Raymond had long been ready to fight Marilyn for three hundred rounds. As soon as the curtain was lifted, he immediately charged forward. However, his face froze instantly and staring at Le Cheng, he stuttered, "You... you... you…"
When he entered, it was Marilyn, but coming out was a strange man. Could it be that Marilyn was actually a man?
The first thought that popped into Raymond's mind was this bizarre idea, but soon he felt something was off. Did he not already know whether Marilyn was a man or a woman? If Marilyn were a man, wouldn't that make him look stupid?
"Who are you? Where's Marilyn?"
"Raymond, right? Marilyn can't entertain you right now, so I'll keep you company tonight..."
"Get lost!" Before Le Cheng could finish, Raymond slapped him, angrily yelling, "I want Marilyn, you get lost!"