"Come, Yuan Gaoyang, eat a piece of chicken. ”

"Well, put the one in front of you...... Hand it to me. ”

Yuan Gaoyang smiled and said, "This is called 'Cutting Dragon Power'. ”

"Yes, yes, dragon power, dragon power, come, hand it to me. ”

Fang Yuanshan bit his mouth, eating with a mouth full of oil, and finally said, "Xiao Cheng, turn the soup in front of you......"

Cheng Fenghua turned the dish with a gloomy face, and Fang Yuanshan said, "Thank you!"

"Well, that's good. Come to Yuan Gaoyang, you taste. Why haven't I drunk it before?"

"Boss, this is called 'Dominary Green Bean Paste Soup', which is a rare local cuisine in Xiangjiang. ”

"Well, how do you know everything?"

Yuan Gaoyang said: "There was a member of our team who was a native of Xiangjiang, and his family opened a big restaurant. ”

"By the way, I haven't asked you either. What kind of nationality are you now, and how did you end up working as an employee at Blackwater?"

Yuan Gaoyang smiled and said, "Of course it's a Chinese person." After I retired from the special forces in China, I went out to look for a job, and then the job search was not very smooth. Then I went to a death training camp in Siberia for half a year, and when I came out, I was hired by Blackwater. ”

"Damn, you kid is ruthless enough! How about it, I heard that the Siberian training camp is terrifying, is it true?"

Cheng Fenghua at the table watched these two people talking on their own turf, not taking themselves in their eyes at all, and wanted to leave with their sleeves brushed up, but considering the advice of "Uncle Ming", he finally calmed down. It wasn't until the boy talked about his bodyguard that he listened.

Hearing his question, Yuan Gaoyang, who was originally laughing, couldn't help but darken his face. He whispered, "Really." It's not horror, it's hell. It is divided into three groups, the first floor of hell with a mortality rate of 50 percent, the tenth layer of hell with a mortality rate of 85 percent, and the eighteen layers of hell with a mortality rate of 99 percent. The eighteenth layer of hell produces a king of soldiers every three years. He is called the 'Night King' by the mercenary world!"

Fang Yuanshan didn't even know what 'green bean soup' was coming out of his mouth when he heard it, and asked with his mouth wide open, "So awesome!

Yuan Gaoyang said embarrassedly: "I'm on the first floor." ”

"Wow, you're so on the first layer, and the 'Night King' on the eighteenth layer can't fly to the sky?"

Yuan Gaoyang's eyes were misty: "Very powerful! I know a guy named 'Christopher', and he is the only winner of the eighteenth floor in 03." He bench presses 260kg, squats 750kg, breaks a 3.7-inch iron pillar with a single kick, kicks 6 kicks per second, and kills two brown bears or a furious black boar with his bare hands. ”

"I rub. That's awesome, huh?"

He knew his own things, Fang Yuanshan thought that he could do these things now, but his strength was not cultivated by his own ability, but by the mysterious space. So now that he heard that a ** mortal fetus could catch up with him with training alone, Fang Yuanshan was so frightened that he couldn't close his mouth.

"And that's not all. Christopher's home is Iraq, and when the US-Iraq War broke out in '03, his wife and children were killed by airstrikes. When Christopher came out of the death training camp and learned the news, he rushed back to Iraq overnight, broke into the US military camp single-handedly, and killed more than 200 people, including senior US generals. After that, he left safely. ”

"I ...... I ......"

Seeing Fang Yuanshan's shocked look, Yuan Gaoyang continued: "This incident is top secret, I can't see it in the news, the US military has blocked that incident, and it will not be declassified until 50 years later." ”

"And after that?"

Christopher then changed his name and formed a guerrilla detachment to raid American strongholds everywhere. No less than 1,000 US soldiers died at his own hands! The United States once offered him a sky-high reward of $20 million. Unfortunately, last year he suffered an attack on his old wounds and the guerrillas betrayed him, so he was killed by an American bomb. ”

"Whew~" Fang Yuanshan took a deep breath. It's a shame that such a wizard died.

The meal was almost finished, and he turned his head to look at Cheng Fenghua next to him. This 15k talker had already been dumbfounded, and he couldn't think of how there could be such a person in the world?

Fang Yuanshan smiled and said, "Xiao Cheng, is the story exciting? You see, we have also eaten, so don't bother." By the way, this story of my bodyguard is your food money. ”

"Let's go!"

Regarding Fang Yuanshan's ridicule, Cheng Fenghua didn't say much. When the two of them walked downstairs to the gym, they heard a burst of cheers from inside.

"Hit. Hit him...... Below. Fast, left ......"

"Good ......"

Fang Yuanshan didn't even look over there, he laughed with Yuan Gaoyang and walked towards the gate, and just stepped out of the threshold of the gate, there was a provocative sound from behind.

"Hey~ The one who kicked the sandbag that day, why don't you come and play with both hands?"

"Yes, our Orangutan King happened to be here today. Do you want to come up and play with both hands?"

Fang Yuanshan now almost has a feeling of "invincible in the world", and he really has no interest in what kind of "master" comes out of such a boxing gym. It's not that he blows, it's just the orangutan king, if he goes all out, it is estimated that he can't even resist it, and he is likely to die on the spot.

"Let's go!"

"Whoosh~"

Hearing a sound of breaking the air, Fang Yuanshan hadn't made a move yet, and Yuan Gaoyang, who was walking behind, had already swept out with one leg. The "pop" sound has already kicked the incoming object away. It turned out to be a fist glove, no wonder it made a noise!

"Hey, I heard that you kicked the sandbags in our gym away, are you that powerful?"

As he spoke, a young man in his twenties stepped out of the crowd. This man is 1.9 meters tall and weighs 80 kilograms, shaved a green skin, standing in front of Fang Yuanshan and the two of them, looking at them defiantly.

Fang Yuanshan glanced at the man in front of him, and said with a lack of interest: "It's not that powerful." ”

"How about a conversation?"

Seeing this man's eagerness to try, Fang Yuanshan was really afraid that he would kick him to death if he didn't control him well, so he would be embarrassed if he saw "Lao Cheng" when he turned around, and turned his head towards Yuan Gaoyang: "Then, I'll leave it to you." The boss bets 100,000 yuan with you, betting that you can't solve him in five minutes. If you exceed one minute, you will be deducted 10,000 yuan in bonus, and 10,000 yuan will be added one minute in advance. If you ......"

Before Fang Yuanshan finished speaking, Yuan Gaoyang twisted his ankles twice, and he didn't go to the ring, just waited for the man to come over in the center of the field. This green-skinned man, who should be called the "Orangutan King", walked to the side and just held up a straight fist, Yuan Gaoyang had already taken off into the air, his left foot was dangling in the air, and his right whip leg had been pumped to his neck fiercely.

"Bang" kicked this green skin backwards again and again, Yuan Gaoyang, who fell to the ground, did not stop, twisted his waist and stomach, and kicked in the air, and the huge force directly kicked this "orangutan king" out, collapsed to the ground, and struggled several times without getting up......

“26、27、28…… Okay, it's over!"

(To be continued.) )