future master in modern

Suo Xing, they are ready to pick the pick, they don't care about everything in the boxing ring, so everyone with a little power in the king organization has learned about it. [This chapter is updated by netizens]

The middle management naturally knew about it. After receiving the call, he hung up the phone decisively as soon as he heard the other party's request. What a joke, how dare he meddle in something that the top management of the King organization dare not intervene.

Hanging up the phone is naturally rejecting the other party's request. Now the King organization has completely given up on the boxing ring. As for when that terrifying person finds them, they will evade if they can. At worst, they will call that idiot out. , if you can't shirk it, you can only pray that the strong man from the kingdom of the gods will come.

It is precisely because of this that no fueling incidents are allowed to exist.

If you agree to the other party and make some jokes, what will happen to Luan.That would definitely add fuel to the fire in the already dire situation.

So, I refused decisively, and even used the method of directly dropping the phone to refuse.

Even a fool should understand the meaning of hanging up the phone directly, but although that burly man is not a fool, he is now a madman, and a madman is scarier than a fool.

The madman jerked up, but it was fatal.

He wasn't crazy at first, and he wasn't too crazy after his brother died, but if the opponent is too strong, someone will block his way of revenge...

Well, he's definitely insane.

With a "click", he dropped the phone to the ground and smashed it to pieces.

He had already called the man, and before he greeted that person, he said hello, just to inform the other party and show his due respect.

But it doesn't matter if the other party doesn't agree now, because no matter what, he will not change his mind.

People are afraid of paranoia, and once they become paranoid, they are not even afraid of death.

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In the room next to the monitoring room of the boxing ring, Qiao An looked at the picture on the screen with a gloomy face, and the corners of his eyes twitched.

The strength of Zao Wou-ki in the previous video had already exceeded his expectations, and the current Zao Wou-ki made him subconsciously feel invincible.

"Bastard, why would I think so! I have been strengthened by a death-level potion, how could I be afraid of him, impossible, absolutely impossible!" Joan muttered to himself, gritting his teeth Suddenly, he slapped hard on the wooden chair beside him.

Suddenly, with a bang, the chair was torn apart, and sawdust filled the air.

In the darkness, Joan's face was reflected on the screen, becoming more and more hideous.

In the boxing ring, on the ring.

Zhao Wou-ki looked directly at Xiao En, and asked again: "Tell me, what's going on?"

Sean's face trembled and twitched, he couldn't understand what Zao Wou-ki said.

Zhao Wou-ki glanced at his empty eyes, the corners of his mouth raised.

"Let me help you wake up!" As he said, Zao Wou-ki slapped Xiao En's arm, and took off his arm with a "click".

The pain caused by the dislocated arm immediately made Xiao En feel unbearable, his eyes regained some expression in a blink of an eye, but when he saw Zao Wou-ki in front of him, he was filled with fear again.

"Now, tell me what's going on?" Zhao Wou-ki approached his eyes slightly, and asked word by word.

Sean looked at Zhao Wou-ki who was approaching him, the pupils of his eyes shrank suddenly, a certain string in his brain seemed to be plucked, under this twitch, Sean's whole body was like a ghost, and his spirit suddenly collapsed.

"I said, I said!" He cried and roared loudly, with snot and tears streaming down his face.

Anyone who understands looks at Xiao En's appearance and knows that this person may be useless in the future. Once his spirit breaks down and he has no psychological defense, this person will definitely be a mentally disabled person in the future, and he may spend time in a mental hospital. The rest of my life.

"Say." Zhao Wuji looked at him coldly, wanting to see what he would say.

"Actually!" Sean's neck trembled, with a dejected look on his face, "Actually, I'm just doing things for others!"

Zhao Wuji nodded slightly, and said: "Of course I know that you are doing things for others. I'm asking you who made you do this, and why did you do it?"

"I, I don't know." Sean just said this, he really didn't know, he was just doing things for others.

"I don't know?" Zao Wou-ki shook his head slightly, put his dislocated arm on suddenly and then took it off again.

Immediately, Sean let out a scream like killing a pig. The audience under the ring had already fled away. This place is extremely dangerous now. People will fall down and bullets will fly. If you don't pay attention, you will lose your life here .

"I really don't know!!" Sean collapsed to the ground, "Isn't it okay if I take you to our ring manager? Usually these are tasks arranged by him.

"Alright, I'd like to see which bastard dares to trip me up." Zhao Wou-ki smiled coldly, picked up Xiao En with one hand, and said, "Take me there!"

Sean shook his head and nodded.

So Zhao Wou-ki carried Xiao En and walked down the boxing ring, suddenly there was a burst of exclamation and panic from the crowd in the distance, and there were nearly twenty people coming aggressively, holding a terrifying charge in their hands, and some of them even Holding machine guns, this group of people rushed all the way, heading in the direction of the burly man.

