A few minutes later, Ben Turner, the bronze tiger who was standing underneath and watching the iron cage fight, was taken to the top floor.

This sturdy black man, his muscles tightened in his loose gray prison uniform, and his slightly wary eyes scanned his surroundings, like a tiger ready to burst out and hurt people.

"Mr. Ivankov, I thought I made it very clear last time, and I was not at all interested in the invitation to join the gang."

Bronze Tiger knows the burly old man sitting on the sofa, if the warden is the master of this prison on the surface, then Ivankov must be the emperor in the eyes of the prisoners.

He lives in the heavily guarded Gulag, but he enjoys anything but freedom.

Wine, food, and beauties, as long as the godfather of the Russian gangster wants it, someone will send it, and it is guaranteed to be the best kind.

Even the arrogant skinheads only dared to slander themselves behind their backs, saying that this old man was an old antique from the last century and should have been swept into the garbage heap a long time ago.

The rest of the prisoners were all afraid or admiring, and even the prison guards were respectful and did not dare to neglect in the slightest.

But the bronze tiger still rejected Ivankov!

This powerful martial artist, who ranks among the top in the world, is not a real thug.

He was born into a wealthy family in Midtown, and when he was ten years old, he was attacked by gangsters while away with his family.

At that time, Turner took advantage of the scuffle between his father and the gangsters, and stabbed the other party to death with a dagger that fell to the ground.

After this accident, the young Turner began to be obsessed with martial arts, but because of his young enthusiasm, he often got into fights with his classmates and was regarded as a violent person.

As an adult, he came to his senses, left Midtown and his family, and came to the Far East to worship the martial artist Otomo Daitomo, where he learned how to control his anger.

It is precisely because of this that Ben Turner, known as the "Bronze Tiger", does not advocate violence in his heart, he just wants to have the strength to protect himself and his family.

"It's not like I want to see you this time, Mr. Turner."

Ivankov laughed, he was long past the irascible age when he was offended and would be hacked to death for their entire family.

Bronze Tiger looked to the other side of the couch, and Leo smiled back.

He took off his gray prison uniform, and now wore a modest black suit, his hands stretched out, and his shiny Oxford shoes rested on the table.

Sitting in the middle of a group of Russian gangster thugs seemed so out of place.

"Hello, Mr. Turner."

Leo got up and approached, looked at the dark-skinned and resolute-faced Bronze Tiger, and whispered, "A chance for freedom is in front of you. ”

"You're trying to say you can get me out of this prison?"

Tong Hu's eyelids twitched, he looked at the young man in front of him, and his voice was a little cold: "Last time my agent said that a bright future was in front of me. ”

"We met in a dirty alley, and he saw me teach a few street thugs, and then he pabbled me and said he could make me the greatest fighter in the world."

"I chose to believe in him and was ready to challenge more opponents in the ring and win everyone's applause...... But in the end, I ended up in a prison cell. ”

Copper Tiger ignored the dangerous eyes of the thugs around him, and rejected the olive branch handed by Leo with a blank face.

"I've never been good at deceiving people with clumsy lies, Mr. Turner, and the main reason why I want to give you freedom is for Sandra's sake."

Hearing this name, Copper Tiger's eyes changed suddenly.

He subconsciously reached out to Leo's shoulder, but was dodged in advance by the other party as if he was unpredictable.

The arms of the two of them retreated with a touch in the air, making a crisp sound, like a firecracker exploding!

"You're Sandra's student?"

Bronze Tiger finally reacted, this innate skill of predicting the enemy's actions through body language was a unique inheritance of their master.

In addition to their master, Master Otomo, the only ones in the world who can master it are Lady Siva, Richard Dragon and Bronze Tiger.

Leo smiled and slightly explained why he was here and the deal he made with Ivankov.

"Twenty minutes left, the fighting game is about to end, you and I go back to Prison District 4 together, and when I get rid of those skinheads, you can leave."

Bronze Tiger reversed his previous indifferent attitude, after all, Leo was a student of Ms. Siwa, and with this intimate relationship, it was naturally different, not to mention that the opportunity for freedom was in front of him.

