future master in modern

This is a small village in a certain country in Western Europe.

The villagers living here live a comfortable and peaceful life.

Spring is here, and the children in the village go out to play together. Among the group of children, there is one child who is very conspicuous. He is a whole head taller than the other children, and his physique is also stronger than the other children.

"Belken, little bear, hurry up," a child called to the tall one.

It turned out that this child was Belken.

Belken lowered his head, with a trace of hatred in his eyes, and then raised his head, still looking simple and honest.

"Here we come." Belken raised his footsteps and caught up with the children who were walking ahead.

Spring brings vitality to the small village. The soil next to the village is extremely moist. When spring comes, stubbles of green grass emerge from the road, and little flowers are mixed in it, which is really beautiful.

"It's almost here. There is a big tree in front of it, and there are many bird's nests on it." A child jumped up happily. As soon as he said this, the other children were excited, and Belken laughed along with them.

It's just that his smile is a bit fake no matter how you look at it. It's hard to imagine that a child can wear a false mask.

After walking for more than ten minutes, a big tree came into view.

This big tree is so thick that several children can't hold it together. The roots of the big tree drill out of the ground and extend far away.

Seeing the big tree, the children quickened their pace, as if they had seen the little bird in the nest.

The children walked under the tree and looked up at the big tree with luxuriant branches. After a closer look, they saw a bird's nest looming high up.

It's just that it's too high, how can I get the bird?

"Belken, Belken, you climb up! I'll step on your shoulders to pick out birds, do you think so?"

Belken smiled honestly, "No problem."

Belken climbed up the roots of the tree, stepped on the branches, and slowly climbed up, knowing that he could never climb up again.

A child was like a monkey, and then Belken climbed up the tree, and the two stood on the same branch. The branch is very thick and there is no need to worry about it breaking.

Belken stood on the branch, then hugged the tree tightly, and squatted down.

The other child stood nimbly on Belken's shoulders and stood up slowly, just in time to reach the bird's nest.

"Got it!" the child exclaimed excitedly.

Belken, who was squatting below, also showed a smile on his face. After all, he is also a child.

The kid got off Belken's shoulders, with the chirping bird, off Belken's shoulders, and slid down the tree by himself.

The group of children immediately surrounded the child who got out of the tree and found the bird, all wanting to get close to the bird.

However, they forgot Belken on the tree.

Belken, alone, clung to the tree and slid down.

He walked up to the children, trying to squeeze in and see the birds himself.

Belken's strength was quite great, and several children were pushed aside by him.

Those children were taken aback for a moment, and they were not happy, so they pushed Belken when they came up.

"Why are you squeezing, stupid bear."

Belken hesitated, and whispered: "Then, I also contributed to that little bird, let me pet it!"

"Then you have to come one by one, you wait!" The child left Belken with a back, and ignored him.

Belken was taken aback for a moment, then clenched his fists, and then relaxed.

He stood aside silently, kicking stones boredly.

He didn't go forward until the children were tired from playing.

"Play for me!" He looked eager.

The boy holding the bird hesitated, then handed it to him.

The bird is soft, warm and feels great in the hand.

The little bird I hold in the palm of Belken is so cute.

Belken's eyes were blank, he didn't know what to think about, but the hand holding the bird kept shaking.

"Why?" He asked in his heart, he always thought that everyone around him was using him and laughing at him.

With a bang in the head, everything cleared up.

The bird's voice was gone.

Belken opened his clenched fist just now, and on the palm of his hand, the bird was already dead.

"Have you finished playing, give it to me?" The boy approached Belken and asked Belken for the bird.

"Hehe." Belken raised his head, with a strange, ferocious smile on his face.

"Back to you!"

A black object was thrown on his face, the boy took a closer look, and burst into tears with a "wow".

It was a dead bird.

Panting heavily, Belken spread his legs and ran away.

Behind him is a noisy scene.

At ten o'clock in the evening, Belken walked home at the pace of the city.

"bang"

A thick wooden pipe greeted Belken fiercely on his lap. Belken's father, a middle-aged man with brown hair and a bad nose, taught him a lesson.

Belken had no expression on his face, and let the wooden stick hit him one after another.

Tired from the beating, Belken's father threw the wooden stick aside and kicked Belken's ass with a "dang", and Belken staggered forward several steps.

"Go to sleep! You don't have anything to eat today." Belken's father yelled angrily.

Belken walked into his room step by step like a walking dead.

The next morning, Belken's father awoke to a scream.

It's hard for you to imagine what it's like for a big man to scream.

Why is he screaming?

Because, his house was full of dead chickens and ducks, even his bed.

Fishy, ​​disgusting.

On this day, almost all chickens and ducks in the village died.

On this day, Belken disappeared.

Eight years later, a new boxer came to a club called the King, and his name was Belken???

In this club, Belken became the king. No one was killed under his hands, and he was also famous for his powerful punches.

Accompanying him is a coach named Encore.

Coach Encore has trained Belken for eight years. He decided to train him because of his potential, just to have a tool to make money for himself.

During the few years at the Kings Club, Belken naturally made a lot of money for Coach Encore.

One night three years later, a burly man left the King's Club. His face was gloomy, and there seemed to be blood in his eyes.

He's Belken, and he left the King's Club.

Also, Coach Encore was also dead, killed by himself.

Belken can't forget, when coach Encore was training him, the whip was whipped on him.

How can physical pain compare to spiritual pain.

He had sworn a long time ago that one day, he would take revenge on Coach Encore.

He finally took revenge on coach Enke, and Enke also paid the price with his life.

Everything he did was right, the wrong thing was that he cultivated this devil with a completely twisted mind.

A small action can make him deeply hate, not to mention that whip, it is really heart-wrenching.

In front of the King's Club, the neon lights shone dazzlingly.

Belken stood in front of the King's Club and stepped into the eternal darkness.

?????

Now, in a registration point of the Siberia training camp, facing so many powerful boxers, Belken's distorted mind continued to emit a dark light.

?????

"Boom"

The last group of boxers walked out of the cage and closed the iron gate.

They all completed their trials, except Zhao Wuji.

Max turned around and looked at Zhao Wou-ki with deep eyes. After a long time, he said, "It's your turn, No. 105."

"I hope you are always number 105, I hope you are the real number 105." Max said silently in his heart.

"No. 105, it's up to you to choose the number of wolf dogs." Max said in a low voice.

He looked at Zhao Wou-ki, observed Zhao Wou-ki's expression, and prepared to listen to Zhao Wou-ki's answer.

Zhao Wuji smiled faintly, folded his hands behind his back, and said: "Everyone will go in!"

"what!"

"what!"

Alan was the first to go in and back, almost screaming, but Zhao Wuji actually asked to put all the wolfhounds in, what happened to him?

Max buried his surprise in his heart, this No. 105, has he lost his judgment.

With a sigh, Max thought to himself: "There is really only one number 105, and no one can replace it. As for the Chinese man in front of him? Well, let him go!"

The cruelty in Belken's eyes became more and more serious, with viciousness and disdain appearing alternately on his face.

"Sure enough, he is a fool. It seems that he will be torn to pieces by wolf dogs soon, haha." Belken grinned sinisterly.