Seeing this, the burly man turned ruthless, took a deep look at Zhao Wuji, took a few steps back, and then rushed towards the group of people.

"Cao! It's really a maggot of the tarsus bone. It seems that today I want to show you what a coffin looks like!" Zhao Wou-ki raised his eyes, frowned, and said to himself.

He casually threw Sean aside, and now Sean didn't look like running away at all, which shows the deep shadow left by Zao Wou-Ki in his heart.

"It's that person, you guys beat me well, just make a sieve." The burly man ran all the way, came to the side of the group of people, turned his head, pointed fiercely in the direction of Zhao Wuji, and said angrily .

The nearly 20 people were all dressed in black leather outfits, and their outfits were extremely neat. They respected the burly man, and they all nodded to him, and then followed the direction of his fingers to look at Zhao Wuji, all of them looked at each other. Lu showed a cold and vicious expression.

They stepped forward with submachine guns and machine guns in their hands, and aimed at Zhao Wuji with their muzzles raised.

Then, Zhao Wuji stopped.

In China's ancient war culture, battlefield combat techniques have always been used by soldiers fighting on the battlefield from generation to generation. After years of fighting, they have long been honed to perfection.

However, pure boxing kung fu is never everything. There are eighteen types of weapons in China, which shows the importance of fighting with weapons. Even though ancient heroes were good at boxing kung fu, most of them did not lose their weapons.

For example, swordsman, swordsman.

That peerless fierce general is also holding magical weapons that have been passed down through the ages, such as Fang Tian's painted halberd and Qinglong Yanyue knife. Others are their enemies.

When you have a suitable weapon, you can often exert your power beyond the limit.

Although Zao Wou-ki's limbs are all weapons in the world, they are invincible when used, but they also have shortcomings.

The length of a person's limbs is limited after all, so although Zao Wou-ki's majestic strength is unimaginable, the range of damage that these limbs, fists or tui can use is always limited, although Zao Wou-ki can also use his fists to detonate to produce air explosions The effect of hurting people, but after all, there are various restrictions, such as a single target and so on.

And if Zao Wou-ki possessed a sharp weapon similar to Fang Tian's painted halberd, it would be one piece with one sweep, and with Zhao Wuji's power, Fang Tian's painted halberd could be smashed by a thousand catties, which is more than ten thousand people It is not a problem to have 10 enemies and tens of thousands of enemies.

But this is not ancient times after all, but this does not hinder Zao Wou-ki's love for weapons.

Therefore, it is not surprising that Zao Wou-ki went on a rampage with a car in his hand as a weapon before.

After standing still, Zao Wou-ki looked at the group of fierce enemies facing him, and suddenly wanted to find a weapon.

Ordinarily, even if Zao Wou-ki advanced with the submachine guns and machine guns in front of him, he wouldn't break a sweat, but at this moment, Zhao Wou-ki looked at the group of people lying in front of him, and there was a feeling in his heart that he held a peerless god. The feeling of being swept away by soldiers, this may be some kind of complex of his!

In ancient times, Zao Wou-ki was definitely a peerless warrior.

There are no magical weapons in the surrounding area, but there are several similar steel pillars separating the boxers and the audience under the ring.

Zhao Wuji flew over, and folded the steel rod with one hand.

Holding the steel rod in his hand, it weighed about [-] to [-] jin. In Zao Wou-ki's hands, he felt nothing like a goose feather, but it didn't hinder his use. The length of the steel rod was also one person's height, so the length was quite suitable.

The sound of the leather shoes being trampled on the ground was extremely loud, and the group of men in black leather instruments suddenly opened the bolts of their guns and aimed at Zhao Wuji.

Immediately, a large number of bullets of different powers slanted down like rain, which can really be described by the word hail of bullets.

Those bullets whizzed through the air, rubbing against the air violently, and the heat of the entire space seemed to be rising.

Zhao Wou-ki's eyes are dimmed, and he is holding a long stick.

The solid and heavy steel stick hit the ground, and under Zhao Wou-ki's integrated strength, it swept across the ground in an arc shape, and suddenly an arc-shaped gully appeared on the solid ground, and every inch of the ground began to crack.

Zhao Wuji held a long stick in his hand, he slammed it open, and leaned forward with his long body.

The steel rod blasted the air with a bang, and danced a stick curtain under Zhao Wuji's hands in an instant, sweeping away everything behind the stick curtain.

And the menacing bullets shot onto the stick screen like raindrops, sparks splashed all over the place, and a faint smell of gunpowder slowly permeated.

When the steel rod encountered a bullet, it was still deformed by the bullet, but the overall shape remained the same and did not affect its use.

And that shuttle of bullets was swept away by Zhao Wou-ki with steel rods, and shot all around, making the ground of the whole platform full of potholes.

This round of bullets did not work at all.

ps: Jitui is sick and not in good condition. Classes are now officially in session, and the update time is not very regular. I hope everyone can bear with me