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Just when the gunmen were about to shoot at Zhao Changqiang, a voice suddenly rang in everyone's ears: "Wait!"

Everyone looked towards the place where the sound came from, and found a gloomy white man standing up from the guy who was knocked unconscious by Zhao Changqiang. He had been by the side of the guy who passed out just now, and kept urging the doctor to move quickly. Point, it appears to be a friend of the big white man.At this moment, he saw that his friend had woken up under the doctor's treatment, so he turned his attention to Zhao Changqiang.

I saw him looking at Zhao Changqiang with hatred, and then said viciously: "He injured my brother, we can't let him die like this! We want him to die on the ring! Mr. Kusen, I I implore you to allow Eiselberg to fight and tear this guy to shreds! And I am willing to buy weapons for Eiselberg."

There is a weapon rack outside the wire, which is filled with all kinds of cold weapons, long knives, axes, iron rods, big hammers, almost everything you need.Next to the weapon shelf is a dedicated manager.The spectators in the stands can buy weapons for the fighters in the ring according to their own preferences. After they hand over the money to the organizer, the weapon manager will be notified immediately and throw the weapons purchased by the spectators onto the ring.

However, although these weapons can be recycled and reused, the audience has to spend a lot of money every time they buy them, so much that even these rich people who come to watch the game want to buy weapons for their favorite boxers.

After the weapon is thrown on the stage, it belongs to whoever it should be, and it cannot be grabbed randomly. If it is grabbed randomly, the gunman standing at the top of the stand will shoot immediately.

Kusen didn't express his opinion right away, but glanced at the young man who spoke. He was only focused on controlling Zhao Changqiang just now, and didn't see the young man. Now that he looked carefully, his heart suddenly thumped, because he didn't care about this young man. no stranger.

This person is one of the legal heirs of the Mellon Consortium, one of the top ten consortiums in the United States. His name is Carlos Mellon. Young master, he idles around all day long, and this black market boxing arena in Kusen is a place he often comes to. He doesn't care about the family business at all.

Having said that, it seems that a big son like him doesn't need to work too hard to manage the family business. The top is the decision-making layer, he is not qualified to enter, and there are various executives and managers below.If you have done everything yourself, why do you want them to do it?

Seeing that it was him, Kusen no longer insisted on beating Zhao Changqiang into a hornet's nest immediately.Although Cuson is also very energetic in the United States, he is still far behind the Mellon family. Besides, Mellon is his honored guest now, and he must respect the opinions of the guests.

When Kurson was thinking about these pros and cons, Frank thought he didn't want to agree to Carlos's suggestion, so he hurried to his side and said in a low voice: "Mr. Yan Wang died tragically in the boxing ring, and we can still make a fortune. I don’t want Zhao Yan Wang’s appearance fee, I just want to win a lot of bets!”

"Okay, I will do as you said. Next time, Eiselberg will come on!" Kurson said indifferently, although he seemed to be answering Frank, but his eyes were on Mellon.

Mellon nodded at Kusen, then walked up to Zhao Changqiang in full view, stared at Zhao Changqiang and said, "Hmph, bastard, how dare you deal with people from the Mellon family! I want you to die Ugly! I'm going to have Eiselberg chop you up into pieces and throw them in the trash to feed the flies!"

Zhao Changqiang looked at the arrogant Mellon, a strange smile suddenly appeared on his face, and he muttered, "What a fool!"

While talking, Zhao Changqiang suddenly swung his arm and slapped Carlos Mellon's face with a "slap". Carlos felt a sharp pain in his jaw, and when he wanted to speak again, he was startled, but he was speechless up.

Zhao Changqiang directly knocked his jaw off.

Zhao Changqian was really worried just now, worried that these bastards would really ignore him, and shoot him with so many muzzles, even if he became a Tathagata Buddha, he might be beaten into a sieve, but since After he listened to Carlos' words, he no longer had this worry.

He has already seen that Kurson actually doesn't want to kill him right away, he also wants to make him a lot of money. In the boxing match, although the odds offered by Kusen were outrageous, almost everyone still bought Effelberg to win.And Eisenberg can indeed win every time, so as the banker, Kurson can't make a lot of money from Eiffelberg.

This is a very simple reason, just like a football club match, when two giants face each other, the tickets will definitely sell well, and the gambling business will definitely sell well, because it is full of variables, but if one of the participating teams is a top giant , a relegated team, I'm afraid it will be difficult to catch fire, everyone can guess the result with their eyes closed, so what's the use of gambling?

