Sokhaev was a member of Russia's most famous Alpha special forces, winning the All-Army Sambo Championship for three consecutive years.

You must know that the Sambo here and the Sambo who entered the Olympic Games are completely two concepts, the latter is castrated and only used for competition, and some big killing moves are completely forbidden, and the Sambo popularized in the Russian army is the real killing technique.

"Colonel Sokhaev, we all know that you are the supreme Sambo master in Russia......"

Before Steve could finish his sentence, he was rudely interrupted by Sokhaev:

"Don't talk nonsense, if you have a seed, you will compare, and if you don't have a seed, get out!"

"I'm coming!"

Taylor responded to the call, he had a hot temper and couldn't stand the humiliation of the other party, and he was born in comprehensive martial arts, and he also knew about Sambo, so he felt that he could fight.

Sokhaev glanced at Taylor coldly, and said disdainfully: "You are not qualified enough to fight with me, Red Wolf, you teach him how to play." ”

"Yes!"

A strong, red-faced man snorted to his feet, strode to the center of the ring, and hooked his little finger contemptuously at Taylor.

"Humph!"

Taylor was so humiliated that he took a few steps in a rage, and with the force of his lunge, his figure leaped to his feet, and his right knee slammed into the chin of the strong, red-faced man.

"Flashy!"

The red wolf pursed his lips coldly, shrank sharply, and while avoiding the volley flying knee, he rolled on the spot, grabbed Taylor's left leg like lightning, pulled him to the ground with a bang, and rode on Taylor's lower back, twisting his calf up with both hands.

With a click, Taylor let out a scream, his face distorted from the severe pain, and a cold sweat flowed.

"Weaker than, hahaha......"

The red wolf laughed wildly and got up, and kicked Taylor's ass humiliatingly, "Get up, boy, if it weren't for Grandpa's mercy, your leg would have been ruined." ”

Other Russian men burst into laughter.

Taylor got up with a red face, looking worse than killing him.

"Who else is going to play?"

The red wolf hooked his little thumb at Steve and the others, very arrogant.

Steve was about to make a move, but when he saw Tang Haoran walking out, he suddenly felt a thrill in his heart, knowing that a wonderful drama was about to be staged.

"Boy, are you sure you're here to play Sambo?"

The red wolf looked at the thin boy, two laps smaller than himself, and didn't look at it at all.

Sokhaev and the others were also full of ridicule, thinking that this Oriental boy had come up to find abuse.

However, the young man's faint words shocked all the people on both sides.

"Master, I don't have time to play these children's tricks with you, I'm here to inform you, clean up and get out of the house immediately, otherwise, I don't mind killing you all!"

In the face of such a group of ants who couldn't get on the table, Tang Haoran didn't have the time to talk nonsense, and directly issued an ultimatum.

Damn, this is too arrogant!

Sokhaev and the others opened their mouths wide in shock, suspecting that something was wrong with their ears.

Taylor and the others were trembling, Nima, is there any mistake, this is on other people's territory, and they dare to pretend to be like this, isn't it looking for death?

"Oriental boy, are you sure you're not here to be funny?"

Sokhaev grinned, looking at Tang Haoran with playful eyes,

"Boss, this kid is so funny, he must be here to make us happy, let me educate him how to speak!"

The red wolf's face flashed with a murderous smile, and he stretched out his fan-like five fingers and grabbed Tang Haoran's shoulder.

He grabbed it very casually, thinking that he could easily throw the pretending boy out of the air.

"Click!"

Tang Haoran didn't even look at it, he reached out and grabbed the attacking wrist, twisted it slightly, the red wolf screamed, and his tall body slowly fell to the ground, his twisted and deformed face sticking to the ground.

"There are two moments, I'll teach you your kung fu!"

Sokhaev was the first to react and put away his contempt.

"You're not worthy. ”

As Tang Haoran spoke, he kicked out, this kick seemed to be an understatement, but Sokhaev didn't dodge, his lower abdomen was kicked in the middle, as if he was hit by a heavy truck, he flew upside down seven or eight meters away with a scream, fell to the ground heavily, and opened his mouth to spurt out a mouthful of blood.

Sokhaev looked stupid and didn't seem to realize what was happening.

His group of sparring partners rubbed their eyes a few times, and their eyeballs were about to come out, but they still couldn't believe that the god-like boss was kicked by a thin Oriental teenager and vomited blood.

Taylor and the others were all shocked and their mouths were wide open, and they all had hellish expressions.

"Old!"

After a full three seconds, there was chaos in the ring, several strong men rushed up to help Sokhaev up, and the others glared at Tang Haoran angrily, but their eyes were full of jealousy.

"Whoa!"

The guards around the hall reacted, rushed over one after another, and raised their guns to aim at Tang Haoran.

"Ahem, ahem, ahem......"

Sokhaev coughed violently several times and coldly threatened: "You are a real master, but can you beat these dozen guns?"

"Sir, I'm most annoyed that others are pointing guns. ”

At the same time as Tang Haoran let out a cold voice, with a flick of his ten fingers, the Dao Wind Blade flew out, and the steel spears in the hands of the sixteen elite mercenaries were all cut in half, and then, the Wind Blade slashed across their necks, bringing up strings of blood flowers.

Plop Plop Plop –

Sixteen mercenaries fell to the ground one after the other, a piercing grunt in their throats.

The hall fell silent.

Everyone, all stunned.

The unbelievable means of killing people far exceed these mercenaries who were born in the military.

In their eyes, these were sixteen elite mercenaries, but in front of Tang Haoran, it was easier than raising their feet and stepping on a dozen ants.

They didn't know that they said to Tang Hao, this was too childish, and with one divine thought, he could kill all the mercenaries within a radius of dozens of miles.

Again, this place will be his home in the future, and he doesn't want to make it too bloody.

"You believe me now, don't you? I repeat, get out of here with your men!"

Tang Haoran glanced at Sokhaev and waved his hand impatiently, as if chasing flies.

Sokhaev's face changed violently, and without any warning, he fell to his knees with a thud and said respectfully: "Lord Immortal, you must be a legendary immortal! ”

Sokhaev has a rough appearance and a simple mind, otherwise he would not have become the leader of the mercenaries and gain a foothold on such a complex island of white sands.

He immediately realized that this young man had fairy-like means, and it was definitely wise to follow the young man.

A circle of shirtless strong men in the ring also knelt down one after another.

Taylor and the others looked at each other, and they didn't expect to kill them, so easily solved?

"Surrender. ”

Tang Haoran touched his nose, this was beyond his expectations, but thinking that the island was about to be developed and constructed, it was the time to employ people, so he simply kept it, although it was useless, it was okay to be a coolie.

(End of chapter)