A long thorn with blood in Zhao's hand was fiercely inserted into the lion's eyes.

The male lion wailed, his huge claws waved at the target, only leaving an extra hole in Zhao's body, this pain made Zhao, who had already experienced more violent, not to the point where he could not bear it, he knew that he couldn't let go, he held the lion's basin-sized head in one hand, and stirred it fiercely with the other hand.

"Woo ......" The lion, who had been majestic just a moment, now let out a wail like a severely beaten dog. The eyes are always the key point of the creature, and the whole head inside is already a mess with Zhao's agitation, and it is already a miracle that it can make a wail

The lion finally stopped moving, and it was like, no, it was just a piece of rotten flesh that was paralyzed on Zhao's body.

Zhao's feet, who were pressed down, began to exert force with a "Bah!", the lion was kicked away, he staggered to his feet and fell down again, and after repeating it like this a few times, he got up on his knees, at this moment he was like a bloodthirsty Shura who crawled out of purgatory, and only after he pulled out the long thorn from the lion's eye, did everyone realize that this guy was a bone as a weapon!

Bitten off by a lion, it comes from Mike's bones!

The entire hall fell silent, and the people who had just cheered were frozen in place as if they had been petrified in an instant.

"Dead, dead, dead? Wang Miao looked at the scene in front of him and turned back to Du Feng tremblingly and said, "The lion is dead, am I losing?"

Du Feng didn't nod his head, let alone look at Wang Miao, whose face was white, his eyes were locked on Zhao on the stage.

"Ouroboros?" Du Feng relied on his supernatural eyesight to see the snake stinger on Zhao's body very clearly.

That's a tattoo peculiar to the Ouroboros mercenary group, yes, but there are two crossed scars on this snake. But don't worry about what that means, meeting him here means that you have a clue.

Du Feng felt that he seemed to be very lucky, and couldn't help but say to himself: "I didn't expect to meet the Ouroboros here." ”

"He's using a weapon, it's not fair!" Wang Miao shouted as if he had grasped a life-saving straw.

Suddenly, he hurriedly pulled Du Feng and said: "Brother Liu, he fouled, this game is invalid, invalid, it is the lion who won, I bet right." ”

Now Wang Miao seems to be crazy, pulling Du Feng's collar as if questioning Zhao's crime, this is a boxing match for him, he is holding a weapon This is not fair, this is not fair!

Is it fair to let people with their bare hands fight lions? The game just said that you can't bring weapons into the field, and it doesn't say that you can't make weapons!

Apparently Zhao's victory was recognized.

Finally, after waiting for a long time to see that the lion was sure not to move, the referee in a suit finally dared to open the iron gate and walked in, bypassing the blood stains on the ground, and the referee finally came to Zhao's side.

Zhao pushed the referee over and walked towards Nils, who fell to the ground, with his dilapidated body in his hands.

In the silence, the sound of blood falling from Zhao's body seemed to be heard, and Nils at the door of the cage looked at the person walking towards him in horror, he knew what he had just done to this person, and at this time he was definitely here to take revenge!

There is no doubt that the bone spur in Zhao's hand successfully pierced Nils's midchamber.

"Now I announce the winner, Zhao! Congratulations to the guest who placed a bet for Zhao today. ”

"Even!" The audience finally boiled from the cold field, especially the people who die-cast Zhao, and they cheered even more wildly.

"I almost got it right. Du Feng stood up from his seat with a smile, this feast was over, there was no need for him to continue to look at the corpses here.

At this time, Wang Miao was holding his head and sitting on the chair, he was trembling and talking to himself in horror!

"I must not let them know about the embezzlement of money! I must not let them know, and I must flee if I escape. ”

"What do you know?" Du Feng said casually.

As if he had been smelled the sore spot, Wang Miao looked a little nervous and said to Du Feng:

"Money! By the way, can you lend me some money?"

Seeing that the other party was unmoved, Wang Miao could only continue to beg: "Brother, lend me a little money! Please, otherwise I will never be able to get out of this casino." ”

"Underground bank?" Du Feng already knew what this compatriot had done, he had borrowed money to gamble in this casino, and now he had lost all the gambling money, and more than a million dollars had become a sharp knife around his neck.

"You must be very rich if you are so generous, right?" Wang Miao cried and said: "Just lend me a little, one hundred thousand, not two hundred thousand, okay?"

"I used to earn money here, and I really earned money in a few dozen minutes a night that I couldn't get for a year of work, but ......"

Du Feng waved his hand to signal Wang Miao not to continue, gamblers have a common problem, gambling tasted the sweetness for the first time and thought that the money was so easy to make, and then invested more and more one after another, but the result was a mess of losses like a car, this kind of thing Du Feng has seen too much.

Du Feng took out two pink renminbi from his wallet, slapped them on Wang Miao's seat and walked out of the Colosseum, which guy known as Zhao has Ouroboros tattoos, no matter what, he has to ask.

Now there is something important, of course Du Feng will not temper with Wang Miao too much, he is not a philanthropist after all, for a gambler like Wang Miao, Du Feng has no good impression of him in his heart.

……

On Aleppo's First Avenue, a Mercedes-Benz SUV is driving on the road, and its brand-new body reflects the surrounding lights and looks extremely dazzling. It seems out of place with the dilapidated buildings around it.

The funny thing is that four years ago, when Aleppo had not experienced the war, for Aleppo at that time, this car was just an ordinary car at the end, at that time, supercars were almost all over the streets, and any parking lot was full of millions of luxury cars.

A middle-aged Chinese man in the back row of the car said to the young woman next to him: "Baby, don't make trouble, I told you in the East China Sea at the time, you will play in Turkic when you come, and when I finish my errands, I will go back to pick you up and return to China together, but you just won't listen." ”

The young girl pouted arrogantly and tilted her head to the window, as if she didn't want to pay attention to the man.

The man shook his head, and he reluctantly picked up the phone and dialed out a number.

"Xiao Wang?" the man said, "How is the hotel booked, I have arrived in Aleppo by myself, and is tomorrow's journey arranged?" ”

The man was on the phone, and a contract in his hand kept flipping.

His name is Yang Zhen, the owner of a company in Donghai, China, if it weren't for a big customer in Syria, he would never risk his life to come here.

After all, now because of the war in Syria, most of the businessmen like him who have invested in Syria have withdrawn their assets, although he still has property here, but most of them have been handed over to his own agents, and he can't come out.