Kusen and the others are not fools. According to Zhao Changqiang's performance just now, they have judged that Zhao Changqiang must have the strength to compete with Eiselberg. The money can make Kurson a lot of money.So of course he didn't want Zhao Changqiang to be beaten into a hornet's nest right away, and he only insisted on killing Zhao Changqiang before because it was the rules of the arena and he had to do so. Zhao rushed out like a long gun, harming the audience casually, who would dare to watch the boxing match after that?Who dares to gamble on boxing?

Now, Carlos, the victim's friend, has decided to let Zhao Changqiang fight again and let Effelberg tear Zhao Changqiang up. Of course, Kusen will not insist on shooting Zhao Changqiang on the spot.

It was precisely because of these reasons that Zhao Changqiang thought of it that he dared to slap Carlos' chin off with a slap under the threat of many guns, and knocked out his big white tooth by the way.

After Zhao Changqiang finished beating people, before everyone could react, his body suddenly jumped and fell under the wire, then his legs flicked, his body was raised again, his feet flipped a few times on the wire, and the next moment he fell Inside the wire.

However, when everyone in the stands saw Zhao Changqiang showing such agility again, instead of marveling, they roared loudly again.No matter any boxer, in the eyes of these audiences, they are just clowns or toys that can bring them bloody excitement. They will never applaud a clown or a toy, and of course they will not feel sad for them.

Iron Mouse has been taken away from the boxing ring by his manager, but the peel and confetti mineral water bottles on the boxing ring have not been cleaned up, and they look like a mess.

Effelberg was a boxer directly managed by Coulson. After receiving Coson's instructions, he stepped into the wire.

Zhao Changqiang carefully looked at the man in front of him who had beaten Yan Fei seriously, and his heart began to turn cold little by little.I saw that Eiselberg was more than two meters tall, with a hulking back, and his dark skin seemed to reflect bursts of light under the light.

"Are you Eiselberg?" Zhao Changqiang asked coldly in English.

"That's right, Eiselberg is your grandfather and me. What's your name, boy?" The big black man bared his teeth and yelled at Zhao Changqiang, showing his big buck teeth. Ronaldinho saw this big buck I'm afraid Ya will have to snicker for several days, and finally find a big buck tooth uglier than him on the earth.

"You can just call me Hades. Do you still remember Yan Fei who was injured by you before?" Zhao Changqiang said while looking at Effelberg without blinking.

"Yan Fei? Oh, hell, I can't remember how many people died at my hands. If your friend is not dead, you should be grateful for him." Effelberg said contemptuously.He didn't pay attention to Zhao Changqiang who was two heads shorter than him at all. In his opinion, Zhao Changqiang who was 1.8 meters was just a small scumbag.

And before he took the stage, he already understood what happened in the audience just now, and he thought he was here to play the role of executioner.There is no difference between this boxing match and the previous ones.

When the two people said these few words on the boxing ring, the audience in the audience started booing:

"What are you talking about?"

"Are you two having sex?"

"Oh, hell! Effelberg, kill that yellow monkey! Kill him! No more nonsense with him!"

Effelberg looked up at the crazy audience in the boxing ring, and suddenly felt a sense of boredom in his heart. What kind of path did he take?This is a road without any future, without any light!With my current strength, if I were to be on the regular boxing ring, I would have already become a world star, loved and admired by countless people!But what do you count now?Every day is endless training, training!There was almost no freedom at all, as if he had signed a bond with Kurson.

But now he doesn't have the strength to resist Kusen at all. Although he is very skilled, almost no one can defeat him in the boxing ring, but no matter how powerful he is, he is not as powerful as a gun!

He can only be a doll for Kurson and those rich people!Even if he has the current grades, he can only be regarded as an advanced doll at best.

"Effelberg, do you want to die? Hit me! Hit me hard and tear that yellow monkey to shreds!" Melon Carlos roared from the auditorium.His jaw had been screwed up by his personal doctor.It seems that his personal doctor is not bad, so he didn't put a plaster on him.

"Let's fight! This is my life!" Eiselberg knew that he could not change his own destiny. He could only get a little pleasure and a sense of accomplishment from the bloody massacres again and again.

Effelberg assumed a standard fighting stance, then stepped forward suddenly, and smashed Zhao Changqiang's face with a straight right fist!