Frank wasn't stupid at all, and the only reason he did such a strange thing was because he thought that Zhao Lance might not really kill him. Until now, he still didn't know the relationship between Zhao Changshu and Yan Fei, and he thought that Zhao Changshu suddenly ran back to the private room, just to let him take him out of here. Because when he first ran back, he didn't show any ill will towards Frank.

And the situation took a turn for the worse, Zhao Changshu forced his head with a gun, it was entirely because he first forced Zhao Changshu's head with a gun and threatened to kill him, so Zhao Changshu launched a counterattack. As long as he can explain clearly to Zhao Changshu and apologize to Zhao Changlan, maybe the two of them can turn the conflict into a jade silk, and everything will be fine.

And if those four bodyguards continue to stay here, they may really anger Zhao Changshu and force him to shoot himself! That's why Frank unexpectedly took all his bodyguards away.

Of course, in Frank's heart, Zhao Lance must die, and the Mellon family is not something that people like him can afford to provoke, although Carlos Mellon is just a loser in the Mellon family, but even so, he can't afford to mess with it. In order to gain the Mellon's forgiveness, he can only kill Zhao Changlan. The premise is that he first lured Zhao Changshu to put down the gun.

"Hurry up and let me go, Zhao, you know, I was joking with you just now. We're all men, can't we even afford to make such jokes? Don't you think that if I really wanted to kill you, you wouldn't have a chance to snatch the gun out of my hands? You should know very well that the Mellon family is not easy to mess with. The two of us have to have a good discussion. Frank continued to babble.

Zhao Changshu finally understood Frank's good idea, and he sneered and said, "Frank, you seem to have misunderstood something. Do you remember Yan Fei?"

"Yan Fei?" Frank muttered with a frown, and began to search for all the news about Yan Fei. Unfortunately, despite his racking of his brains, he still couldn't get any news about Yan Fei. Frank did a lot of things that happened to Yan Fei, so Yan Fei didn't impress him.

Zhao Changshu glanced at the corner of his mouth, and said with a sneer: "It's really a noble person who forgets things." Let me remind you, do you remember the young man from the Chinese country who you brought here a few days ago? The one who was seriously injured by Eiffelberg? He is Yan Fei, and I am here to avenge him today!"

As Zhao Changshu spoke, he used his coat to wrap the gun in his hand around one by one, and the thick coat became a simple silencer.

Frank was shocked, his mind finally searched for all the news about Yan Fei, and at the same time, he suddenly felt that today's affairs were a little troublesome. This self-proclaimed King Zhao Yan didn't come here to play black market boxing at all to make money, he came here to avenge Yan Fei!

Now that Eiffelberg has been killed by King Zhao Yan, the next one must be himself?

Frank suddenly shuddered in his heart, and said with a shudder: "I'm sorry, Mr. Zhao Yanwang, I'm really sorry for Yan Fei's matter, but you also know that I didn't beat him like that." Of course, after he was injured, I did not fulfill my responsibilities as an agent, and I am willing to make any compensation for Yan Fei! ”

"Well, I'm telling you, my brother doesn't need your apology. My brother's vengeance will be paid with blood!"

Speaking of which, Zhao Lance no longer talked nonsense with Frank, but continuously pulled the trigger in his hand, and with the dull sound of banging gunshots, a cloud of blood mist splashed on Zhao Lance's chest, and the shot at close range directly knocked Frank's head into a rotten watermelon.

"Poof!" Frank's body fell straight to the ground, and he didn't even have a convulsion before going to God.

"Phew, stupid guy!" Zhao snorted, threw away the blood-soaked coat wrapped around the pistol, pulled a tissue from his body and wiped the blood droplets that had splashed on his face, and by the way, the blood spots that had splashed on his arms. Then he bent down and took all four pistols on the ground to his body, and then opened the curtain of the box and walked out.

Although Zhao Changshu wrapped his coat around the pistol, there was still a gunshot just now, but at this time, no one paid attention to what was going on in the box, they just wanted to leave this place where a large-scale shootout would break out at any time.

At this time, although the spectators in the stands were still chaotic, order had been restored at the exits, and there were two people with AK rifles on their backs at each exit, of course they would not check the documents of those people or anything, because they had already remembered the appearance of Zhao's spear, and as long as they looked at it, they knew whether the person standing in front of them was the person they were looking for.

Zhao Changshu lowered his head, burrowed into the crowd, and was carried by the crowd towards the gate closest to him.

At this time, in one of the most luxurious boxes in the stands, Cussen was patting his chest to Melon Carlos, who was standing in front of him, and assured: "Mr. Carlos, don't worry, there are my people at every exit of the arena now, and the one surnamed Zhao can't fly out of the arena even if he becomes a fly!"

