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The old driver is not old, white and clean, with a pointed chin and a short beard, a red tight-fitting suit, a figure of less than 1.7 meters, squinting slightly, looking at the Tiger Hogan from the Siberian training camp with a defiant expression. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Hogan, a black race, looks to be 1.85 meters tall and weighs no less than 95 kilograms, with dark skin crisscrossed by muscles, and a pair of cold eyes looking at each other. He is obviously a fighter who has been trained in the rigors of life and death, and in the eyes of others, the thin figure of the old driver is no match for him at all, but he has no carelessness.

For a black market fighter, carelessness means death.

This is the case in the world of black market boxing, where a fighter has only two options to choose between getting into the ring – kill or die. This is not a contest, but a real duel, fighting for one's life and never dying...... If you are careless, you will die.

Tang Long, a Chinese who was recognized as the strongest black market fighter in the twentieth century, had a pair of indestructible legs as powerful as a big axe, and he blocked and killed the Buddha and killed the Buddha, but in a battle with a huge disparity in strength, Christy Pauli, who was known as the "bulldozer", killed with a simple game of mouse and cat!

After a long confrontation, the two fighters stood in two corners of the ring, not moving.

"Grass!"

“FUCK!“

"Yaga!"

"Hey!"

"Hiba Loma!"

All kinds of national scolding came in response.

"You two stupid pens!" A familiar voice came into Wang Qiang's ears, it was Wang Gongzi.

Human nature and human affection are released vividly at this moment!

The two fighters finally rushed to each other at the same moment.

Hogan threw a straight left hand at the old driver. Immediately followed by a right hook, a left hook, a straight kick, a sweep, a big split, a sharp and ferocious move, wanting to kill the opponent. But the punches and kicks were gently dodged by the old driver impartially.

The provocation on that face suddenly changed color, and the old driver's figure shook, standing behind Hogan like lightning, and slapped Hogan on the back of the head.

There was a snap, not too painful, but Hogan was shocked into a cold sweat.

The other party's figure changed so fast that he didn't have time to react. Who is he, could it be that the boss specially invited him to take his life. How can it be so simple to take money and leave?

The other party was standing behind him, but he didn't show a killing move, he was teasing himself and slowly playing himself to death.

The disparity between life and death has emerged, and there is a hustle and bustle off the field, and the lines are changed accordingly.

"Play with him." "Torture him to death." "Gouge out your eyes." "Rip off his cock." …… The audience suddenly exploded, and shouts erupted.

Hogan, from Ghana, doesn't speak any other language, but he can guess the audience's meaning, and the day before yesterday, on this stage, he knocked a fighter from India to the ground with eyeballs on the ground, winning applause from the audience.

This is the black market. The audience here, no one cares where you're from, no one cares what you're fighting for, what they want to see, in addition to blood, is violence.

Another red shadow flashed, and the old driver kicked Hogan's crotch, this time with great force, knocking Hogan directly to the ground.

“Comeon！” The old driver looked at Hogan, waved his hand, and shouted defiantly.

Hogan struggled to get up, held his breath, and suddenly roared, rushed to the old driver with all his strength, picked up his body, and fell off the stage with a bang. If you die, you will die together.

Under the ring, several wooden planks two meters wide surround the entire ring, and each wooden board is nailed with densely packed blades that are 20 centimeters long, which are dazzling.

In mid-air, the old driver got out of Hogan's arms as smoothly as a loach, hooked his feet on the guardrail on the ring, pulled his hands, and threw the 95-kilogram Hogan back to the stage.

"Want to die? It's not that simple. The old driver stood on the stage and blurted out a sentence in Japanese.

"You're a ninjutsu?" Hogan asked as he leaned on the stage in horror.

"Saga, I don't think the Siberian training camp is very good." The old driver is very arrogant, a black market fighter who won all eight fights was beaten by him so much, he really has no reason not to be arrogant.

“Comeon。” The old driver put down his smile and roared.

On the rostrum on the second floor, a middle-aged man with a goatee and a cigar in his mouth looked at the ring with a smile, "If you want to take money from me and leave, I'm afraid it's not that simple." ”

It's another life-and-death struggle.

Hogan's arms were broken and bleeding, but his legs were still intact.

Blood, little by little, is what this stage needs, the majority of the audience.

Except for one person, Wang Qiang.

He didn't come here to watch the fight, he came to smash the field, and learned from Tang Ren that this was the Pattaya stronghold of the Yamaguchi Group, and he didn't hear Xiaoxiao's breathing within eight hundred meters, so he had to come here. If you can't find the other party, then let the other party come to you, and things will be much simpler.

The so-called smashing of the field, in fact, the main target of smashing is people, and a large number of tables, chairs and benches are really nothing to smash. It is said that there was a boxer who abused eight people in a row here, and Wang Qiang wanted to abuse him. Today, it seems, the goal is about to change. This old driver is obviously a Japanese, but he said that he came from Lujiazui, by the way, what does it mean, it is better to ask him directly.

"Jingle bells." The bell rings under the ring.

"Who are you and what are you going to do?" A few sturdy men came over.

"I'm going to re-bet." Wang Qiang said lightly.

"Bet you're going over there."

"But there's no opening over there. I'll play and I'll win, and let this Japanese guy call me grandpa within three minutes. ”

"What?"

The audience roared.

The old driver trembled all over, turned to look at Wang Qiang, "What you said is true?" ”

"If you're deaf, I'll repeat it."

There was silence.

The old driver teased a boxer who won all eight fights like this, but this young man wanted to beat him for three minutes and begged for mercy, whether he didn't want to live anymore, or was he a ****.

A timid shout echoed in the field, "Brother Qiang......"

Wang Qiang looked at Shi Feifei, who was worried, and smiled slightly.

On the second floor, Goatee asked coldly to the rear, "When did he come here?" ”

"I ...... We didn't notice. A few people behind him said timidly.

Indeed, they didn't notice it, they really didn't expect that Wang Qiang would take the initiative to come here to die.

"Notify the other side, keep an eye on the people."

"Hey." One nodded and walked away.

Downstairs, by the ring.

"Can we start?" Wang Qiang asked lightly.

"The opening market, the boss speaks, the boss sits in the bank, whoever buys this gentleman wins, one loses ten."

No one is ****, everyone buys the king and loses, in the current economic depression, it is also good to make a profit without losing 10%.

The conversation between the two reached Wang Qiang's ears.

"I'll give you a million now, but you have to bet on him to lose, so that the 1.1 million you win is yours." Wang Gongzi said coldly.

"Huh?" Shi Feifei exclaimed, pondering for a moment, "Okay, thank you, Brother Wang." ”