Master of the city

"I don't need you to worry about it. You just need to make sure that there are no women, children and old people in my opponents. Or you can ask the room where the girl was kicked off just now. Does the guest have any other thugs who want to die? If so, I'll be happy to give them a ride. "

Zhang Fan coldly looked at the opposite compartment. The glass curtain walls of these rooms are all one-way glass. You can see the outside from the inside, but you can't see the inside from the outside.

"Do you know the girl you just met?"

Asked the staff in great uncertainty. The girls here are all collected from different places. It's hard to avoid meeting some guests before. If the girl who just died is Zhang Fan's acquaintance, maybe there will be some trouble.

"I don't know. I just can't stand it. The first time I came to a place like yours, I couldn't get used to some things. "

"Oh. Well, that's good. I'll ask the gentleman above. Just a moment

The staff nodded and turned to the VIP room above.

After entering the private room, the staff only stayed in it for two or three minutes and then came out quickly. Behind him was a strong white man who was two meters tall. The man's muscles were all over him. A face full of flesh has two X-shaped scars, which makes his face look particularly ferocious and terrifying.

"Hello, Mr. Zhang Chuan. This is the hitter from the guest over there. His name is Thompson. The guests over there are not happy that your friend killed one of his staff. So I agreed to let Thompson fight you. If Mr. Zhang Chuan wants to go back now, there is still time. If you insist on taking part in the duel, I will prepare the exemption agreement now. "

Staff is still very formulaic to Zhang Fan said. But in his words, it is hoped that Zhang fan can give up this stupid duel. After all, he really doesn't like Zhang Fan, and he doesn't want Zhang Fan to have any trouble here.

"Hi, yellow monkey. Although you are a guest, as long as you stand here, we are equal. Death has always been equal to all of us. You'd better not. I'm looking forward to your scream when I break your bone. "

Before Zhang Fan said anything, the white man named Thompson began to provoke.

Zhang Fan narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at him. Like the iron dragon just now, Thompson's body was wrapped with a murderous spirit. Obviously, he's also a man who has killed people and seen blood. I'm afraid he killed more people than the iron dragon just now.

"I'm sorry, white pig. There are many people in the world who want to break my bone, but absolutely no one can succeed. And white pigs. This is the territory of China. When you spit out the four words "yellow monkey" from your mouth, you should be ready to swallow it back

Zhang Fan is very disgusted with those foreigners who use such insulting words as "yellow monkey" to address Chinese people. That's why I was angry with Princess Tina?

"Your Chinese territory? No, no, no, don't make a mistake, yellow monkey. The world belongs to anyone, and that depends on the fist has the final say. In this arena, only those with big fists can count. Now I'm very interested in breaking your bone, and then invite your friend out. I'll take you two down to bury my old man. "

"It depends on whether you have the ability."

Zhang Fan gave a cold hum. I took the exemption agreement from the staff and signed the name of "Zhang Chuan" on it.

"Yellow monkey, you are very interesting. I might as well tell you that I came from the French foreign Corps. There are 346 people who died in my hands. There are 16 women, 32 children and 23 old people. "

Thompson said triumphantly about his record.

"Are you telling me how shameless you are?"

"No, I just want you to know that as long as it's my enemy, no matter who it is, I will kill him without hesitation. So don't expect your identity to give you any security. You will be the 347th person I killed. "

Thompson's face was filled with a cold smile. It's like Zhang Fan is in his bag.

"Well, we can start when we are ready."

Zhang Fan didn't pay much attention to Thompson's provocation. In fact, Thompson is not a big threat to him at all. There's another reason why Zhang Fan wants to go down.

"Weapons can be used in duels here, so I need to choose one."

Zhang Fan is very casual to throw down such a sentence, no matter what reaction Thompson has, just selfishly went to the weapon rack.

He picked up a spear from the weapon rack, looked and put it back, then picked up an iron sword and observed it carefully.

