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With Max's approval, the two of them were allowed to join the Siberian training camp.

And the other boxers who didn't have a letter of recommendation either gave up on their own initiative, or died or were injured in the fights with the boxers from the Siberian training camp.

At this time, all the boxers present had a deeper awe of the Siberian training camp.

Legend has it that the boxers who came out of the Siberian training camp were not afraid of death, and all parts of their bodies could become the most terrifying killing weapons.They are usually able to use the strongest part of their body to launch a fatal blow in a very short period of time, and this fatal blow usually becomes the final outcome of a game.

on the ground.There were bloodstains and nothing else.

The bodies were carried away, and the wounded were nowhere to be found. It would not be very good for them.

Allen stood aside, and the boxer who had also been allowed to join the Siberia training camp just now extended his right hand to him.Said: "Hello, Allen, my name is Belken."

"Hello, you are really strong." Alan showed admiration in his eyes, and reached out to shake his hand.

Belken smiled, "You can too, as long as you can get out of the Siberian training camp alive." He reached out and patted Allen on the shoulder, turned around, and the gloom in his eyes became more intense.

Allen naturally didn't know all this, but nodded himself, clenched his fists, and secretly thought: "I can definitely do it."

He has unlimited access to the Siberian training camp all the time, and now, this dream has finally come true.Now he has his next dream, which is to pass the Siberian training camp and get out of the Siberian training camp alive.

Just when the boxers present were lost in contemplation of what had just happened.

Max walked to the table and woke them up loudly, "Don't make a fuss, the training camp is ten times more cruel than what you see before, and it's not uncommon to see a hundred times. I sincerely hope that the training in the Siberia training camp will be over before your students At that time, half of the trainees could stand in front of me again, and this is our great success." What, half of the survival rate is considered a success, doesn't it mean that the survival rate of the Siberia training camp in the past is not even half? are you there? "Many boxers look a bit ugly. Although they know that the Siberia training camp must be very cruel, but who would have thought that there would be such a high death rate? These boxers are covered with cold. Looking at the smile on Max's face, It’s no different from the devil.” Well, all the people line up and hand over the letter of recommendation in your hand, and let me record your identity information. "

Max lay down on the mahogany chair, raised his chin, and said.

So all the boxers present walked forward and lined up.

Zhao Wou-ki was not in a hurry, but he happened to be in the back. Behind him, there were only those two boxers who had no letters of recommendation but were allowed to enter the Siberia training camp.

"The first one" Max said coldly, his voice became stiff at this time, it is strange to say that Max's voice and expression made all boxers feel a little natural, unlike just now , some yin and yang strange feeling.

"Is this right?" All the boxers had such a sentence in their hearts.

The first person to come to the table was a black man. Max looked him up and down and said, "The black man is strong and easy to shape. He is an ideal candidate for a boxer. Now, please pay the tuition fee and send your recommendation letter." Take it out for me." Max demanded.

The black man quickly took out his bank card, and Max pushed the card reader in front of him, signaling him to operate it himself, and then picked up the black man's recommendation letter.

The black man entered the password, paid the tuition fee of 20 US dollars, and then looked at Max, waiting for his next instruction.

"Coach Mike, five years ago, he was granted the right to recommend a place every year. Well, Coach Mike used to be a boxer in our Siberia training camp. His strength is not weak, and his vision is naturally not weak." Max nodded lightly, from A silver medal was taken out from the side, and on the silver medal was a string of numbers - 2501, shining.

"From now on, 2501 will be your code. When you can get out of the Siberian training camp, you will be eligible to use your former name. Now you stand there."

Max raised his chin, pointed to the open space aside, and motioned for 2501 to stand there.

Next came the second, a white man.

"Caucasian, a frequent visitor in the black boxing world, strong fighters emerge in large numbers, your number is 2502."

White people go there and stand up.

"A rookie from the Brazilian martial arts world. Yes, Brazilian martial arts are well-known in the black boxing world. Naturally, you are not weak. You are 2503."

Max handed him the silver medal in his hand, and he also stood aside.

The number of people in the team is constantly decreasing, and more and more boxers are standing in the open space, and they are all boxers who have completed their registration.

Finally, the boxer in front of Zao Wou-ki came to the table.

"Thai people, punching explosive power, vicious style, yes, quite appetite for black boxing, your number is 2534, you go over and stand still! Next."

