As time passed, the two fighters fighting on the ring gradually entered the final climax.

Life and death are on the line!

"Bang!"

The black boxer threw a reflexive fist, like a heavy cannon out of the chamber, and bombarded the opponent's head violently, blowing up the sound of sour teeth.

The white boxer, who was hit hard, fell to the ground like a tree that had been cut down, lying on the stage with blood bleeding from his facial features, and the anger in his eyes instantly dimmed.

Not surprisingly, the fighter would soon die of severe brain damage!

"Iron Fist, Iron Fist, Iron Fist ......"

No one cared about the life and death of the white boxer, but this bloody scene was like a climactic stimulation point, which swept the audience in an instant, attracting a chorus of chanting that shook the audience.

"Ahh

Some of the rich people on the high platform on the sidelines were so angry that they threw out a pile of dollar bills and left with their men in anger. While others raised their wine glasses in their hands and smiled at the person who left, thanking him for the dollar bills he left.

The reason why the black market boxing scene has endured is because behind this bloody game, there are a large number of wealthy people who are looking for excitement.

Honor? Status? Fame?

For black market boxers, it's all shit, and only money is paramount.

And the source of this money is the rich people who are willing to pay high fees in search of excitement, gambling, and relaxation.

The middle of the high platform on the second floor has the best view.

"Mr. Smith, you're just leaving? Don't you want to win the money back from me? A white man in a suit and leather shoes with gold-rimmed eyes called out to the black man who had already stood up, looking like a gentleman, but his peripheral eyes swept over the bodyguard beside the black man.

In the bodyguard's right hand, there was a black briefcase, but instead of papers, it contained a large amount of dollar bills.

As the owner of this underground boxing gym, it is a very "rude" thing for him to let the guests leave with the money.

"Rodriguez, you bastard, die, today's business is not over, next time I will let you spit it out." Smith is in a bad mood right now, the two fighters he brought are all dead, and there is no chance to turn the page back.

Rodriguez's words, to his ears, are Chiguoguo's mockery!

Ignoring Smith's anger, Rodriguez took a puff of his cigar and turned to look to the right, "Mr. Davis, I heard that you invited the fifth toucher on the blood list today, are you not going to let him play?" ”

"Well, since Mr. Rodriguez is in a hurry to send the money, then I'm welcome." Davis smiled confidently and extended his index finger to beckon behind him.

Behind him stood three bodyguards in black suits with bulging waists.

One of the bodyguards stepped out and placed the small skin in his hand on the low table between the two.

"Smack!" The small suitcase was opened, and it was full of green bills.

"500,000, I hope Mr. Rodriguez, don't feel too little." Davis's tone was calm, but the provocation in it was something that anyone could hear.

"Hahaha, Mr. Davis is really happy, I took this gamble." Rodriguez laughed and sat down on the couch and agreed without hesitation.

"Iron Fist," a fighter he has developed, has 253 knockouts to his name, which is second in the rankings, and just 30 fights away from the first place.

Therefore, he is not worried about losing at all, and even if he is the first against the first place, he is very confident that he will win!

"Mr. Smith, are you interested in joining?"

After getting a big master, Rodriguez continued to tempt the black man who had just been retained: "The fifth challenge is second, winning the card is not small, in order to show fairness, I decided to pay two for one, how about it?" A round? ”

"One to two? Hahaha. Smith, who couldn't resist the temptation, walked back with a laugh, and personally took the briefcase and put it on the table to open it, "Not much, 200,000, Lao Tzu will play with you." ”

"Okay, you two are happy enough!" A hint of pride flashed in Rodriguez's eyes behind his glasses, and he raised his glass and shouted, "Come, have a good time with us, Shred!" ”

"Shredded!" Three people with their own thoughts, raise their glasses and drink together.

Putting down the wine glass, Davis said to the white man beside him: "Nils, go, bring two people over to inform the execution, you can play." ”

"Okay, boss, I'll go." The white man got up, waved to the rear, and strode downstairs to the venue with two burly bodyguards.

……

Off the stage, on the sidelines.

"Criminal, the boss asked me to come and inform you that you can enter now."

Looking at the three people who appeared in front of him, the information loaded by the system appeared in his mind one after another.

Davis Arms Company, a private company that develops weapons in cloak but relies on high-quality imitation of popular firearms to make a profit by smuggling arms.

Xingfeng's current identity is ostensibly a sniper tester for the company, but in fact he is in a cooperative relationship with Davis. Davis was responsible for arranging the gambling game to launder money, and Xingfeng was responsible for the work, and the profits were 64 percent.

The identity of this system arrangement is perfect, as long as he shows enough ability to join the "death squad" of all veterans, he is fully qualified.

What Xingfeng needs to do now is to show his ability happily and attract the attention of his agent, that is, the "headhunter" Bonabat.

When the "death squad" needs to send fresh blood, he will naturally come to the door!

After sorting out the ins and outs, Xing Feng raised his eyebrows and said, "Let's go, let me try this iron fist, how powerful it is." ”

"You two go over and get your scumbags out of the way!" Under Niels's instructions, two bodyguards who were more than 1.8 meters tall strode towards the ring in the ring, and Xingfeng and Nils followed randomly.

"Get out of the way, get out of the way, a bunch of crumbs, get out of the way!" The audience who surrounded the sidelines on the inside and outside was directly pushed away by the two bodyguards roughly, opening a passage for Xingfeng to enter.

The people who came here were not good people, and they were treated like this, and some people were immediately unhappy, and they shook their hands and were ready to go up to do it, but when they saw the punishment behind them, everyone immediately stopped.

Although the blood list is not as famous as the list of the top killers in the United States, it is definitely a terrifying existence in this city.

For this group of American gangsters, every boxer on the list is equivalent to a star in the entertainment industry, and the appearance of any one of them can make them fall into madness.

"Shhh——,hhhhh——,h......h

"Oh Maiga, I actually saw the fifth-ranked martial arts maniac, oh my god!"

"Is it going to be staged tonight, the comparison of the two masters of the bloody list? It's incredible! ”

"Iron Fist, Iron Fist...... Crazy, crazy......"

The top 10 fighters generally rarely fight on the same stage, and now the appearance of the punishment wind instantly ignited the entire arena and made everyone fall into a crazy shout.