A grim smile appeared on Zhao Changshu's face, and he said, "Do you think I'm someone who will be scared? To be honest, I'm looking forward to the arrival of my own battle. ”

As he spoke, Zhao didn't look at Frank, he really hated Frank's double chin.

Frank's mind reflected the shot of Zhao Changshu kicking Lucas to death, and he suddenly thought that as long as he handled the relationship with Zhao Changshu well, he might really be able to make a lot of money. He didn't know that the somewhat ruthless young man in front of him, nicknamed Zhao Yanwang, had already sentenced him to death!

Zhao's spear competition was coming soon, but the opponent was not Eiffelberg, but an Asian man like him. When his opponent spoke, he immediately knew which country the other party was, because the other party spoke fluent island bird language, coupled with his sturdy little man, and the unique Ren Danhu in the world, he was simply the label of an island country devil.

Don't look at the devil of this island country is not tall, but he has a lot of reputation in the New York black market boxing world, and almost everyone knows about the "iron mouse" in this circle, and his reputation is second only to Effenelberg, and every muscle in his body is hard like an iron lump, and it is said that he once punched a crazy bull to death.

Frank picked such an opponent for Zhao Changlan, and it was also fully considered, he had seen the strength of Zhao Changlan, with the strength of Zhao Changlan, there was no suspense at all to deal with ordinary boxers, so he didn't want Zhao Changshu to fight those low-strength boxers, because when those boxers competed, the odds offered by the organizer were not high, and Frank didn't make much money at all.

He endured Zhao Changlan's unreasonableness in order to make a lot of money, and if it was just to make a little money, those fighters he kept in captivity could also make money for him.

And Frank didn't want Zhao to take on a top fighter like Evenelberg for the first time he stepped into the ring, after all, Effenberg was so powerful that almost no one could shake his position in the black market boxing industry. Although Zhao Changshu is powerful, he has never stepped into the black market boxing ring after all, and if he faces an opponent like Eiffelberg in the first fight and is killed by the opponent, Frank will lose more than he gains.

In fact, now Frank has some regrets about Yan Fei. He has been thinking now that if he hadn't asked the organizer to offer higher odds and make more money at that time, maybe Yan Fei wouldn't have scrapped so quickly, and maybe he could fight a few boxing fights to bring him more income.

Now, Frank has learned to be obedient, so he finds an iron mouse as an opponent for Zhao Changlan. Iron Rat is recognized as the second master in the industry, against Zhao Lance, the odds offered by the organizer are one thousand and five, which is already very high, which can ensure that Frank earns enough money, of course, if he wants to achieve the goal of winning, the premise is that Zhao Lance has to win the game.

Zhao Changshu and the iron mouse walked into the ring through a small door, and then the staff came over, closed the small door, and locked it with a click. The game is now underway. There was no whistle, no referee, and no judges. In other words, all the audience are judges, all judges.

There is no such thing as foul play here, you can use any method to kill the opponent in front of you! Even if you don't know anyone before, you don't have any fetters between you, and you don't have any grudges, but once you get into the ring, you become enemies of life and death, and any mercy and softness can bring disastrous consequences to yourself.

When the surrounding audience saw the two people on stage, they immediately began to shout frantically: "Iron Mouse, kill him! Iron Mouse, kill him!"

Of course, there are also people who are shouting frantically: "King Zhao Yan, kill him!

There was no whispering, no chatter, just wild screams, loud roars, like wild beasts.

In this perverted environment, not only the personality of the fighter has changed, but even the emotions of those viewers have been distorted.

Frank signed up for Zhao Changshu in the organizers, using the name of Zhao Yanwang. The name doesn't matter here, it's the fists and kicks that matter. In fact, those who often participate in black market boxing and do not die in the ring, people only remember their code names, few people know his original name, just like the iron mouse, the audience only knows that he is called the iron mouse, very capable of fighting, very powerful, ordinary people are not his opponents, if he participates, as long as he bets on him to win, he will definitely make money, but he does not make much money.

This time was no exception, and most of them pressed the treasure on the iron rat. Of course, there are also those who don't admit death, and put the treasure on Zhao Changlan, and they bet that Zhao Changshu can win. Although the chance of winning money is very small, once Zhao Changshu really wins the upset, then he will immediately be able to make a lot of money, and the odds of one to one thousand and five will be one!

Fifteen hundred! What kind of concept is that? And in this case, Frank pressed a million dollars and bet on Zhao Changgun to win!

"Boy, you're going to give me a win!" Frank shook his fist at the Zhao spear in the barbed wire fence and roared loudly.

