Looking at the crazy audience around him, Zhao Chang's spear was furious. He suddenly realized that these bastards sitting in the stands were even more hated than the fighters who walked into the ring! They were the ones who gave birth to this inhumane sport! Without them, there would be no black market boxing!

Zhao Changshu's gaze was fixed on the big white man who was urinating on him, and he laughed angrily, and a cold chill emanated from him. He remembered very well that it was this person who insulted him as a yellow monkey just now, and he decided to teach this racist a stern lesson!

The big white man saw Zhao Changlan's eyes staring at him, the eyes were as cold as a knife, as if they could directly pierce a person's heart, under the gaze of Zhao Changlan, the white man actually shivered subconsciously, and his body involuntarily took a step back in the stands, almost tripping over the seat behind him.

But this guy quickly understood that Zhao Changshu was now in the iron cage, just a monkey for him to play with, even if he was not a monkey, what if he was a tiger? No matter how powerful the tiger was, if he was put in the cage, he would only be at the mercy of others. Can he still run out and make trouble for himself? The barbed wire, which is more than four meters high, is not something that he can come out of if he wants to, and he takes 10,000 steps back and says, even if he can get out of the barbed wire? At the top of the surrounding stands, there are more than a dozen gunmen, and these gunmen are just to prevent the boxers from going crazy and coming out of the iron cage to hurt the spectators.

Thinking of this, the big white man, who was a little scared just now, immediately showed a frenzy, and scolded loudly at Zhao Changshu in the iron cage not far away: "What the hell are you looking at? You have the ability to come out and beat me! Haha, yellow monkey, believe it or not, I'll shoot you right now?"

This guy said as he put away the guy in his crotch, and then actually pulled out a pistol from his back waist, and aimed the muzzle at Zhao Chang's spear.

The rest of the audience watched Zhao Changshu dare to challenge the authority of a normal audience, and they also heckled and shouted: "Come out! Come out! Ridiculous yellow monkey!"

"What about Euffelberg, let him tear this yellow monkey to shreds!"

However, when these people kept coaxing and wantonly insulting Zhao Changgun, the Zhao Changgun in the barbed wire suddenly moved!

I saw Zhao Changshu suddenly jumped forward two steps, and then flicked his legs, and his body instantly rose more than two meters, just when the body rose and weakened, his left foot suddenly kicked on the barbed wire, with the help of the elastic force of the barbed wire, Zhao Changlan's body flew up like a sword again, and the next moment Zhao Changshu stood on the top of the barbed wire more than four meters high.

Then, Zhao Changlan's body did not stop at all, his legs kicked violently on the barbed wire again, and his whole body flew in the direction of the big white man like a goshawk!

Almost in the middle of the rabbit's fall, Zhao Lance completed the whole action, and by the time everyone in the stands understood what had happened, Zhao Lance's body had already fallen to the side of the big white man.

The white man was in a hurry, adjusting the muzzle of the gun and about to shoot at Zhao Changgun, but the moment he pulled the trigger, Zhao Changshu also grabbed his wrist and pressed down suddenly!

"Bang!" a gunshot rang out, but the bullet did not hit Zhao Changshu's body, but hit the concrete floor of the stands, which was covered with a thick red carpet, and the bullet did not rebound, otherwise the stray bullet that bounced off might have injured others.

Zhao Changlan was unforgiving, and while pressing down on the wrist of the big white man, he suddenly pulled and buckled it with his strength, and with a crisp sound of "click", the wrist of the big white man was broken by Zhao Changlan!

"Ah!" came a wolf howl from the mouth of the big white man, and he shivered with pain, and the gun in his hand fell to the ground.

What Zhao Changshu hated most was that others insulted him, so he didn't plan to let the white man go like this. I saw that his right hand was holding the severed hand of the big white man, but his left hand smashed into his face with one punch after another! After a few punches, the big white man's face suddenly became as if it had been blown up by a cannonball, and the flesh and blood were blurred, the nose bone, the face bone, and the mandible were all smashed by Zhao's spear, and there was not a single big white tooth left.

The big white man screamed twice at first, but later, he fell silent, and he passed out. Zhao Changshu is still in the stands, in Zhao Changshu's opinion, this kind of person is human garbage, and he is innocent of death.

The audience in the stands were dumbfounded when they looked at the bloody scene in front of them, no one expected that Zhao Changshu would run to the stands and hurt people like a tiger out of the cage!

The spectator stands are in a stepped style, and on the top step, eight men in black stand evenly, each holding an M16 assault rifle in his hand, specially designed to deal with emergencies.

At the moment when Zhao Changlan's body burst out of the barbed wire, these eight people invariably aimed their guns at Zhao Changshu, but Zhao Changlan's movements were too fast, and before they could pull the trigger, Zhao Changlan's body fell next to the white man in the crowd.

