Rebirth of the Glory Days

Panlong suddenly stopped.

More than a dozen gang members, carrying AK47, showed their heads from all directions and pointed guns at him.

"Who?"

A tattooed man came over with a Uzi submachine gun in his hand. Obviously, his status was higher.

Panlong calm tunnel:

"Panlong. It's good for you to take me to Archer."

"Panlong?" the tattooed man repeated, making sure he hadn't heard of it, and then said in a harsh voice: "tell me your real identity and purpose, or you'll die!"

Pan Long's tone was still calm: "I'm here to solve the identity problem. I need an identity."

"Lying in the groove, you're a loser. Find my boss to solve the identity." the tattooed man narrowed his eyes and concluded that Panlong was a wanted criminal, especially the rough face was too similar. At the moment, he said strangely: "it's easy to see the boss. Go to the boxing ring first. If you win ten games in a row, I promise to take you to see the boss."

Panlong said faintly, "lead the way."

The tattoo man immediately looked at him with new eyes and said, "come with me."

Qinglong followed the tattoo man all the way in.

After turning a few corners, the roads turned vertically and horizontally. Each alley was guarded by people, all of them with heavy firepower, and some even held grenades.

"These crazy people." Pan Long scolded.

The use of grenade guns in this place is like dying together. Three guns can blow down a building.

Soon I entered a noisy hall, where a dark crowd surrounded the boxing ring like an iron cage in the middle, shouting the names of the boxers who bet.

On the ring, two heavyweight boxers, with blood on their faces and no protective gloves, are fighting with their lives. Look, that move is boxing.

Obviously, these two are boxers, and the others won't.

Black boxing never talks about any rules. No matter you use Muay Thai, Brazilian jujitsu, karate, taekwondo, Sanda, capture, wrestling and free fighting, you have no problem until the other party admits defeat or dies.

The tattooed man took Panlong through the noisy and fanatical crowd and came to a fat man.

The fat man was 300 Jin, with a cigar in his mouth. He looked stupid, but his eyes were very smart. Behind him stood two younger brothers with guns.

"Brenson." the tattoo man said with a smile, "I'll find you an expert. His name is Panlong."

The fat man looked at Panlong carefully and nodded slightly:

"Good. Where do you come from?"

"Wanted. Want to find the boss for an identity." the tattoo man said without hesitation.

The fat brenson grinned and asked Panlong, "can you defeat these two people above?"

"Arrange ten for me, let them go together, and take me to Archer after playing." Panlong said calmly.

Brenson and the tattoo man opened their mouths as if they had become stone carvings.

Slowly, Brunson first turned his eyes, swallowed his saliva, and whispered, "how sure are you?"

"Within ten seconds, all die."

The tattoo man was shocked again, his heart beat and became rich in the secret way.

Brenson suppressed his ecstasy and turned back and said, "arrange ten people to get those disobedient people up."

……

At this time, Archer was not in his nest.

Because he failed to hire Hellfire to assassinate Jiang Liangqing, the police announced the case, so he hid in the rich area and was afraid of Jiang Liangqing's sudden attack and decapitation.

But when he received Brunson's report, he was suddenly shocked: "wait until I go back!"

"Yes, boss," brenson said.

Archer rushed downstairs, got on his bulletproof Hummer, and headed for the nest under the escort of four champion bodyguards.

At this time, the two boxers in the ring finally divided the victory and defeat.

Or both of them had no strength to fight. Finally, one of them fell on the ring, and the other didn't have a black hand. He just held his knees with both hands and bent down to breathe.

There were boos below, and some shouted, "get up and continue fighting!"

This is clearly the loser.

However, the two younger brothers jumped into the ring and dragged the motionless fist away, and the winning boxer stepped down.

Brenson, with a tank like body, stepped into the ring, raised his horn and shouted in cadence:

"Dear friends, the next battle will give you a surprise. It will be the most exciting battle in the history of underground boxing. It will go down in history. Panlong from the primitive tribe of Amazon will fight ten of them!"

It comes from the primitive tribe of Amazon, which is not what Panlong said, but the characteristics of gangs.

One tenth of the people in Pakistan use forged ID cards, and the best way to forge is to claim to be from the Amazon primitive tribe and ask the state to apply for a real ID card.

Anyway, the police can't confirm it, and Pakistan's policy must resettle the primitive tribesmen who go out of the Amazon.

Plus money to open the way, all the way.

Even many gang leaders have ten identities.

But the gambler below didn't know that Panlong had no identity. He was in an uproar when he heard from Amazon.

