized commercial plaza.
In this commercial plaza, the outer perimeter of the semicircular fan blades was built into an esports arena. The main building was made of completely transparent dark-colored glass. On the first floor, there was a crowded coffee shop. Extending inwards, high-end cosmetics and all kinds of light luxury products were on this floor.
The second to fourth floors were filled with trendy clothing. On the fifth floor, there were a few dessert shops and a cinema.
The route in Bo Jiu's mind led to the fifth floor of the commercial SOHO building.
"You seem to be paying extra attention to the time today." Qin Mo glanced at the youngster with a deep gaze.
Bo Jiu knew the Almighty wasn't easy to deal with. A psychologist would be able to notice any changes. Hence, it was better to admit it than to avoid it.
"I'm thinking about how Brother Mo is going to talk to me later and I instinctively look at the time. It's even more stressful than playing games." Bo Jiu was serious. "Is this the legendary feeling of being unable to sit still?"
Qin Mo glanced at the clean and fair face in front, his brows arched. "Bo Jiu, I'm not sure.
"I have this skill occasionally." Bo Jiu smiled faintly.
Qin Mo watched as the reporters walked over. Before he left, he reached out to caress the youngster's head. When he brushed past her, his voice was melodious. "Don't worry, I won't make you restless for too long. Your Brother Mo can do whatever he likes."
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