Loaches are a rare talent!

By the time Ikaruga finished talking with the two white gentlemen, he had already drafted the agreement.

In the short time that Graham had opened the champagne himself, he had already transcribed the agreement in duplicate in Cherokee and English, placing them at their respective tables.

The font is neat, and it is done in one go, and there is not even a single ink spot.

Such outstanding qualities, not a single Indian!

It is only possible to cultivate such talents if you have a wealthy family, receive a good education since childhood, and have a stable and harmonious family.

Such conditions are also possible only for white people.

It's not that there are no rich people among the Indians, it's just that the rich Indians are either kept in captivity on the east coast or, like red clouds, struggling for their 'freedom'.

"Alas!" The turtledove picked up the pen and couldn't help but sigh with emotion.

"Why does Mr. Ikadove sigh? Is there something else you don't like? Loach asked, nervous.

Turtledove shook his head. "No, just a poem!"

"Oh?" The gentleman on the other side asked, "Do the Indians have poetry too?" ”

"Yes," said the turtledove, "the Indians also have poetry, and it is not a cultural desert. ”

"Read it and listen to it?" Both white gentlemen looked curious.

The turtledove then spoke, "Thunder rolls in the vast land...... Herds of wild horses were too frightened to make a sound...... How I wish it wasn't raining in that sky...... It's a myriad of people of all kinds......"

The turtledove read it with a serious face, and everyone in the audience looked at each other.

"Haha! Good poetry! Good poetry! ”

"Good poetry! Good poetry! ”

The two gentlemen admired, Graham clapped his hands with joy, and Loach smiled as he straightened his two pens in front of the turtledove and the gentleman.

"Good poetry, good poetry!" Loach said with a smile. But there was another sentence in his heart: Don't ink, hurry up and sign it, elder! Waiting for the commission to help!

On the last page of the two agreements, the name signed by the turtledove is 'Burak Hill Development Company';

The gentleman on the other side did not have his real name, and signed 'Procter & Gamble'!

After exchanging agreements, they raised their glasses together to celebrate the birth of the Golden Alliance.

"Cheers!"

"Cheers!"

……

The top floor of the gladiatorial arena of Fort Laramie is full of staggered ideas, laughter and conversation, and the guests and hosts are happy.

On the arena of Fort Laramie, two tall strong men were walking towards each other step by step.

Ben-Francis Huyint tore off his towel and covered it in bright olive oil, his whole body glowing like a flaming torch in the sun.

Red Cloud was covered in dirt, his shoulders, chest, and back were covered with sticky lake juice, black and red blended together, and even the sunlight seemed to avoid him, deliberately revealing his dirtiness and ugliness.

Ben-Francis Hughette is tall and collects more and more as he walks.

Hongyun looked like a dwarf man compared to him, walking one foot deeper and one foot shallow, and almost tripped over something on the ground.

Ben-Francis Huyint was the first to walk to the center of the field, and he raised his hand and roared at the red cloud, as loud as thunder.

Red Cloud was like a deaf, blind, and mute man, not hearing, not seeing, and not speaking.

When the distance between the two was shortened to only about five meters, at the referee's signal, Hongyun threw away the iron rod in his hand. The iron rod fell straight on the dirt floor, standing like a broken flagpole.

Ben-Francis Huyint set up the boxing and his legs tentatively bounced left and right. He is a professionally trained boxer, and he has already become his muscle instinct in the way he punches and dodges in a way that has already become his muscle instinct.

Any boxing champion can get to the point where he is now, even if there is capital behind him, he will never be a straw bag.

Combat results can be packaged, but size and strength cannot.

Even if he is an actor, he is also a top and genuine boxing champion, just by the way, he is just an actor.

"Indians!"

"Die!"

When Hongyun walked about three meters to him, he raised his strongest right arm and made a throat-slitting gesture with his palm.

In this battle, the bigwigs want to win and lose.

And what he wants is to divide life and death!

……

However, what Red Cloud wants is freedom!

It's a pleasure!

It's the joy of dancing rock and roll with the little waist of the Grim Reaper!

Go to TM to win or lose!

Go to TM's Life and Death!

What he wants, is-

"Come on, fight!"

……

Ben Francis Huynette threw the first punch, and it was a false blow, and it was a shallow test in the boxing he practiced.

Hongyun threw a straight punch and slammed into the fist of the boxing king.

No tricks, no effort.

I only heard a muffled sound, and the two fists collided hard!

Ben-Francis Huyint then slammed a right hook into Red Cloud's head, but Red Cloud didn't dodge it and threw another punch in a dignified manner.

It's another 'boom' sound!

Ben Francis Hughette raised his leg and kneaded, and Red Cloud did the same, and the two knees collided together.

Red Cloud then fits forward and slams headfirst into Ben Francis Huyint's arms, with his head held high, and the hard skull hits Ben Francis Huyint's jaw.

He bent his elbow and smashed Ben Francis Huynette's chest, pressed the weight of his whole body again, twisted Ben Francis Huyint's legs with both legs, and twisted Ben Francis Huyint's hands with both hands, and the two of them fell to the ground together, with a loud 'bang'!

The referee blew the whistle in his mouth and rushed over at a rapid pace—

Red Cloud twisted his waist and stabbed Ben Francis Huyette in the neck with his elbow!

Ben-Francis Huyint tried to roll to dodge the stab, but couldn't.

When the referee rushed in front of the two people who were twisted together, he only heard a 'Kacha', and a large stream of blood came out from under Hongyun's elbow!

Ben Francis Huyint, who was the world boxing champion 10 seconds ago, was the first warrior to fight the world's invincible opponents.

Now, he's a limp corpse.

……

Hongyun's hands were draped over his shoulders, and his legs were spread apart at a strange angle, and he sat on the ground.

The old blood on his body is filled with new blood, and it is swollen like a fat chrysalis wrapped in a cocoon.

He still had a smile on his face.

"Late referee, guess what, can I, an Indian waste, stand up?"

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