"Now there are only two people at each door, I'm afraid I can't stop that kid, right?" said Carlos, frowning.

"Don't worry, my people are all well-trained sharpshooters, although Zhao is very good at kung fu, but he can only obediently wait for death for my gunners!" said Kusen patting his chest, the people in charge of the guard here are the veteran special forces he hired at a great price, and Kusen is relieved of their marksmanship.

"Hell, don't brag in front of me about how powerful your people are, if it weren't for them, Zhao wouldn't have been able to escape from the ring at all! Your gunmen are as slow as snails in front of Zhao!" Carlos said irritably, he was really angry with those gunmen, and he actually watched Zhao Changshu escape from the ring, and he didn't even fire a shot!

Cusson was photographed by the power of the Mellon family, although he has always respected Carlos very much, but he can have such a huge underground boxing market, and he can be regarded as a hegemon, at this time, hearing Carlos so sarcastic and sarcastic about him, his face was also a little unbearable, so he said intentionally or unintentionally: "Oh, Mr. Carlos, according to my idea, Zhao was killed immediately, and you let him re-enter the ring and let Eisenberg deal with him!" If it weren't for your decision, Zhao would have already turned into a dead corpse and been thrown into the abandoned pit by me!"

"Oh hell, damn Eisenberg, what the hell did he do? Did he lie on a woman's ass and eat shit last night?

Just as Cusson and Carlos were discussing how to catch Zhao's spear, they suddenly heard two crisp gunshots from outside the box! Cusson picked up his collar and yelled, "What the hell is going on?

"I don't know, no! The gunshots came from the direction of the West Gate. A hurried voice came from the headset.

"Simon!" said Coussen, turning to Carlos, and sped towards Simon.

"Maybe King Zhao Yan has been shot by now, right?" said Kusen to himself as he ran.

However, to his surprise, when he arrived at the West Gate, he saw two of his security guards lying in a pool of blood at the gate, everyone was shot in the heart, the bullet penetrated the heart, and it seemed that he would not survive.

"Damn! chase me! Damn!" Cusson yelled angrily, beckoning a few bodyguards who had been following him to hurry up and chase him out. It was only at this time that he suddenly realized that the guy named Zhao Yanwang was by no means a simple boxer! No matter how awesome a boxer was, he would not have such good marksmanship!

The two security guards were shot by Zhao Changshu. He was caught in the crowd, his head hung and kept moving forward, and the two security guards who were checking at the door didn't notice him at all.

It wasn't until Zhao Changshu was only twenty meters away from them that a sharp-eyed security guard spotted Zhao Changlan, and he hurriedly reminded his teammates loudly: "Zhao Yan is here!"

They only know that Zhao Changshu is called Zhao Yanwang, but they don't know Zhao Changlan's real name and surname, so they have been calling Zhao Changshu Zhao Yanwang, obviously they don't seem to know what the Hades in Chinese means, if they knew, they would definitely not call it that, it was really a little unlucky.

Another security guard also found Zhao Changlan caught in the crowd under the reminder of his teammates, and they received a death order to shoot as soon as they saw Zhao Yanwang, so after the two saw Zhao Changlan, they raised the rifle in their hands and were about to start fighting.

However, the long body of the AK rifle hindered their movements, and they were just about to pull the trigger when the gun of Zhao Changshu in the crowd rang out first.

This time, Zhao Changshu didn't wrap up the pistol, the huge gunfire frightened the people around him into scattering and running, Zhao Changshu spread his big feet, and ran to the exit of the gate in just over two seconds, without looking at the two people lying on the ground, and jumped out directly.

Zhao Changshu is very confident in his marksmanship, as long as he is shot, he wants to live again!

The strange-looking bus that Zhao Changshu was riding when he came was still parked at the gate, and countless people were desperately squeezing towards it, shouting and scolding.

Zhao Changshu jumped to the driver's door of the bus, and before the driver could understand, he ripped the driver off the seat, and then he jumped into the cab in one step.

Unexpectedly, this driver is also a bull fork character, after being thrown out of the car by Zhao Changshu, he actually pulled out a pistol directly from his waist and was about to shoot Zhao Changshu's head.

Zhao Changshu put him in his eyes, just glanced at the driver out of the corner of his eye, and then raised the gun in his hand and suddenly it was a shot, the bullet penetrated the driver's right wrist impartially, and the gun in his hand fell to the ground with a thud.

Zhao Changshu ignored the driver who was rolling on the ground with his severed hand, but sat in the driver's seat and turned to the people behind him and shouted: "If you want to live, get out of here!" I shouted to three, if there are still people in the car, don't blame my bullets for not having long eyes!"

Zhao Changshu spoke English, which was supposedly understandable to everyone.