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Max hesitated for a moment, opened the drawer, and took out a brightly colored sign from the drawer.

When everyone took a closer look, it turned out to be a gold nameplate.

"This is your nameplate - 105, it has a special meaning, you come and listen to me." Max solemnly handed the nameplate to Zao Wou-ki, and talked about the meaning of this nameplate himself.

"When Tiger Wang came to the Siberian training camp, he also had this number on his nameplate."

The eyes of all the boxers were red, and all of them were breathing a little shortly, with a heavy breath in their nostrils.

"Since the death of Tiger King, the training camp has made this nameplate to commemorate him, hoping that someone can reproduce its glory.

And only our registration site has the right to grant this nameplate to boxers.

There is only one requirement to wear this nameplate. It must be a Chinese person. Every Chinese person who signs up for the training camp at our registration point can wear this nameplate. However, I don’t force you. You can choose another ordinary one. nameplate.And once you choose this 105 nameplate, I think you should know what is waiting for you. Max said with a solemn tone, and at the same time glanced at the boxers whose eyes were almost red.

This glance made them feel as if they had fallen into an ice cave, and they felt a chill all over, they thought of it all at once.If I have this nameplate, I am afraid that I will be under pressure all the time! "

Max looked at Zao Wou-ki, feeling very conflicted in his heart. He hoped that Zao Wou-ki would choose this nameplate, but also hoped that he would not choose this nameplate, because once he chose it, he would put himself in a situation where he would never be able to recover.

How would he choose?

The boxers around were a little gloating, and they all looked at the scene that was about to happen as if they were outsiders.

Whatever he chooses, nothing seems to end well.

If Zhao Wou-ki doesn't answer, everyone will think he is weak.

And if he picks up, he will be greeted with countless troubles.

Zhao Wou-ki smiled slightly, he didn't care, put the golden nameplate into his pocket, turned around, and walked straight to the open space.

He chose, as expected.

Max's eyes were a little dazed. For so many years, every Chinese who entered the Siberian training camp had chosen a golden nameplate. They were not afraid of death and went forward.

Although I have never seen a character like Tiger King again, everyone remembers the character of the Huaxia people, unyielding!unyielding!Still unyielding!

"I'm being hypocritical."

Max had a wry smile on his face, he should have known which golden nameplate Zao Wou-ki would choose.

Walking to the open space, the fighters around him moved away from Zao Wou-Ki one after another, forming a vacuum around Zao Wou-Ki.

They don't want to suffer any bad luck. If they follow this Chinese man, who knows what bad luck they will have.

105 nameplate?

Hmph, is this something anyone can have?

This nameplate is simply a reminder, no one dares to accept it.

The next two people, Allen is number 2535, and Belka is number 2536.

Belken patted Allen on the shoulder and said, "Did you see that stupid Chinese man? I bet he couldn't survive a week in the Siberian training camp. Are you right?"

Allen shook his head slightly, and took a few steps forward, just a few steps away from Belken.He turned around and said: "You shouldn't think so, this is his dignity as a boxer, no one can laugh at a person's dignity, for what he did, no matter how you look at it, I admire him. "

Aaron kept a distance from Belken, and walked straight towards Zao Wou-ki.

"Hehe," Belka looked at his back, sneered, and groped his chin with his right hand deep in the depths.

"Damn it, you are as damned as that Chinese man." Belka moved his thick arm, imagining how he would knock them down with a punch, and a cruel smile appeared on his face.

Hearing the rustling muttering in his ear, Zhao Wuji became more and more disdainful at the corner of his mouth, a person who only knows how to talk, has nothing to talk to.

Those fighters looked at Zao Wou-ki as stupid, but why didn't Zao Wou-ki regard them as monkeys?

Just imagine, how can a person have the same knowledge as a group of monkeys jumping up and down?

"Hi, hello, number 105, I'm number 2535." Zhao Wou-ki was looking at everything around him coldly, but he saw the boxer named A Lun walking towards him with a kind smile on his face. "Hello, No. 2535—Ah Lun." Zhao Wou-ki replied with a faint smile.

Allen was a little surprised, "You know my name?"

"I just heard it." Zhao Wou-ki folded his hands on his chest with a relaxed expression.

"I really admire you, you can still be so relaxed now." Allen's expression became more and more surprised. He thought that Zao Wou-ki's relaxation was just pretending, but when he got closer to observe, he found that Zhao Wou-ki was completely relaxed.

That kind of indifference, most people can't pretend.

"No matter what, I support your decision." Allen patted his chest, and then glanced at the pointing boxers, with disdain naturally on his face.

"They are simply a bunch of hypocrites. We don't have to pay attention to them." Allen said.