"Sleeping trough, from the primitive tribe?"

"He doesn't think the boxing ring can use bows and arrows?"

"Panlong? I haven't heard. Isn't that great?"

"Can't you beat ten small shrimps?"

"Is it the resurrection of Tang Long?"

This sentence caused a commotion.

Tang long, a Taiwanese, is a legend in the history of black boxing in the world, setting a record of 97 games and 96 wins. Ninety five of them killed their opponents. The only survivor was unconscious and escaped.

Tang long lost only one game, the last one. Because the opponent took the swimming tactics and fled all over the court, Tang Long's physical strength was completely consumed, and then he kicked the legend to death with his best footwork.

But no one can surpass the miracle created by Tang long. No one can stick to it for four minutes under the iron leg sweeping like his axe. Most of them are killed in more than ten seconds.

This has become a great legend in the history of black boxing in the world.

So when these people heard that Panlong wanted to fight ten, they immediately shouted.

Brenson smiled and continued:

"Let's invite ten boxers to play first!"

This move is very unusual. Generally, the names of boxers are reported. Gamblers judge the win or lose according to the winning rate of these boxers. After betting, the boxers will play.

But now let ten boxers come on stage first.

The crowd got excited and waited to see what kind of people they were.

As a result, when ten boxers came to the ring, there was an exclamation below.

Everyone is no weaker than the two boxers just now!

There are even ten consecutive champions!

Brenson's reaction to the crowd was expected. He waved his arm and shouted:

"Friends, please rest assured that this fight is a battle of life and death without any manipulation! If ten boxers want to live, they must kill Panlong; conversely, if Panlong wants to live, they must kill ten boxers!"

WOW!

The audience is boiling again.

Black boxing does not count life and death. Killing, fainting and maiming are considered wins.

However, the war of life and death is rarely announced, which means that the victory and defeat can be determined only by killing.

There is no possibility of manipulation, and no boxer will give his life to others in vain.

Those ten boxers are even more murderous. I wish I could kill Pan Long with one punch now.

And Panlong still stood in place, even closed his eyes, and didn't look at the ten boxers at all.

The tattooed man always stared at Panlong and admired him more and more.

This is definitely a king's style.

"Dear friends, please bet heartily. Give you 20 minutes to call and raise money without money. It's time to witness history. The most wonderful war of this century is rare in a hundred years. Don't miss the opportunity. Focus on participation..."

The fat man began to incite constantly, and the gamblers were hot below.

These people are not only people in the slums, but also people who gamble in Rio, and even people who come from other cities.

Of course, these people must prove their identity before they can enter here. The police can't get in.

Because Panlong didn't appear, the gamblers didn't know who Panlong was, but it's certain that this primitive man from the Amazon tribe never appeared in the boxing ring.

Although they all believed that the Panlong could fight well, they all bet on ten boxers to win.

After all, the gap is too wide.

Ten boxers killed Panlong with one punch. Is there any suspense?

When the bet is over.

Panlong's perception finally found archer.

He doesn't know Archer, but no one else can make four boxers bodyguards.

But Panlong didn't move. He kept his eyes closed and waited for the moment when the battle was announced.

Archer, who had just entered the ring, walked carefully behind Panlong with four champion bodyguards under the sign of the tattooed man.

Archer was suspicious. Didn't the Dragon know that there were four masters close behind him?

If it's at this level, it's bound to die.

Archer turned to look at a bodyguard, slightly put his chin up and asked him to test it.

The champion smiled grimly:

"How dare you come here to brag, one dozen ten?"

With a sudden step, he reached the back of Panlong and hit the back of Panlong!

In the noisy ring, there was no sound at all.

This punch is going to be solid. It will definitely kill any boxer!

But at this moment——

Panlong turned back and slashed like lightning.

With a click, the champion's neck broke in an instant!

Panlong didn't look back at all. He still stood there like a stone carving, facing the boxing ring.

The fist that the champion hit turned into a soft touch, but knocked himself to the ground.

Archer's hair stood on end.

Only a limited number of people saw Panlong's hand, but they all sweated wildly.

Archer swallowed his saliva, was surprised and happy, and quietly waved his hand to carry the body away.

The tattoo man wiped a cold sweat and silently turned off the insurance of the submachine gun to avoid accidental fire.

He always thought he was frightening Panlong. Now he knows that this is a misunderstanding.

Brenson in the ring saw all this clearly, and his confidence suddenly increased. He suddenly shouted:

"Dear friends, the game has begun. Let's invite Panlong from the primitive tribe of Amazon to play!"