Master of the city

Zhang Fan did not know whether he was a warrior or not. But the action of this strong man just now really disgusted him.

That black man is fighting with others here out of helplessness. Even if he just started on that girl is a bit cruel, but also under the control of others to do things.

But what did this strong man do? After he came down, he first stepped on the girl's neck without pity. And then he sneaked on the black man completely out of line. Zhang Fan is not a virgin of compassion. But he really doesn't like this man.

The strong man easily broke the black man's neck. This is the end of the game.

A bunch of photos appeared on the tablet screen on the coffee table, and then those photos quickly changed, as if they were picking people to be the next opponent.

Zhang Fan's eyes are very sharp. In the changes of these photos, he can see that there are not only pictures of men, but also some beautiful women and even animals.

As the photo changes more and more slowly, when it finally stopped, the photo of a beautiful young girl appeared on the tablet. And the girl looks familiar. Isn't this Abe who has been following bassoon?

"Ah, po..."

Abe didn't say anything all the way. When it comes to explaining, it's basically Michael. But after seeing this picture, Abe cried out.

Po, the name Are they Abe's twin sisters?

Zhang Fan's eyes fell on Basong's face.

"She's been waiting on you. Are you going or am I going?"

From the way Abe looks, we can see that her sister is definitely not a female killer of the suing Angel type. There is only one result after being elected, that is to die in the hands of the strong man. And look at the girl who just got kicked out. Abbe's sister will definitely die miserably.

"Where can I get my husband to play in such a trifle? I'll just come. "

Bassoon said, casually pulled the casual coat and vest inside, revealing a body is not exaggerated, but full of explosive muscles.

Tablet computer has not shown the duel of both sides of the disk, Danfeng has opened the door on the glass curtain wall, stride toward the arena. Then the phone in the box rang. Abe quickly picked up the phone and said a few words to the person opposite. Soon, a staff member in Roman costume ran into the arena from the side door, stopped bassoon and said something to him.

Zhang Fan saw Basong pen signed a document, and then threw the pen to the staff and went into the arena.

The strong man obviously didn't expect that the box opposite him would come down, and he was a man who was not very tall but also strong.

In terms of body shape, the strong man was obviously superior to bassoon. He has a big body, wide shoulders, thick back, big arms and a round waist. At first sight, he is a strong master. Compared with him, bassoon seems to have shrunk.

Seeing bassoon sign the document, the strong man knows that bassoon's identity is different from his. Bassoon is a guest.

"Gentlemen, please keep your distance and prepare for the fight. You can choose the weapon you like. There are no rules here, all for the purpose of knocking down the opponent. I believe you have understood. Then, after our clearing personnel leave, the two can start fighting by themselves. "

The staff in Roman style simply explained to the two men, and then directed the cleaning staff to take the two bodies away from the field.

Zhang Fan thought they would at least get a stretcher and a body bag, but they didn't. The cleaners just grabbed the girls and the blacks by the ankles and dragged them off the ground like dead pigs. The two lines of blood on the sandy ground, which are slowly drying up, seem to be accusing the cruelty of the fighting field.

"What will be done with their bodies?"

As a geomantic omen man, Zhang Fan wants to know how these people will be dealt with after their death.

"On this side of the fighting field, there are beasts for fighting. The bodies of the losers were sent to the corral. Brother, if you want to see that picture, just say it. It can be broadcasted here, or I can take you to see it. "

See bassoon end, but also seems to be for Abe, Michael's heart inexplicably settled down. The tone of voice also returned to bright.

"I'm not interested in those. I'm interested in you right now. Come and sit down

Zhang Fan took a picture of the position beside him. Rice can be very clever to come back, sitting in the side of Zhang Fan. But this time she didn't take the initiative to hold Zhang Fan's arm.

Zhang Fan's actions make her feel Zhang Fan's mind. Miko is a little bit afraid to act now.

"I can kill you or maim you at any time now, can't I?"

As soon as Miko sat down, Zhang Fan's first sentence made her heart tremble.

"Yes, brother. Michael is your personal toy from the time you choose him

There was a pathetic look on Mick's face."Do you belong to the club or to me now?"