Of course, Zhang Fan didn't come here to look for treasure. He did it to find a weapon with rust on it. The chemical formula of rust is Fe2O3, which is called ferric oxide. Iron oxide, after being treated, can become another kind of common iron product -- magnet.The fighting field they are in is located in the southwest corner of the whole floor. Zhang Fan knows this. But because of the ring-shaped VIP rooms in the arena. After entering here, Zhang Fan was not very able to clearly distinguish the direction.

Before in the restaurant, he could turn on his mobile phone and secretly use the electronic compass on his mobile phone to identify the direction. But not here.

What? Why do you want to distinguish the direction?

He didn't end up fighting or killing. He is to add a feng shui layout to this floor.

People may die every day in the fighting field, and they die miserably. The resentment and evil spirit of these people when they die cannot be underestimated. It would be better to use these resentments against Jinxin film.

Finally, Zhang Fan cut a piece from an iron sword. He thought it was good rust. Then he gave it a hard crush with his finger. Under Zhang Fan's real Qi, the rust was rolled into a thin iron needle like thing.

Zhang Fan holds up the needle with his fingertip and carefully feels the subtle movement of the needle to measure the position here.

"I said, yellow monkey, what are you doing there? If you don't dare to fight, you can go back to your private room and change your friend who looks very powerful. Don't waste your time here. "

Zhang Fan's dallying behavior obviously made Thompson a little impatient.

"In such a hurry to die? You're number one. I don't like these weapons. Forget it. No more

Zhang Fan said and dropped the iron needle on the ground. Turn around and face Thompson and move your shoulders. At this moment, Zhang Fan's action seems very casual. However, if there is an open-minded person here, you can see that Zhang Fan's aura is extremely strange.

His whole body was emitting scarlet evil spirit from head to foot. But these evil spirits are not to pester his opponent, but to gather in his pocket.

"Yellow monkey. You have only the last few minutes of your life. "

Thompson clenched his hands and began to shake under his feet. This is the boxing posture. Zhang Fan is very lazy standing there, facing Thompson hook finger.

"You're weak. I'll let you go first."

"Yes, but I won't be polite to you! We mercenaries don't want to lose face, just kill our opponents! "

Thompson was not irritated by the scorn in Zhang Fan's tone. Instead, he rushed towards Zhang Fan with a straight fist.

Zhang Fan is short. Hit Thompson in the arms. Van Gogh is only a little over 1.6 meters tall. Thompson, on the other hand, has two meters. Zhang Fan will take advantage of this close up technique. But Thompson is no rookie. In his career as a mercenary, fighting with people much shorter than him didn't happen once or twice. Seeing Zhang Fan bullying him in his arms, Thompson raises his right leg and bumps his knee against Zhang Fan's chest and abdomen. It's obviously better to use legs and knees than fists to deal with such small people.

And he has self-confidence. Even if he can't let Zhang Fan do it, he will be beaten back. After all, the size of two people is there, and the power is not a progression at all. Zhang fan can only get hurt if he rushes hard.

But to Thompson's surprise, Zhang Fan pressed his hand on his knee when he raised his leg. Thompson's knee, which had been pushed out, was pressed back by Zhang Fan. Then Zhang Fan's body bumped into his arms, a iron mountain against, with the shoulder back hard against Thompson's body.

Thompson felt as if he had been hit by a truck. The whole body flew backwards out of control. But to his surprise Zhang Fan has a great impact, but he doesn't seem to be hurt. It's just a little stuffy in the chest.

"Maybe the yellow monkey doesn't have a good command of power."

Thompson is still thinking about Zhang Fan's attack in the air, why it didn't hurt him, but Zhang Fan is not idle. After bumping Thompson away, he stopped for a moment, and then he started to make another effort to rush towards Thompson. When Thompson just landed, Zhang Fan had jumped up, clenched his fist and hit Thompson on the head.

"Bang"

seeing his fist getting closer and closer to his head, Thompson quickly rolled aside, and Zhang Fan hit the ground with his fist. While Thompson was secretly frightened. Zhang Fan also drew a sneer from the corner of his mouth