Chapter 0280-Shut Up Dragon I Don’t Want to Have Kids With You Anymore

“The most mouthy prisoner of war.” Lois Visser interjected at the right time.

“Shut up!”

Between flirtations, the store owner announced the start of the match and asked the contestants to take their places.

Leon comes on.

Lois Visser was behind him giving him a pep talk, “Come on wow, defending champion, the world is waiting for you to become a double champion.”

Leon didn’t turn around, just raised his arm in an ok sign.

Following a few of the contestants to the playing field, Leon stood on the far left, quietly observing the few first-classes around him.

It’s basically male dragons while their wives cheer them on from outside the playing field.

“Go Hubby!”

“Hubby you’re the best~~ I’ll make you a delicious meal if I win~~”

“Take ’em, honey!”

“……”

The Wives Group had special vip viewing seats right at the front of the field.

Leon followed the enthusiastic cheering, only to see that the dragon wives seemed to be more excited and thrilled than any of the players on the field, cheering louder and louder one after the other, as if the loudest one was going to win the championship outright.

And Loseweather stood calmly behind them with her arms around her chest.

The tall figure allowed Leon to see her at once.

Shall the Queen be cheered in the same way as the noisy rouges?

She didn’t even have to open her mouth or use any body language, just exchanging glances, Leon could get what she meant.

The couple stared at each other, looking out of place in the bustling race scene.

But they didn’t care, because in a sense, the wronged couple only had room for each other in their eyes when they looked at each other.

Looking at each other for a little while, the corners of Losvesser’s mouth rose slightly, her smile gentle and generous, and then, immediately afterward, she wordlessly said two words to Leon with the shape of her mouth:

“Add ~oil~”

Leon nodded his head.

“Oh sorry, there’s one last contestant here, please hurry up, we’re about to start.”

Last place?

Leon looked toward the entrance to the grounds.

When he saw this supposed last player, Leon’s eyes widened in some surprise.

It was a tall silhouette, wearing a long black trench coat, a black bowler hat, and a pair of sunglasses on the bridge of her nose, blocking most of her face, only revealing a small smudge of the tip of her delicate nose and flirtatious red lips.

But even though she was dressed conservatively and didn’t show her face, this last contestant still gave off the impression of being a “high-flying beauty”.

“Deadbeat, what are you looking at! If you look again your eyes will be snapped out for you!” Offstage