Mango ice is very delicious.

The retired soldier king, Han Yu, never dreamed that simply going to a hotel to interview for a bodyguard position would lead to............
Han Yu felt helpless, "Miss Lin, I'm sorry......."
Lin Qingya was both embarrassed and angry, "Sorry? Is sorry useful? Kneel down for me!"
......
The next day, a photo of Miss Lin of Lin Corporation passionately kissing a stranger exploded across the city. Every street and alley buzzed with talk of how the Iceberg Female CEO was nothing more than a hypocrite in public, secretly keeping who knows how many lovers.
At the board meeting of Lin Corporation, the directors united to pressure her, demanding her resignation from the company because of the damage to the corporation's reputation caused by Lin Qingya.
For her own honor and the reputation of Lin Corporation, Lin Qingya dialed that man's number.
"Hello, Han Yu, it's me, Lin Qingya."
"Meet me at the civil affairs office in half an hour, I'm going to marry you!"
With his medical diagnosis in hand, Han Yu said, "I'm sorry, but I refuse!"

Iceberg Female CEO's Unparalleled War King

Time flew by, and before he realized it, there was only a little more than an hour left until the tournament.


In the villa room, where he was meditating and practicing his martial arts, Han Yu slowly opened his eyes and heavily exhaled a breath of turbid air.


After a simple exchange of blows with Liang Chao yesterday, he spoke with Tang Tianlong on the phone. To help Han Yu as much as possible, Tang Tianlong had someone drive over to pick Han Yu up to his villa and also collected quite a few videos of Liang Chao to show him.


Yesterday, Han Yu had a bout with Liang Chao, and though Han Yu did not use his full strength, being forced back seven or eight steps was an indisputable fact.


Unlike enemies he had faced before, Liang Chao was a genuine martial artist, and moreover, a master of the Martial Master Realm Second Layer!


Facing such a person in a tournament, and moreover, a life-and-death tournament, the pressure was indeed not small.


Chapter 198: The Eve of the Contest