Zhao Changshu did not answer Frank's words directly, but asked rhetorically: "You are Frank?" ”

"Shut up! Answer the boss's words honestly! Don't just show your cleverness, that only shows that you are stupid! Without waiting for Frank to speak, the bald black man who brought Zhao Changlan immediately said to him.

"Oh, Cukes, don't be so rough with our guests." Frank immediately stopped the bald black man's words, and turned to Zhao Changshu and said, "Yes, I'm Frank, now can you answer my question?" ”

When Frank speaks, his face is full of sincerity, as harmless as a kind uncle next door.

"Mr. Frank, it doesn't seem to matter what nationality I am, does it? The important thing is that we can make a lot of money working together. Zhao Changshu said calmly. Although Frank pretended to be a serious person, Zhao Changshu could see the sinister inside him through his blue eyes.

"Okay, okay. So what shall I call you? Frank asked again.

"You can call me Zhao Yan, because to my opponent, I represent death." Zhao Changshu continued to say coldly.

Frank took a deep look at Zhao Changlan, as if he had been seeing Zhao Changlan's heart.

"Okay, King Zhao Yan, you mean you want to fight with me?" Frank's temper does seem to be good.

"To be exact, I want to make money, make a lot of money." Zhao Changshu emphasized his purpose again. This is the most reassuring purpose.

"How did you get my contact information?" Frank asked again.

"I found a business card in the toilet and tried to dial it, and then I showed up here." Zhao Changshu said without frowning. He did find many business cards in the toilet, but never Frank's. Maybe he had found out, but he hadn't noticed.

"Oh, what the hell! Come with me. Frank suddenly felt that giving out business cards to people on a regular basis seemed to be an insult to himself. He muttered, got up, and walked out of the room. The two bodyguards who had been following him followed, and the two bodyguards standing behind Zhao Changshu patted Zhao Changshu on the shoulder with their hands and motioned for him to follow.

The group walked into an elevator that went straight down, and after a few minutes they came to a large underground hall with countless fluorescent lamps at the top of the room, illuminating the whole room as bright as day.

In the hall, there were more than a dozen big men, wearing boxing shorts and gloves, covered in muscle bumps, constantly waving their fists and kicks, kicking and hitting special training equipment, and roaring in their mouths.

Zhao Changshu felt an unusual aura from these people, it was a violent death aura that disregarded life! They have been trained by Frank to be a killing machine, and a tool dedicated to him to make money.

An old white man who looked like a coach, carrying a Glock pistol in his hand, kept shouting in his mouth, urging these fighters to keep training.

"Lucas! Hurry up, your fists need to be faster, and your strength needs to be greater! If you were in the ring, you would have been killed! Sutton, you didn't fucking eat? Or have you lived enough? Your brazilian kick is a fucking shit, like a pussy! The old white man kept shouting. When he calls someone's name, the muzzle of the gun in his hand will unconsciously point at that person.

Everyone here has killed people in the black market ring at one time or another, and the old white man is afraid that they will go crazy and tear themselves to pieces, and only the gun in his hand can give him a sense of security.

"Let me ask you again, what nationality are you?"

Zhao Changshu was observing the situation in the room, and suddenly Frank's chubby voice came from his ears. Before Zhao Changshu could answer, Frank continued: "Okay, since you don't want to say it, I don't bother to ask you." I hope you are not Chinese, I have been disappointed in the so-called Chinese kung fu! Those Chinese boxers kept losing money to me, and I almost went bankrupt. King Zhao Yan, I don't think you will, right? ”

"Of course not." Zhao Changshu shrugged expressionlessly and said, he understood why Frank brought him here, he wanted to see his true ability. Is there any value to be used by him, if there is value to be used by him, he will definitely take himself to play next, if there is no use value, I am afraid he will never be able to go back. This is where I am buried.

Now he somewhat understood why Frank believed himself so lightly and didn't suspect that he was a cop or some other person who was against him. Because this is Frank's territory, whoever comes here can only listen to Frank, and probably the president of the United States is no exception.

"Hmph." Zhao Changshu let out a sneer in his heart.

"Cooks, tell them to stop." Frank said to one of the bodyguards beside him.

Cooks didn't speak, just nodded, and then suddenly pulled out a black micro-punch from his back waist and shot it into the ceiling with a short shot. There were suddenly a few more bullet holes in the ceiling.

The sound of the gunfire caused everyone to stop what they were doing and look up in Frank's direction.

