Red Cloud carried the iron rod on his shoulder, stepped on the wall with one foot, and stepped on the ruins piled up inside the wall with the other, and turned around.

In addition to the fact that his eyes were still shining, his whole body was dripping with blood.

"Hah!"

"Do you think I'm leaving?"

"How am I leaving?"

"Ben! Francis! Hugh Yinte! Do you dare to fight me? ”

"Take your fist, fight mine, let's fight!"

"Are you coming?"

……

The empty heart of the turtledove was suddenly raised.

It was as if two big hands were holding his left and right atrium, twisting it so hard that he couldn't help but scream in pain:

"Fight!"

His hand clenched into a tight fist and couldn't help but hit the glass window, punching a large hole in the transparent glass window.

Broken glass shone in the sunlight and splashed like sparks.

He was also completely exposed to the windowsill, and almost at the same time, many eyes were cast in the adjacent box.

But he didn't care!

He is no longer the little turtledove who needs to be blackened to walk in the civilized world in disguise!

He's not the kind of person who needs to find a big white leg to follow in order to walk freely through the streets!

He is the turtledove of White Rock City, and he no longer needs to feel ashamed and faceless for his yellow skin!

He felt that there was no better time for him to stand in front of everyone and tell them that there was an Indian here!

He doesn't care if others respect him or look down on him!

What he cared about was that the red cloud that stepped on the wall and resolutely turned back, staring at the gladiatorial arena, gave him great pride!

This pride, more than all the victories he had ever fought, made his blood boil.

I'm an Indian!

Afford it!

Stand still!

I have my blood and strength, and I have avenged the great revenge!

I have my morality and justice, and I can get the rotten field to the end!

It's not right for me to kill so many of you, but I'm sorry for you, why do you say it's not fair?

A life is here, you have the ability to take it!

"Fight!"

"Fight him!"

"I'll pay 100,000 dollars to fight him!"

Turtledove ripped off his clothes and threw them out of the shattered glass window.

……

Loach's brow jumped, and he thought for a few seconds, then stood up gently. Walked out the door.

As an old broker, he already smelled piles of gold coins!

Something, his guests definitely need right now, and he happens to be professional!

……

Gradually.

The sound of gunfire in the arena gradually thinned out, and the gladiators were pointed at guns and cornered.

At this time, it doesn't matter if you live or die.

Some were shot in the shoulders and their wounds were still bleeding.

Some of the legs were discounted and hung from their butts at a bizarre angle.

Some of them wrapped a rag around their heads, and they were considered to have completed the bandage.

Among them, at this moment, whether yellow, black or white, all gathered together, supported each other, and quietly looked at the dense barrels that surrounded them.

“x%$!”

“%%￥de!”

“e on!fire on me!”

All sorts of languages come together, and no one can hear what they're saying, and of course, no one wants to hear what they're saying.

From the moment they burst out of the prison, they were ready for death.

But they didn't know that although the muzzle of the gun was held in the hands of the guards who surrounded them, it was not up to these people to decide whether to fire or not.

Hongyun stood on the high wall, rested for a moment, and then slowly walked down with the iron rod that had been slightly bent.

On the west side of the gladiatorial arena, a group of well-dressed white men were surrounding a strong boxer, gesturing, and from time to time pointing at the red cloud that was slowly walking down.

……

"Listen, Ben! You have to fight this one! ”

"Let me put it more bluntly, this match between you and Red Cloud is a script that has already been written! Even if it is a monstrous flood, he must be played! ”

"The company has held you for so many years, you don't have the right to choose!"

"Do you want to fight? It's okay to sell your Philadelphia estate and your New York house, spit out all the money you've earned over the years, and send your wife, three mistresses, and two children to Jamaica, it's not enough for you to lose! ”

"Listen, Ben! We're all tied to you! If you don't fight, we're all done! ”

……

The boxing king silently sorted out his gloves, put them on, hesitated for a moment, and then untied him and threw him on the ground.

No one cares if he wears gloves or not, he's just talking about persuasion.

"Ben, remember, you're the invincible boxing champion!"

"You've won the belt three years in a row! You can hold the train at full speed with your shoulders! You've been blessed by Hercules! ”

"Go, Ben! Go shoot him! Kill that Indian! ”

"Trust me, Ben! You'll be able to beat him! He's exhausted, and lo and behold, his legs are shaking when he walks! ”

"Remember, Ben! You have to use your right hook well! Your right hook is the most powerful, and no one can withstand a punch from you! ”

"You can also use a sliding shovel!"

The boxing king let his assistants pat him on the ground and massage his muscles.

Then he got up from his seat, tore off the large towel wrapped around him, and bounced twice around his legs.

Left hook, right hook, leg swing, knee...... These are all familiar routines to him.

When he stood up, he was clearly a head taller than everyone else.

His majestic frame was as wide as two people, and his side kicks were almost as high as the heads of the others.

"Go, Ben!"

"Shoot him!"

***

In a huge conference room on the top floor of the Colosseum at Fort Laramie.

The fireplace was red, and the room was steaming.

The turtledove sat in a chair, so hot that he ripped open the placket of his shirt, revealing the hideous scar on his chest.

The first scars were left on Turkey Ridge, then cracked open outside Hamilton Manor, and again at Cuauchtmock.

New injuries overlapped with old wounds, making his chest look like the rough granite of Mount Braque.

Opposite him, sat two well-dressed gentlemen, and Graham stood respectfully behind them, as well-behaved as schoolchildren who had just made a mistake.

The loach sits in a corner of the table, with paper and pen in hand, sitting upright, impartial, and the pen is flying!

Thanks to this diligent broker, in the shortest possible time, a meeting that would have been impossible to achieve half an hour ago.

"Mr. Turtledove," said one of the gentlemen, "we agree to let the duel continue, but our interests need to be secured. ”

"What kind of assurance do you want?" Turtledove asked.

"It doesn't matter who wins or loses, you need to pay ......", the man stretched out a slap and said softly: "Five hundred thousand!" ”

Turtledoves simply don't have that much money.

But he agreed.

"Good!"

"Guaranteed by the taxes of Fort Laramie for the next ten years!" The gentleman said.

"Good!"

"In the future, there will be a large amount of money to cross the bridge from the Colosseum of Fort Laramie, and you are responsible for keeping it safe!"

"Good!"

"Well, happy cooperation, Mr. Ikaruga!" The gentleman held out his hand.

The turtledove silently reached out and shook it with him.

"There have been many times when white hands and yellow hands have been clenched together, but then they have both turned into-for-tat fists – hopefully this time, I won't be disappointed again!" Turtledove said.

"We are all slaves to gold," said another gentleman with a smile, "and the gold is neither white, nor black, nor yellow......"

"Gold coins are golden!" Turtledove added.

Gladiator Red Cloud is not worth such a big effort from him, but Hero Red Cloud is worth half of Fort Laramie!

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