Zhao Wou-ki couldn't help laughing, he could see that this A-Lun was also straightforward and had no intentions, but for this kind of person, Zhao Wou-ki had a good impression of him, so he started talking with him.

During the conversation, I learned that Allen came from a small country in the South Pacific. The people of this small country are very simple-minded, good is good, evil is evil, and their thoughts go straight, never beating around the bush.

Allen was originally an orphan, but he had a good coach. It is said that the coach was a boxer who quit the black boxing world. The coach treated Allen as his teacher and father. Lun grew up slowly under the training of that coach, and his own strength naturally gradually became stronger. The coach gave him the law of the jungle, the winner is king, and those who are afraid of death can only become the weak and become eliminated. people.

This year, the Siberia training camp enrollment started again, and Allen decided to give it a try.

Unexpectedly, he succeeded.

Zao Wou-ki just listened to Allen's narration of his experience, without interjecting.

After a long time, Allen asked about Zao Wou-ki's experience strangely, Zhao Wou-ki just smiled and waved his hands and said: "My experience is not worth mentioning, it can be said to be very ordinary, and there is nothing to say."

Allen heard the words and had to give up.

"Boxers, be quiet." After checking all the boxers' information, Max finally spoke again.

"Do you feel lucky, happy to be in the Siberian training camp?" Max asked with a smile.

Quite a few boxers nodded.

But Max sneered, "Actually, those boxers who voluntarily quit just now are the lucky ones, and you will face training like hell."

The boxers present were all a little noncommittal, of course they knew this, if they didn't even know this, then why did they participate in the Siberia training camp?

"Since you are already boxers in our Siberia training camp, please remember that your life and death are not in your control now. Now your life is in the hands of our Siberia training camp, you understand."

The boxers nodded, and Max gave them a satisfied look.

"In this case, let's start our first training."

"What, just finished the registration, and started the first training?!" Everyone was shocked.

But this is just a registration point, and now they haven't even seen the shadow of the Siberian training camp?

"I said, now your life is ours. If we want you to live, you will live. If we want you to die, you will have to die. What's the problem?!"

Max slammed his fist on the table and roared.

At this time, many guards with live ammunition walked out on both sides, watching these fighters with a stern look, and if they made a mistake, they might add a few blood holes to their bodies.

Now, no one dares to speak up.

Max snorted coldly, and ordered the guards to take them away.

Zhao Wuji was among the crowd, following the guards.

Ahead, it was pitch black, and the unknown seemed to swallow people up.

Finally, everyone stopped.

In front of them was a steel gate.

A guard stepped forward and entered a few passwords, and the huge iron gate "clicked" and slowly began to move to both sides.

Inside the door, it was incandescent, and there seemed to be nothing wrong with it.

But when they adjusted to the light inside the door, terror struck.

A huge cage is quietly placed in the huge room.

Dead silence, dead silence.

But this dead silence is destined not to last long.

Because, the sound of their footsteps awakened the creature in the cage.

"Roar!"

"Roar!"

All the fighters were stunned, the ones locked in the cage were all ferocious wolfhounds, counting them, there were no less than twenty of them.

Twenty ferocious wolf dogs, do you want them to deal with them?

What a joke!

Everyone's complexion is extremely ugly.

Max walked in with heavy steps, looked at them coldly, and then let out a sneer.

"Why, I'm backing away now. You know, when you entered the camp of the Siberia training camp, you were facing black bears. At that time, would you still be so hesitant?"

Max looked at each of them, only Zao Wou-ki remained expressionless, as if the twenty wolfhounds did not exist,

Allen looked serious, not afraid, but cautious.

"I won't talk nonsense with you. You go in in groups of five in order of priority. Each group survives for 10 minutes. The winner is the one who survives. This is already an extremely merciful approach. In the future, you are required to It’s not as simple as making it through 10 minutes, you understand.”

Max talked about the cruel practices in the training camp, constantly stimulating the minds of these fighters.

"Open the cage. I count to 10. When the time is up, those who do not enter the cage will be executed."

Two guards stepped forward and opened the cage.Cold eyes signaled the first batch of five boxers to go in.

"one."

"two."

Max's ruthless voice sounded like a death sign.

Hesitating, Boxer No. 1 walked into the cage, and the twenty wolfhounds got angry immediately, staring at the person who entered first with their green eyes open.

With the first, there is the second.

"ten."

Another boxer faltered. He turned to face Max, spread his hands, and was about to speak.

However, no one gave him a chance to speak.

With a "bang", a blood hole appeared on the head of the boxer, and there was still shock in his eyes, so he fell straight down.

Max had no expression on his face, without even looking at the boxer, he motioned for the cage to be closed.

"bang" sound

The iron gate was closed tightly, as if separating the two worlds...