Just as those gunmen were about to shoot at Zhao's spear, a voice suddenly sounded in everyone's ears: "Slow!"

Everyone looked towards the place where the sound came from, and found a white man with a gloomy face standing up from the guy who had been knocked unconscious by Zhao Chang's spear, he had been by the side of the fainting one just now, constantly urging the doctor to move quickly, it seemed that he was a friend of the white man. At this time, he saw that his friend had woken up under the doctor's treatment, so he turned his attention to Zhao Changlan.

I saw him look at Zhao Changshu with hateful eyes, and then said viciously: "He injured my brother, we can't let him die like this! We want him to die in the ring! Mr. Coussen, I beg you to allow Eisenberg to fight and tear this guy to pieces! And I am willing to buy weapons for Eisenberg. ”

Outside the barbed wire fence there are racks of weapons, which are filled with all kinds of cold weapons, long knives, axes, iron rods, sledgehammers, almost everything. Next to the shelves of weapons there are special managers. Spectators in the stands can buy weapons for the fighters in the ring according to their preference, and when they hand over the money to the organizers, the weapons manager will be notified to throw the weapons purchased by the spectators on the stage.

However, although these weapons can be recycled and reused, the audience has to spend a lot of money every time they buy them, so much so that even these rich people who come to watch the game have to carefully weigh the weapons they want to buy weapons for their favorite fighters.

After the weapon is thrown on the stage, whoever belongs is whomever it is, and it cannot be grabbed indiscriminately, and if it is grabbed, the gunman standing at the top of the stand will immediately shoot.

Kusen didn't say anything right away, but glanced at the young man who spoke, just now he was only concerned about controlling Zhao Changgun, and didn't see this young man, now he took a closer look, and his heart suddenly chuckled, because he was no stranger to this young man.

This person is one of the legal heirs of the Mellon consortium, one of the top ten conglomerates in the United States, named Carlos Mellon, whose status can be described as quite noble, sitting on countless properties, but this guy is a real gentleman, a playboy, idling around all day, wandering around, Cusson's black market boxing arena is where he often comes, and he doesn't care about the family business at all.

Having said that, it seems that a big son like him doesn't have to work too hard to take care of the family business, there is the decision-making level above, and he is not qualified to enter, and there are all kinds of executives and managers below. If you have done everything, do you want them to do it?

As soon as Kusen saw that it was him, he no longer insisted on immediately beating Zhao's spear into a hornet's nest. Although Cussen is also very energetic in the United States, he is still far from the Mellon family, and Mellon is now his honored guest, and he must respect the opinions of his guests.

When Cusson was thinking about the stakes and losses, Frank thought that he didn't want to agree to Carlos's suggestion, so he hurriedly walked up to him and whispered, "Mr. Cusson, I think I'll listen to this young man, right? That would not only make Zhao Yan die tragically in the ring, but we could also make a lot of money." I don't want Zhao Yanwang's appearance fee, I just want to win a lot of bets!"

"Okay, just do as you say. Next game, Eisenberg!" said Kusen indifferently, as if to answer Frank, but his eyes were on Mellon.

Mellon nodded at Cusen, then walked up to Zhao Changshu in full view of everyone, glared at Zhao Changshu and said, "Hmph, dog mongrel, you dare to deal with the people of the Mellon family! I'm going to make your death ugly! I'm going to let Eisenberg chop you into pieces and throw them in the garbage heap to feed the flies!"

Zhao Changshu looked at the arrogant Mellon, and suddenly a weird smile appeared on his face, and he muttered: "What a fool who doesn't know whether to live or die!"

As he spoke, Zhao Changshu suddenly waved his arm and slapped Carlos Mellon's face, Carlos felt a pain in his jaw, and when he wanted to speak again, he was startled, and he couldn't speak.

Zhao Changshu directly knocked his jaw off.

Zhao Changshu was really worried just now, worried that these two goods would really ignore themselves, so many muzzles shot at themselves together, even if he became a Buddha, I am afraid that he would be beaten into a sieve, but since he listened to Carlos's words, he immediately did not have this worry.

He has already seen that Cussen actually doesn't want to kill himself immediately, he also wants to make him a lot of money again, he has already investigated, because Eiffelberg's strength is too strong, so whenever he participates in boxing, although Coussen's odds are outrageous, but almost everyone still buys Eiffelberg to win. And Eisenberg does win every time, so Kusen, as a bookmaker, can't make a lot of money from Eichenberg at all.

