Bai Zhou looked down on this person who was condescending and rudderless, and remembered that he had harmed his compatriots, and his face became even worse.

Is it tolerable or intolerable?

Wen Jun looked at him condescendingly, and said, "The financial company here is harming the people of Yanxia Country, does Team Leader Uesugi know?"

The security guard bowed his head and bent over, "Several companies here are the property of the Eguchi-gumi."

Wen Junzhi narrowed his eyes slightly, it seemed that the leader of the Uesugi team knew.

"Do it yourself." His voice seemed to carry ice slag, and the security guard felt that the huge pressure was like a high mountain, pressing his back, his breathing became rapid, his knees were shaking, and he did not dare to raise his head.

"Hey!" He replied with a shudder.

When passing by the security guard, Bai Zhou pointed at him, but it was not blood reduction, the other party was just an ordinary person, if the blood was reduced, he could directly kill the other party.

She punched a wisp of her aura into the other party's knee yang pass, and the other party didn't notice it.

Wen Junzhi asked in a low voice as he walked, "What did you do?"

Bai Zhou said: "His knee will be in severe pain tonight, and from now on, every time it rains, he will have knee pain, and I can't find any reason."

Wen Junzhi hooked the corner of his mouth: "Well done."

The three of them walked into the hall and looked around, there were several security guards patrolling around, and Bai Zhou's eyes fell on a slightly chubby security guard.

She took the card and walked straight up to the security guard and said, "We want to appreciate martial arts."

When the security guard saw the card, his face changed suddenly, and he immediately bent down and saluted: "Hey!"

After that, he walked into the elevator with the three of them, swiped his card, and pressed the button on the negative third floor.

After reaching the negative third floor, he took the three of them to find a remote elevator, and the buttons in it turned out to be six underground floors.

The elevator went down, and it was as if you were falling into hell. Z.br>

When the elevator door opens on the sixth basement floor, it is like entering hell.

There was a commotion, like the roars of countless evil ghosts, but if you listened closely, it was a group of people shouting "kill him", "kill him".

It was a crazy bunch of people with fanatical faces and red eyes and hoarse voices.

It's a bunch of gamblers.

There was a strong smell of blood in the air.

And in the ring below, there are two people fighting, it is two fighters, their bodies are covered with scars, their faces have swollen into pigs' heads, and blood is all over the place.

One of the fighters grabbed an open block and threw a hard punch in the face.

The opponent was beaten backwards again and again, and the fighter chased after him, grabbed his opponent and smashed him on the leg.

Click.

It was the sound of a broken spine.

Bai Zhou knew that this person would not survive.

It was supposed to be a tragedy, but there were earth-shattering cheers all around, and those who won were partying, and those who lost were scolding, as if they wanted to pull up the man who had broken his spine and kill him again.

There is also hell on earth.

The fighter who won the fight held his hands high in the air to receive the cheers of the crowd, and his pig-headed face showed a touch of fanaticism.

He originally wanted to quit, but he didn't expect another fighter to play, and his face showed a look of consternation, as if he didn't expect the boss of the black boxing stadium to have such an arrangement.

The audience cheered again, they didn't care if the fighter was exhausted, they just wanted to vent their emotions, dissolve the stress in their lives, and go crazy.

The previous fighter tried to escape, but as soon as he got out of the ring, he was hit in the head by a gun.

He didn't know what he was talking to, and seemed to be roaring, but the noise around him was so loud that his voice was drowned out in the endless howls of ghosts.

Wen Junzhi said in a low voice, "The man with the gun said that his sister is in their hands, and if he doesn't play, his sister won't live."

Younger sister?

Bai Zhou's heart moved, could it be ......

In the end, he had to return to the ring.

The bell rang and a new fight began, and the new fighter was in full swing, knocking him to the ground and slamming him into the head with a few punches.

He could only raise his arms to resist.

Click.

His arm was broken.

The new fighter picked him up and threw him to the canvas.

Click.

There was another crisp thud, and his spine broke.

There were bursts of cheers all around, earth-shattering, and those who had just lost the money screamed especially loudly, as if the new fighter had avenged them.

Bai Zhou's face was expressionless, her gaze swept around, carefully looking at the dense blood strips and small characters, and then said to Wen Jun, "I have a plan."

Wen Junzhi looked at him, looking like he was listening.

Bai Zhou said, "I'll go up and fight."

Wen Junzhi frowned, and Bai Zhou continued, "There is a woman over there, wearing a green bob wig, who looks like an audience, but is actually a hidden black boxing stadium worker."

"She's also a member of the Advent Order."