After Max finished writing something on the paper, Zao Wou-ki walked to the table.

At this time, Max raised his head and looked at Zhao Wou-ki.

"Well, from the mysterious Eastern China." Max stopped talking, and fell silent.

"Huaxia, this is a place full of miracles, let me think about it." Max fell into memories. "More than ten years ago, the position you stood at was the place where a Chinese man named Wang stood. In that training camp, there were too many strong fighters. Any one you pull out is a legend in the black boxing world." Wang is undoubtedly the most dazzling student in that class, after he walked out of the Siberia training camp, he has a dazzling name in the world of black boxing." Max's eyes burst out with fiery gaze, and he stood up , the eyes became sharper and sharper, and they carried memories again. Once the dust-sealed memories in the corner of time were excavated, they radiated an incomparably long lingering fragrance.

"He's Tiger King!" Max almost roared out the name.

Hearing this name, there was a commotion among all the capable boxers present, followed by a long silence.

This is a legend, this is a figure who is regarded as a god in the world of black boxing.

He has led the underground black boxing world for ten years. Under him, the KO rate has reached [-]%, not nearly, but [-]%. What a terrifying value!But this is the truth.

However, he is like a shooting star, flashing across the boundless night sky, extremely dazzling, extremely dazzling, but extremely short-lived.

He died, not in the ring, but from illness.

"It seems that since him, there has never been such a dazzling figure in the black boxing world."

Under Max's narration, everyone seems to have traveled through the long river of time, and returned to the era when the black boxing world developed to its peak more than ten years ago, the era when heroes came out in large numbers, looked up to their predecessors, and looked up to the leading figure — Tiger King.

After a long time, with a long sigh, Max staggered slightly.

He is not young anymore.

"Fortunately, I have met Tiger King." Max said surprisingly, Zao Wou-ki's image of him and Tiger King must have been more than just met.

Max sat back in his seat and let out a long breath. "Huaxia people are either unknown or famous, which one are you..." Max pushed the card reader back in front of Zao Wou-Ki tiredly, took Zao Wou-Ki's recommendation letter, and opened it casually .

"Carl? Are you his boxer?" Max asked a little strangely.

"Of course not." Zao Wou-ki shook his head in denial, as for Carl's kind of shrinking turtle, he naturally disdains him.

"That's weird." Max shook his head, but muttered in his mouth: "That's fine, he hides and hides all day long, and no one thinks highly of him."

At this time, Zhao Wou-ki took out a dark black bank card with a faint glow.

Max's eyes lit up, and he nodded immediately: "I see, it seems that your boss is really not simple!"

It seems that Max thinks that Zao Wou-ki's boss got this letter of recommendation for him.

Zao Wou-ki didn't answer either, just watched Max open another letter of recommendation.

"Huh? This is Alexai!" Max was greatly surprised.

Alexai was the former instructor in the Siberian training camp, and he had a very high status in the Siberian training camp. Under him, he once trained Anthony, the king of the underground black boxing world in the United States.

It can be said that this letter of recommendation from Zao Wou-Ki has a lot of weight.

Looking at the meaning expressed between the lines in the recommendation letter, it was like praising Zao Wou-ki as a peerless jade.

This seems too wrong!Aliksai is also a well-known figure in this area. Although the recommendation letter was surprising, it was not unbelievable, but the content of the recommendation letter really made him unable to calm down.

There are only two possibilities for this to happen.

One, the boss of the Huaxia man in front of him is an out-and-out big shot, and even Alixai wants to curry favor with him.

Second, the strength of the Huaxia native allowed Alexai to write this letter of recommendation.

However, no matter which possibility, it shows that the strength of the Huaxia man in front of him must not be underestimated.

It's not easy!All the boxers saw this scene. In their eyes, Max took the longest time to treat this Chinese man.

"Boxer from China, please tell me your name." Max said gently.

"Zao Wuji."

Max nodded, chanting the name in his mouth.

"I hope that in a few years, your name will become a legend in the world of black boxing." Max said sincerely. It has been a long time since the Siberian training camp has welcomed a genius.

"As you wish." Zhao Wou-ki said lightly, the unquestionable and contemptuous arrogance in his tone was fully revealed.

Many fighters became hostile to Zao Wou-ki, and Zao Wou-ki suddenly became the public enemy of all fighters.

But, does Zhao Wuji care about all of this?

Let the storm come harder!