Frank didn't talk nonsense, he tapped a big black man with his hand, and shouted: "Lucas, come here, fight him." ”

Then, Frank turned to Zhao Changshu and said, "Go over, don't let me down!" ”

Everyone scattered in all directions, revealing a large field, and Lucas was already standing in the center of the field, making a fighting posture with his hands, staring at the direction of Zhao Changshu with blood-red eyes. The scarlet tongue kept licking its thick, black lips like a bloodthirsty lone wolf.

Zhao Changshu looked at Lucas, who was like a lone wolf, coldly, and didn't speak, just walked towards him and stood firmly in front of him.

Zhao Changshu did not assume a standard fighting stance, but put his hands behind his back, as if he was strolling leisurely.

"Hey, boy, you'd better be serious, or you'll be dead!" The white-haired old man with a pistol next to him looked at Zhao Changshu and said. With a grim smile on his face, as the coach of these killing machines, he has seen a lot of dead people here, because the boss Frank often brings some people here for trials, and these ** parts are killed.

Lucas is by no means easy to mess with, he is strong and strong, and a pair of iron fists can smash a ten-millimeter steel plate into a big hole. He made five black market appearances for Frank, killing two fighters and losing only one, but that defeat didn't kill him. Lucas is a good card in Frank's hand.

In the face of such an opponent, it is necessary to play with the spirit of twelve, but Zhao Changshu put on an indifferent posture, in the eyes of the white-haired old man, this is simply tired and crooked, purely looking for the rhythm of death. He had even seen Zhao Changshu fall to the ground with blood spurting from his mouth, and his thin body was constantly twitching. But Lucas didn't let him go, and a pair of big feet kicked and beat Zhao Changshu mercilessly until he kicked Zhao Changshu to the point that there was not a single intact bone on his body!

However, the next moment, the white old man's eyes widened, his mouth opened wide, and he couldn't say a word, as if he was completely frozen, not only him, but also Frank and his bodyguards.

Lucas saw that Zhao Changlan was not in charge, and he didn't care about standing in front of him, and he couldn't help sneering in his heart, this is a fucking fool! I really don't know what the boss thinks, and he asked me to fight him, it's an insult to me, the great fighter Lucas!

"I'm going to kill you! Only your death can wash away my shame! Lucas thought.

Thinking of this, Lucas swung his right fist and slammed a tentative punch into Zhao's spear's face, and the huge fist was like a sledgehammer that brought gusts of wind.

Lucas agrees with the white old man and others, he thinks that Zhao Changshu is dead this time! Because his hands are still behind his back, it is impossible to block with his hands!

To everyone's surprise, Zhao Changshu and Ben did not dodge, the hand behind his back did not even move, his head just gently swung sideways to avoid Lucas's heavy punch, and at the same time, his right foot swung like a whip, and a fierce kick smashed into Lucas's temple!

Zhao Changlan's kick was fast and ruthless, and the angle of the leg was very tricky, which was more confusing than the Brazilian kick, and before Lucas could react, Zhao's spear's foot swept to his temple!

Zhao Changshu hated the black market boxing without the slightest humanitarianism, in his eyes, these boxers were not only poor creatures without thoughts, but also demons who killed people without blinking! In a sense, these boxers who have been accused by the brokerage company are no longer sound people!

Their minds have been sternly distorted, and in their eyes there is nothing but money and killing and blood. Seeing one fighter after another die under their fists and feet will give them endless pleasure! These people do not deserve sympathy.

At the same time, since Yan Fei's hatred was blocked in Zhao Changlan's chest, he needed to vent!

So Zhao Changshu showed no mercy in this kick, he did his best!

"Click!"

A crisp sound came clearly to everyone's ears.

"Poof!"

Lucas's strong body fell to the ground with a bang, like a wall smashed on the ground, his ears, nose, and mouth were covered with blood, and there was not much time, and his entire fat face was soaked in blood.

Zhao's spear not only injured his temple, but also directly broke his skull.

The outbreak of Zhao's spear suppressed everyone.

Zhao Changshu glanced at the people who were still in a daze around him, walked over to Frank and said, "Mr. Frank, is there any trouble?" ”

It was only then that everyone understood what had happened, and everyone looked at Zhao Lance with the same eyes as if they were aliens. If it weren't for the fact that Lucas's body was still lying on the ground, they couldn't believe that everything that happened in front of them was real.

"Oh my God! No problem, no problem! Since Lucas has embarked on this path, he should be mentally prepared for this, yes, I believe so. Now, I believe your name is Zhao Yanwang, don't worry, I will soon take you to the competition and let you make a lot of money, a lot of money you can't imagine! But, before the game, you have to train here, you can't go anywhere! ”

Frank's blue eyes looked at Zhao Changshu and said excitedly.