Zhao Changshu looked up at Frank, who was standing on the edge of the box, and did not speak, but a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth.

At this moment, the iron mouse launched an attack on Zhao Changlan! I saw his two little short legs flick suddenly in the boxing ring, and his short body immediately bounced in the direction of Zhao Changshu like a cannonball, and at the same time swung his right elbow and slammed into the front door of Zhao Changlan. The action is fierce and vicious, clean and neat, without any showmanship.

Zhao Changshu took a step back, and at the same time, on the side of his body, the elbow of the iron mouse swept over the tip of his nose, and the gust of wind actually made Zhao Changlan's skin feel hot.

"Grandma's, sure enough, there are two brushes!" Zhao Changlan couldn't help but think secretly in his heart as he dodged the attack.

These famous black market boxers, none of them did not step on the corpses of other fighters step by step, their strength is undoubted, every move is to run for the vital organs of the human body, every move is to kill people, and the psychological quality of this kind of person must be surprisingly good, otherwise it would not be able to go to this day in the black boxing market.

The iron mouse didn't put the unknown Zhao spear in his eyes for the first time, although he was very short, but he didn't look down on short people, even Zhao Changlan, who was more than 20 centimeters taller than him, was no exception, not to mention that Zhao Changlance was only about 1.8 meters, that is, more than two meters of boxers, he defeated I don't know how many!

However, after a minute, the iron rat changed his opinion of Zhao Lance, but by then, it was too late, and Zhao Lance's uppercut smashed into his chin like a hammer.

With a "click", the iron mouse's mandibles were suddenly broken into several pieces, and blood continued to pour out along the cracked skin and mouth. At the same time, his short and fat body flew directly upwards more than a meter high, and then collapsed on the ring.

Zhao Changshu looked at the iron rat that fell to the ground, shook his head slightly, and did not continue to attack. Although he knew that none of these people who had been fighting in the black market ring all year round had any good things, he still had no intention of killing them all.

Zhao Changshu wanted to let the iron rat go, but the audience on the stage was unwilling, and they shouted frantically: "Kill him, kill him, kill him!" while shouting frantically, waving their arms vigorously, as if they had fallen into a state of madness.

Zhao Changshu glanced at the iron mouse. I saw the iron rat lying motionless on the ground, and a heavy punch from Zhao Changshu not only broke his mandible, but also traumatized his brain, and he had already had some moderate concussion, and now he has gone into shock.

At this time, Zhao Changlan's victory has been decided, but the life of the iron mouse is still in his hands, according to the rules, at this time in the boxing ring, the iron mouse is Zhao Changlan's slave, Zhao Changshu can let him live, let him leave the stage, receive treatment from the doctor, or choose to end the life of the iron mouse immediately.

Even Iron Mouse's agent couldn't interfere with Zhao Changlan's decision. He had to wait for Zhao to make a decision before he could get the Iron Mouse off the ring.

In fact, if a fighter is seriously injured on the ring and can no longer bring wealth to his agency, they are willing to beat him to death on the winning side, which will save the agency a large amount of money.

Zhao Changlan's gaze took away from the iron rat and raised his hand to look at the audience around him.

"Kill him, kill him, kill him!" shouted even more fiercely from the surrounding audience.

However, Zhao Changshu did not listen to them, but raised his right hand and pointed in the direction of the small barbed wire door, which meant to let the iron rat go.

After all, Zhao Lance and Iron Mouse don't have a deep hatred, he has already killed a Lucas, and he doesn't want to kill more. Although none of these fighters are good things.

The frantic spectators in the stands saw that Zhao Changshu had spared the iron rat instead of killing him, so they all started to heckle and shouted, "You go to die, matchstick guy!"

"Do you think you're a merciful God?

"Who the fuck is this training fighter for, is this training an English gentleman?"

"Hell, I really don't know what that yellow guy is doing!"

All kinds of foul language sprayed at Zhao spear together. There are even people who put mineral water bottles, lighters, tomatoes and other things in the ring non-stop towards the boxing ring still. It's like raining, and it's going to drown the Zhao spear in the ring!

What's even more exaggerated is that a guy closest to the boxing ring actually took off his pants and peed at Zhao Changlan with a **! The fat ass shrugged and shrugged, looking more dirty and dirty.

"Shut up the fuck!" Zhao Changlan's eyes swept around, and he suddenly roared at the surrounding stands! Although he had already mixed a trace of internal breath in the roar, but at this time, the whole stand was too chaotic, and people still couldn't hear Zhao Changlan's roar, and they felt a little funny when they saw Zhao Changlan's angry appearance.