"I, SAY......" Hausen patted his white ass with a little eczema without grace: "YOU, KISS, MY, ASSHOLE!" ”

"Kill him, kill them for me!" Hercules removed his turban, and the anger that swelled in his heart made him feel like a sauna. He roared hysterically, his bare head bursting with bruises, and the fat on his face almost twisted.

Hercules stepped back, and more than 30 big men with hideous expressions stepped forward, and with a "hula" sound, they surrounded Tang Fang and several people.

"It doesn't matter if the man lives or dies, the woman will leave me behind." There are 2 things in the world that men are eternally pursuing. Authority and women, as for money, when it is abundant enough for you to enjoy a single qiē of good service, it becomes a number. Hercules is also not exempt from vulgarity, a beauty like Claire, even if she doesn't enjoy it, can train her and give it to those officials.

The life of the aristocratic lords was never as glamorous and elegant as it looked. Filthy, extravagant, promiscuous, promiscuous. Lun...... All the dirty and nasty words can be used to describe their private lives.

"Giggle." A man with a scar on his face crumbled his finger bones and approached Hausen as he lifted his shorts. The man in the jacket bullied Claire with a mocking face, and of course, there were bald and tattooed men around him.

As for Tang Fang, Grant, and Aros, they also ushered in a few thugs with gloomy faces. The auditorium was empty, and the referee in the ring was nowhere to be seen.

5VS35？ No, it's 5vs37...... 39…… 43……

Another group of fighters walked out of the tunnel on both sides, and it was the fighters under Sherwood and Anthony. People who mix in the underground boxing arena are more or less with a black society. The nature of the meeting, Haosen made a big fool of them today, and the prize money was also lost. Boxing matches are not held every day, and there is no income, so how will you live the next week? Now that this group of people has offended Hercules, they just took the opportunity to take revenge and vent the evil anger in their hearts.

"Yes, Sherwood. Anthony. As long as you kill them, you will not lose a single point in the bonus. Hercules had already held his emotions steadily, took a glass of wine handed by Du Yufu, and looked coldly at the five Tang Fang people in the crowd.

"Whew." The fist wind swept by, the strength was pressing, and a fist went straight to the Tang side. Seeing that the punch was coming, he didn't want to get off the plate and ushered in the sweeping leg, and once again avoided the sweeping leg, a black man with a large area of burn marks from his left cheek to his chest had already pounced.

The situation of the three next to Aros, Hausen, and Grant is also not good. Attacks from all sides overwhelmed them. As for Claire, the long skirt restricts her movements, and the shape is even more precarious.

Leaning over the black man, and struggling to dodge the punch of the assault vest behind him, Tang Fang squinted at Hercules, who looked smug at the door of the boxer's entrance passage. "Hmph, how much more than a human?"

Perhaps sensing Tang Fang's gaze, Hercules swallowed the wine in his mouth and hung the corners of his mouth. A cruel grin came out. Then he saw the young boy smile at him.

That's right. He was laughing, smiling, harshly. Hercules seemed to feel a cold sword lying across his throat, and in an instant the hairs on his body stood on end.

"Bang." The door of the lounge behind them was kicked open from the outside, and Hercules and Du Yufu looked back and saw dozens of stout people walking with vigor. Whether it is the facial expression or the temperament revealed by the whole body, it gives people a kind of iron-blooded, murderous and awe-inspiring strong man.

"What...... Who? Hercules trembled uncontrollably. He's been in the underworld of Den Bart for so long, and he hasn't seen anyone like that. Naturally, the eyesight did not say. These strangers who broke through the door exuded an iron-blooded murderous aura that was so thick that it almost condensed into substance, a temperament he had only seen in some elite soldiers who had been in a hundred battles.

How did they get in? What is the origin?

Because all his men were sent to besiege the Tang side of 5 people, including Sherwood and Anthony's men, only one Du Yufu was left by Hercules' side at this time.

Seeing that a group of unscrupulous men were walking quickly, Du Yufu suppressed his panic, stepped forward and stopped in front of Hercules: "Who are you?" Don't come here, you have to know ......."

He stopped abruptly in the middle of his words, and a machine gunner who had taken off his power armor directly pinched his neck and threw it back hard, only to hear a "bang" explosion, and Du Yufu pressed his whole body against a coffee table, smashing the glass surface. The tingling pain in his back and the pain of falling bones made his face twist.

"Don't ...... Don't come here. Wolf, Taote......" Hercules stepped back and called for help to the men besieging Tang Fang and the others next to the ring.

Unfortunately, the distant water could not save the thirst, and under the pressure of another machine gunner, Hercules slammed into the wall with a "bang".

Although he is no longer the sturdy young man he was back then, this does not mean that he will sit still. Hercules' right hand quickly reached for his waist, where his matching gun was placed. It's a pity that the machine gunner reacted faster than him.

"Poof." A heavy punch hit him in the lower abdomen with precision.

Hercules' face was like a fast-rotting persimmon, covered with a layer of green in an instant, and he felt like 10,000 mad cows galloping in his stomach, and then with a "wow", he vomited all the food he had eaten for dinner.

Seafood, steak, foie gras, mousse and so on are all smeared on the floor.

"Vomit, vomit......" he almost vomited all the acid in his stomach. It's been more than ten years, and I haven't experienced this feeling for more than ten years.

The soldier withdrew his fist and pulled the "Paladin M5" from his waist, and then, with a shrunk of his shoulder, poor Hercules fell to his vomit with a "poof".

From the time he got rid of Du Yufu to the time he let go of Hercules, the expression on the machine gunner's face was cold and cold, and he didn't change the slightest bit from beginning to end.

Hercules lay on the ground, his limbs twitching, the corners of his mouth dripping with acid. He stared blankly as he watched as dozens of machine gunners passed through the fist passage and into the underground hall at the end of his sight.

……

The battle was over quickly, and within five minutes, Hercules' men, Sherwood, Anthony, and a group of fighters, lay on the ground and wailed.

No one expected that they who were originally beating their opponents were actually beaten by a sudden group of strangers, and they were all knocked to the ground.

The jacket man's arm was broken, his bald head was knocked into the ring and he fainted, and the tattooed man was directly thrown into the audience by a big man, and he couldn't take care of himself...... (To be continued......)