This time, the gunman was afraid of injuring the innocent, so he immediately gave up shooting. You must know that this black market boxing arena is a membership system, and anyone who can come here to watch the boxing match is not an ordinary person, who is either rich or expensive. Bullets have no eyes, and if these people are killed, it will be a really big deal.

These gunmen did not dare to shoot from a distance, and immediately approached in the direction of Zhao Changlan. At this time, Frank was also cursing while running in the direction of Zhao Changshu under the protection of his bodyguards.

Zhao Changshu easily defeated the iron mouse, and Frank jumped high happily, planning to point at Zhao Changshu to make a lot of money in the future, but he didn't expect Zhao Changshu to be so impulsive and cause such an incident.

Fighters rush out of the barbed wire fence and beat the spectators, which is absolutely not allowed. In Frank's opinion, Zhao Lance is dead. He was now running towards Zhao Changlan, thinking in his heart how to squeeze out the last bit of use value from Zhao Changlan's body, and at the same time save his own life.

When Zhao Changshu let go of his hand, and the big white man fell to the ground motionless, he was already surrounded by people, of course these people were not ordinary spectators, those ordinary spectators were already stupid by the crazy Zhao Changlan, and they couldn't wait to stay away from him.

It was the black-clothed men who were responsible for maintaining order that surrounded Zhao Lance, and everyone pointed their guns at Zhao Lance. But instead of shooting immediately, they set their eyes on a thin, pale young man.

The young man may have some asthma, coughing twice from time to time, he is the organizer of the black market boxing, the absolute boss here, Mr. Cusson, is looking at Zhao Changshu who is standing motionless in front of him with cold eyes.

And Frank had already run over, standing beside Cusson with his waist bent, and said cautiously: "Mr. Cusson, I'm sorry, it's all my fault, but I really don't know that this bastard would do such a thing! I hope Mr. Cusson can forgive me for my mistakes! Oh, what a shit! A bitch-bitched Chinese man! I should have killed him a long time ago!"

Frank is Zhao Changlan's agent, and Zhao Changshu is the boxer he brought in, and now that something like this has happened, he can't get out of it. However, although Frank is very humble, he does not have excessive fear in his heart, although he is not the organizer of the sport, he is a famous boxer agent, and he has many fighters in his hands. Without these fighters, the sport would not have been able to go on at all. In a sense, it was an economic man like Frank who propped up this bloody event.

So, Frank didn't think that Cussen would be angry and kill himself. Besides, he has a few bodyguards hired with high salaries! Even if Cussen wants his own life, I'm afraid it will not be an easy task.

Sure enough, as soon as Frank's words were finished, Cusson coughed a few times in a row, and then frowned and said, "Okay, Frank, I know you didn't mean it, but this damn Chinese guy must die!"

Zhao Changlan was hit by Frank and Cussen's left sentence "Chinese Guoyan" and right sentence "bitch-raised", and he couldn't wait to slap the two people in front of him to death. But looking at the muzzles of the dozen or so black holes around him that were pointing at him, he finally put up with it.

Zhao Changshu regretted his impulse just now, he came to find Eisenberg to avenge Yan Fei, and now Eisenberg has not appeared, he was controlled first.

"Oh, grandma's, it's all these bastards, it's so annoying!" Zhao Changshu thought to himself as he glanced at the people in the stands around him. Usually he is not an impulsive person, and he should not do such impulsive things, but those so-called spectators are so crazy that few people can keep their cool in this extremely noisy and crazy environment.

However, this thought of regret flashed in Zhao Changlan's mind, since it happened, it had to be as it happened.

Through the conversation between Frank and Cousson just now, Zhao Changshu has already understood that Coussen is the person who talks here and is the leader here, so Zhao Changshu turned his gaze to Cousson and said calmly: "Cusson, you can't kill me!"

"Oh, why?" Kusen couldn't help but be surprised to see that Zhao Changshu could still remain calm when his life was in danger, so he asked rhetorically.

"Because I can make you money, make a lot of money!" said Zhao Changshu's eyes staring at Kusen's eyes.

"Yes! He's right! Mr. Cussen, you can see the strength of this bastard. Perhaps Eisenelberg was no match for him either. As long as he's there, we don't have to worry about running out of money to spend!" Frank said. It was not easy to find a master like Zhao Changlan, and he didn't want Zhao Changshu to be killed like this, and he would be in vain.

"The country has its own laws, and the family has its own rules! He must die!" said Kusen, looking at Zhao Changshu's eyes sharply. He suddenly felt that a person like Zhao Changshu must not stay, because he couldn't see a trace of fear in Zhao Changlan's eyes!

Such people are not something he can control! Cussen has never been interested in people who cannot be controlled. It's better for this kind of person to let him die.

As soon as Kusen's words were finished, the gunmen who had already loaded the bullets were about to pull the trigger and shoot Zhao's spear into a hornet's nest!