Leo counted the time, and as the bite battle in the huge iron cage drew to a close, he let the Bronze Tiger lead the way with the weakened Leila Michaels.

The prison guards who were originally in charge of betting trembled, apparently after Ivankov's special advice.

All the way back to Cell 4, where the free fighting was over, and the prisoners sat together in small groups, enjoying their last moment of freedom.

The prison guard whispered a few words in the ear of the chief of the detention area, who hesitated for a moment with a complicated expression, and waved the electric baton loudly to drive the prisoner back to the cell ahead of time.

However, the skinheads, who were twenty or thirty in all, did not move, and they always liked to show their bravery by resisting the prison guards.

"Five minutes."

The warden's head stared at Leo, tapped his watch, and left the correctional facility with the rest of the guards.

The skinheads also seemed to realize that the situation was wrong, and one by one they stood up one after another, staring at Leo in a straight suit, as well as the Bronze Tiger and Leila Michaels behind him.

"Rich people,, women...... What a strange combination. ”

The big man at the head walked over with a gloomy smile on his face.

"Please help me take off my clothes."

Leo took off his suit and handed it into the hands of the bronze tiger, then turned his head and twisted his body, and swept the neck of the big man with a high whip leg, only to hear a crisp "click".

This kick came suddenly and violently, and the heavy force kicked the neck bone of this bald party hard!

The head was like an overly fruitful fruit, twisted at a terrifying angle, hung softly on the neck, and the whole huge body smashed to the ground with a "bang".

It was quiet for two or three seconds before the group of skinheads reacted, not only were they not frightened, but they aroused a fierce anger in their hearts, shouting and rushing towards Leo.

The prisoner at the front pulled out a Soviet AK-47 bayonet from behind him, and in the gulag, where no weapons were forbidden, it was a real good, and it was not known how the skinheads hid it.

Leo dodged with a blank face, his long legs pulled over like a whip, and his Oxford leather shoes slammed into the other party's cheeks!

A few teeth mixed with blood spit out, Leo retracted his legs and raised his hand, snatched the Soviet AK-47 bayonet 3 cm wide and 0.4 cm thick, and held the handle of the bayonet with a steel head and mahogany in his backhand.

The sharp tip of the knife penetrated through the jaw, as if piercing a juicy fruit, and with a "poof" sound, blood splattered out like a water pump bursting!

With a swing of the bayonet in his right hand, he slashed the throat of a skinhead prisoner, and smashed his left hand into a fist on the temple of another man.

Then the shoulder slammed into the vicious thug who pounced on him, and then the leg lifted up like a steel whip and kicked the man's deadliest lower body, and the sound of something shattering faintly sounded.

Dozens of figures pounced in succession, and Leo calmly swam among them, every time the blade swept by, there would be blood and wails!

The onlooker Bronze Tiger was silent, a little surprised by the fighting skills of Ms. Siva's student, and the ruthlessness of harvesting life.

Leo's movements were sharp, without any dragging, and the most efficient way was used between punches and kicks, kicking the neck, piercing the throat, striking the temple, and so on.

He calmly resembles a machine, killing mechanically and efficiently, revealing a hint of artistic beauty.

"Don't come here! Help me! Help me! ”

In less than five minutes, only the last skinhead prisoner was left in the field.

He desperately shouted outside, hoping that the prison guards would save him from the cold-blooded madman.

"Leave me alone...... Please! ”

The skinhead prisoner with the word "swastika" tattooed on his head knelt down with his legs limp, and the idea of escaping was violently extinguished by the bloody methods of the other party.

The eyes of this vicious prisoner were covered with tears and snot, and there was no stubborn will of a fighting nation at all, and the human desire to survive prompted him to abandon all dignity and shame.

If Leo said now that he would survive by licking his shoes, the skinhead prisoner would surely be able to lick it cleanly.

That's the difference between a thug and a thug, the former only bullying those who are weaker than them, and the latter not mind raising a knife against the stronger.

"Shhh

Leo said with a smile on his face, holding the head in both hands.

Immediately, his arms staggered left and right, and the sudden burst of power instantly broke the opponent's neck bone.