This is a very simple truth, just like the game of a football club, two giants against each other, tickets will definitely be sold hot, and the gambling business will definitely be hot, because it is full of variables, but if one of the two sides participating is a top giant, and a drop-off team, I'm afraid it will be difficult to catch fire, everyone can guess the result with their eyes closed, and what kind of gambling is it?

Kusen and the others are not fools, according to Zhao Changshu's performance just now, they have already judged that Zhao Changshu must have the strength to compete with Eisenelberg, if these two people go to the ring to compete, the money from gambling alone can make Kusen make a lot of money. So of course he didn't want Zhao Changshu to be beaten into a hornet's nest immediately, and he only insisted on killing Zhao Changshu before, because this was the rule of the arena, and he had to do this, if this rule was broken, in the future, boxers could rush out like Zhao Changshu and scourge the audience casually, so who would dare to come to watch the boxing match in the future? Who would dare to bet on boxing?

Now, Carlos, the victim's friend, has decided to let Zhao Lance fight again, and to let Eiffelberg tear Zhao Spear apart, of course Cussen will not insist that Zhao Lance be shot on the spot.

It was precisely because of these reasons that Zhao Changshu dared to slap Carlos's chin off with a slap under the coercion of many guns, and knocked out one of his big white teeth by the way.

After Zhao Changlan finished beating people, without waiting for everyone to react, his body suddenly jumped and fell to the bottom of the barbed wire, and then his legs flicked, his body was raised again, and his feet were upside down a few times on the barbed wire, and the next moment he fell into the barbed wire.

However, when everyone in the stands saw Zhao Changshu showing such agility again, not only did they not marvel, but shouted loudly again. No matter what fighter is, in the eyes of these spectators, they are nothing more than clowns or toys that can bring them bloody excitement, and they will never applaud a clown or a toy, and certainly will not be sad for them.

Iron Rat has been taken from the ring by his agent, but no one has cleaned up the confetti mineral water bottle in the ring, and it looks like a mess.

Eiffelberg was a fighter under Kusen's direct management, and after receiving Kusen's instructions, he stepped into the barbed wire.

Zhao Changshu carefully looked at the cowman in front of him who had seriously injured Yan Fei, and his heart began to grow cold a little. I saw that Eisenberg was more than two meters tall, with a tiger's back and a bear's waist, and his dark skin seemed to reflect bursts of light under the illumination of the light.

"You're Eisenberg?" Zhao asked in a cold voice in English.

"Yes, Eisenberg is your grandfather and me, what is your name, boy?" The big black man bared his teeth and yelled at Zhao Changlan, revealing a mouthful of big buckteeth, Ronaldinho was afraid to snicker at this big bucktooth for several days, and finally found a big bucktooth on earth that was uglier than him.

"Just call me Hades. Do you remember Yan Fei who was injured by you before?" said Zhao Changshu as he looked at Eiffelberg without blinking.

"Yan Fei, oh, hell, I can't remember how many people died at my hands. If your friend isn't dead, you should be glad for him. Eiffelberg said contemptuously. He didn't put the Zhao spear that was two heads shorter than him in his eyes at all, in his opinion, the one-meter-eight Zhao spear was a small man.

And before he took the stage, he already understood what had just happened in the audience, and he thought that he was here to play the role of the executioner. There was no difference between this fight and the previous fights.

Just when the two of them said these words in the ring, the audience had already begun to heckle:

"What are you talking about?"

"Are you two working on the base?"

"Oh hell, Evaelberg, kill that yellow monkey! Kill him!

Eiffelberg looked up at the frenzied spectators in the ring, and suddenly felt a sense of boredom in his heart: What kind of road is this he has embarked on? This is a road that really has no future and no light! With his current strength, if he had really been in a regular boxing ring, he would have already become a world star, loved and admired by countless people! But what is he now? Every day is endless training, training! There is hardly the slightest freedom, as if he had signed a deed of sale with Cussen.

But he doesn't have the strength to resist Cussen at all now, although he is strong, in the ring, almost no one can defeat him, but no matter how powerful he is, he can't be more powerful than a gun!

He can only be a doll of Cussen and the rich people! Even if he has the current grades, he can only be regarded as a high-end doll at best.

"Eiffelberg, do you want to die? Hit me! Hit hard, tear that yellow monkey apart!" Mellon-Carlos roared from the audience. His jaw was squeezed by his personal doctor. It seems that his personal doctor is not bad, and he did not even give a cast.

"Fight! This is Lao Tzu's life!" Eisenberg knew that he could no longer change his fate, he could only get a glimmer of pleasure from the bloody slaughter, a little sense of accomplishment.

Eiffelberg took a standard fighting stance, then strode forward suddenly, and smashed the door of Zhao Changshu with a straight right fist!