"Well Miko belongs to the club as well as to your brother

Zhang Fan's question is a bit abstract, and Michael doesn't know how to answer it.

"Did you come out? Bet me bassoon, one million. "

Zhang Fan didn't immediately discuss the ownership with Miko, but let her bet first.

The club has set the opening, which seems to be decided from the shape of two people. A strong man named Tielong pays 0.8 per cent. Bassoon paid 1.5. Obviously, the club is not very optimistic about bassoon.

There is a sneer on the corner of Zhang Fan's mouth, which means that it is someone else's territory in the club. If it's open in the outside, Zhang Fan will definitely let Jinxin film industry lose even without pants. The amount of 1 million should be more appropriate. It won't hurt Jinxin film's muscles and bones, which will attract attention. It can also make Zhang Fan a fortune.

"Well, brother. It's a good bet. Just now, the system gave feedback to the opposite gentleman, but he made 10 million yuan. "

"All right, just do it. Are they going to start? When they start to fight, you should think over the question I just asked you, and give me an accurate answer when they finish. Are you mine or the club. Squat in the corner over there and answer when you think about it. If I'm not satisfied with your answer. Then it's your turn to play the next game. "

Zhang Fan waved his hand coldly and motioned for Miko to squat in the corner.

It's impossible for Michelle to refuse Zhang Fan's order. But after squatting with his back to the crowd, Miko's face began to change rapidly. She's still a person, she's emotional, and she's afraid of death. Now Zhang Fan is throwing her a multiple choice question. Live and die. If Zhang Fan keeps that attitude in the restaurant. Michael will answer him without hesitation that he belongs to his brother.

But after entering the private room of the fighting field. Zhang Fan showed that kind of madness, let rice can not know how to choose. If you choose, the answer belongs to your brother. Will it be used as a substitute for Zhang Fan's first love?

Put aside the rice can be there to ponder blindly don't talk, Zhang Fan's vision returned to the arena.

Bassoon stood opposite the strong man named Tielong, six or seven meters apart.

Tielong held a dagger from the weapon rack in his hand, but bassoon just took a cloth belt from his trouser pocket and tied it to his head, and then continued to hold his arms around his chest.

"That Tielong is going to have a lot of bad luck."

Seeing Basong's action, Zhang Fan couldn't help muttering.

Bassoon is a man who advocates martial virtues. Even in the underground boxing competition, bassoon would bow to his opponent with his hands folded in accordance with the etiquette. This time, however, bassoon did not.

This can only show that bassoon did not treat the other side as a real warrior at all. It's absolutely contempt. As for winning or losing, Zhang Fan didn't think about it at all.

Basong had paid Zhang Fan before. What he practiced was not modern Taiquan, which was mainly competitive, but ancient Taiquan. The boxing technique of ancient Taiquan is not only confined to boxing, but also unique in the use of weapons. Bassoon not only does not salute, but also does not choose weapons, which shows that he looks down on each other.

All the staff left the scene. Tielong weighed the dagger in his hand, and a grim smile appeared on his face.

"Are you a guest? Come down to play this game, too? Do you know that after you sign that contract, you are no different from anyone here? "

Tielong looks at bassoon with a bit of arrogance. He is a mercenary from the French foreign mercenary regiment. He is very confident in his combat effectiveness. Moreover, he was holding a dagger that he was used to. The man who was obviously not as good as him on the other side didn't even choose the most basic weapon. He just stood on the other side with his bare hands. Isn't he looking for death?

"There are differences. I won't die."

"It's not up to you whether you want to die or not!"

Tielong sneered. He made a dive towards bassoon. He held the dagger in his right hand and put it on bassoon's neck.

The way soldiers kill people is so simple and direct. A shot is straight to the point.

Bassoon didn't even dodge. He directly raised his right foot and kicked Tielong's chest and abdomen with a quick stab.

Tielong's body is much more agile than it looks. Holding a dagger stab is just an aggressive running action, which is not a real move. After bassoon's foot, Tielong quickly turns his body, dodges bassoon's attack route, and then swipes the dagger on his hand and cuts it towards bassoon's ankle.