At the moment Su Yan just won, Leng Bing contacted Zhang Beixing through the communicator below.
He hoped Zhang Beixing could give Su Yan some time to rest and reset her dislocated hand, otherwise, the next battle would be excruciating for Su Yan.
Originally, Su Yan's stamina couldn't match those boxers, especially being in a weak status just now, constantly dodging in tension.
Su Yan couldn't be allowed to keep fighting like this; it's easy for something to go wrong.
But Zhang Beixing's response left Leng Bing baffled.
"It's okay, Su Yan won't have another fight, rest assured, protect Su Yan below and don't let anyone take her as a hostage."
After saying this, Zhang Beixing ignored him.
Leng Bing was directly left in a state of confusion, feeling a bit stunned.
After all, he really didn't know about Zhang Beixing making forty-five billion US dollars just now.
If he knew about this, he would definitely understand what Zhang Beixing meant in a second.
