At the end of 2016, in an ordinary basement in San Francisco, USA. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

This basement is not much different from other basements, the only difference may be that it is full of all kinds of exercise equipment, especially sandbags, in this basement covering an area of 100 square meters, there are more than a dozen sandbags, and in the corner of the room there is a one-meter-high wide wooden table, which is full of various weapons, including knives, swords, daggers, fist gloves, etc., the most conspicuous is the two silver desert eagles placed in the middle of the table.

"Bump" "Bump" "Bump"

There was a muffled noise in the basement, which should have been silent.

When I looked closely, I noticed that a man was in the basement and was constantly hitting a sandbag hanging in the middle.

The obviously oversized sandbag was like a toy in front of the man, as the man made a heavier fist, the angle of the sandbag swayed more and more, and with the man's last powerful volley, the sandbag finally completed its last mission, and flew backwards with a 'click' that was hit by the man, separated from the hook directly in the air, and when it flew backwards, it had burst open, emitting dust from the sky.

The man is about thirty years old, and his face is featureless, and he belongs to the appearance that he can't find when thrown into the crowd, but it can still be seen from the man's resolute face that the man seems to be a person with a story, and a centipede-like scar runs from the man's right forehead to his chin, adding a bit of hideousness to the man.

The muscles of the naked upper body are sharp and angular, not like the greasy muscles of the muscular man in the United States, his muscles are full of beauty, although they are not strong, but everyone who sees them can feel the explosive power from his bulging muscles.

Bronzed skin, about 1.8 meters tall, refreshing flat head, except for the ordinary appearance, the rest of the men are so perfect, perfect not like humans.

The man's name is Lin Miao, and it seems that the name full of literary and artistic atmosphere is so incongruous when used on the man's body. Although he is not well-known in other places, he is in the United States. Even the world underworld can be described as famous.

Lin Miao, who was born in 1980, is thirty-six years old this year, but he is still single, not because he doesn't want to find a wife, but because his identity is destined for him to be lonely for the rest of his life.

Lin Miao, who didn't know his parents, was abandoned in front of a deep mountain gym in Mount Tai not long after he was born, but fortunately, the owner of the gym, Lin Miao's 'old immortal' saw that Lin Miao had adopted him pitifully and raised him, otherwise he would have died a long time ago.

There was only that old man in the Taoist temple, so Lin Miao was tragic, and he hadn't had a good day since he could remember. 'Old Immortal' looks kind-hearted, with long white hair and a white beard hanging down to his chest, plus a word of white eyebrows, making him look like a worldly master of idle clouds and wild cranes, but in Lin Miao's eyes, this thing is completely a black-bellied 'Old Immortal'.

Don't look at this old man who seems to be powerless, but he is a real master of national arts, so Lin Miao, the little guy who appeared in front of the gym out of thin air, was regarded by him as God's compensation for him.

So Lin Miao's miserable days began, he was trained by the old man and devil since he was a child, not only had to run hundreds of stairs to fill a large tank of water early in the morning, but also was responsible for cleaning the entire gym. After breakfast, I had to follow the old man to learn various boxing techniques.

When he was six years old, he had to run more than ten miles of mountain roads every day, crossing the steep Mount Tai to study at the only school near the distance. Everyone knows the steepness of Mount Tai, and Lin Miao has to run to such a place twice a day, so the light body exercises can be regarded as practiced in this way.

What's more important is that although the old man belongs to the devil and the like in Lin Miao's heart, his kung fu is not a decoration, so Lin Miao, who has followed the old man for more than ten years, has experienced running dozens of miles of mountain roads every day, plus carrying water and chopping wood every day, and the various boxing techniques he learned from the old man, plus his talent is not weak, so it can be said that he has a strong body and strong kung fu.

But the old man was old, and finally burped when Lin Miao was fifteen years old.

And Lin Miao finally left Mount Tai, who had never left for fifteen years, and went to high school in a distant county town.

But how could Lin Miao, who has such skills, be a mediocre person, so he was not at ease in high school, and even beat a bully on campus in his third year of high school and was directly expelled from school.

Lin Miao, who entered the society, had no other skills, so he had to be a gangster, but his kung fu did not fall for a moment, and he defeated the director of a martial arts gym by chance, which also started his road to kicking the gym.

In the five years since then, Lin Miao has traveled all over the entire Huaxia Continent, countless martial arts halls, and countless famous masters have been defeated at his hands.

Finally, when he defeated a respected Taijiquan master, he was resisted by martial artists all over China.

Unable to stay in China, he went to Africa again, mixed with mercenaries for several years, and finally came to the United States.

Without much goal, he eventually became an underground black boxer, and was known as a butcher because of his strong kung fu and ruthless skills, and the ferocity that kills his opponents in every fight.

In a few days, he will complete the day of the hundred people, this day he has been waiting for a long time, he has long been tired of the boxer career in the past few years, but he made an appointment with the boss here to fight a hundred games, he doesn't want to break his promise, otherwise the future will be troublesome.

Wiping a handful of sweat, Lin Miao went straight to the table, picked up the water cup and took a sip, saw a huge pictorial posted on the table, looked at the nine smiling faces inside, the man seemed to have an iceberg for ten thousand years, and his face also showed a small but warm smile, Nan Nan said: "Taeyeon, Yun'er...... Su-young, Sika, wait, when I finish this last game, I'll go to Korea to find you. ”

After glancing at the photos of a man next to him, Lin Miao's severe cold light flashed, and a dagger instantly appeared in his hand, and then he inserted it without hesitation, and the tip of the knife was inserted right in the middle of a man's head.

"Bian Boxian, hum ......"

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Two days later, the game officially began, perhaps because Lin Miao had strengthened his belief, and today his strength was actually 200%, so the already invincible strength was even more incomparable.

His opponent, the legendary figure in the mercenary world, broke his neck on the spot before he could hold out for ten rounds.

Raising the nameplate representing the Blood Throne in his hand, a small smile appeared on the corner of Lin Miao's mouth, which seemed to be a relief, and seemed to represent the beginning of a better life on the other end......

"Bump" A huge gunshot sounded, Lin Miao's body fell to the ring, the blood flowing from his chest quickly stained the ground, and the corners of his mouth were still smiling, as if he was looking forward to the good days ahead......

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