"At that time, I didn't expect that the gang in front of me who woke me up from my sleep and kidnapped my clan to threaten me would be the man who changed the trajectory of my life. ”

- Russell Westbrook

Although the Westbrook Mandrill tribe is not without natural predators, they are not far from that level. Especially when Westbrook sat on the throne of the patriarch, they were in the limelight, and there were almost no people who dared to provoke them.

Under such a general premise, the vicious kidnapping and abduction incident that occurred tonight is incredible. Westbrook clenched his fists in an instant, and his eyes turned red. Even if it has not yet entered the special state of "rushing to the crown", it seems that it is not far from that Cheng dù. And this is not that he deliberately accumulates anger, but the picture in front of him is too impactful.

No matter who it was, waking up in a daze, and then seeing hundreds of his people tied up like dumplings and thrown on the ground without moving, would not be much better than Westbrook's mood.

Westbrook carefully looked at the figure standing in front of him, the big back felt insignificant compared to Westbrook's tall and powerful figure. But it was only when standing in front of him that he could feel that this not tall figure was full of a suffocating threat. He was just so fixed, but Westbrook felt that he was not a man in front of him, but a mountain to look up to.

This aura is so special!

Captain Cao was also silently looking at the leader of the Mandrill tribe, in terms of age, this thing was much younger than Captain Cao expected. From the slightly green face, it can be seen that he is at most a young man who has just reached adulthood, and his red upper body is a deep muscle texture, and at a glance you can see that there is a very terrifying explosive power in it. Even the soldiers of the Raiding Regiment who have been trained in hell have few terrifying bodies like him, and it is conceivable that his physical talent is very outstanding, and his combat power can be completely proportional to his muscles.

In addition, that totem face is also a little awkward. This awkwardness is straightforward. It's just a little ugly. If there is anyone who is the ugliest in the mud snail, it is none other than the Kassel MP of the Development Union. And Westbrook's appearance, not to mention surpassing Kassel, is absolutely no problem.

The totem face is already a bit repulsive to people with aesthetic cleanliness, and if the shape is more undulating, it will be a disaster. Westbrook looks like the kind of kid who'd be angry if it was just rumors that he was dating your daughter.

"Did you land your face first when you were born? Wade, who has always been recognized as handsome, looked at the bleak moonlight, and immediately shrunk his neck and said.

"Superficial! Are you here for a beauty pageant today?" said Captain Cao with a slap on the back of Wei Shuai's head, and scolded with a smile. These bastards are good at everything. It's getting more and more poisonous tongues, so that Captain Cao often can't cry or laugh.

This late-night sneak attack, which was named the recruitment operation, was outright obscene, but it was undoubtedly 99 percent complete to get to this point. Only the last mandrill man was missing, and the task was successfully completed. However, judging from his angry expression, it seemed that he was not willing to simply tie his hands down, even if everyone else except him was charged.

"You're Felton?" Captain Cao pointed at Westbrook with a kind smile on his face. It's just under the mud-smeared costume. His smile was indescribably obscene.

"Lao Tzu is Felton, you blindless bastards!" came an angry roar from behind Captain Cao, and the sound was made by a human meat dumpling that had been tied up by Barkley into a big loop.

This mandrill is different from Westbrook's refinement, and appears slightly bloated. Under the bondage of the Great Loop. Felton would even say a word and pull his crotch to the point of pain because of the rise and fall of his chest.

"If I were you, I wouldn't be so quick to talk in such a situation. Barkley was very crisp, and raised his fist in a sand bowl, and when he slammed it down, Felton's face was covered in blood.

Barkley also pulled out the Kancha Short Blade from his waist. A group of them were stuck on the ground next to Felton's face, and the cold blade was only a hair's away from Felton's totem face at most, and Felton could even feel a chill. This hand is undoubtedly Barkley's skill in showing that he plays with knives. Immediately won a round of applause from many brothers.

"So, you are the boss of your tribe now?" Captain Cao raised his chin at Westbrook, the Mandrill tribe has had a law of respecting the strong since ancient times, and this result will not surprise Captain Cao.

"What do you want, what do you want from us, release my people, and I'll do my best to meet your demands. Westbrook had to bow his noble head, for he was nothing alone in the wilderness without his own people. Mandrills are powerful, but if they are alone, they are not the slightest bit powerful.

"Don't you see? We're here to invite you to our territory, and to give you a decent job, or your people will die. Head Cao clapped his hands and grinned again.

"My beast god!" Westbrook didn't speak, but Felton called out again. The mandrill man never knew what fear was, even if he had a sharp dagger with broken hair stuck next to his face.

"You tied us up in the middle of the night and stuck the murder weapon next to our heads just to invite us as guests? What the fuck do you do to your guests?" said Felton indignantly.

Unfortunately, there was Barkley, who had always been more grumpy, squatting next to him, and this reprimand made him receive a punch that was even more violent than before, and he was all over the face.

A young man from the giant forest next to Barkley also copied a stick and put it directly in the middle of Felton's buttocks, and the intention was self-evident. If he talks more, he is afraid that it will not only be his face that will suffer. The former leader was blown up in front of all the clansmen, and such an obscene and unsightly scene was obviously more lethal than Barkley's iron fist, and Felton suddenly became a lot more honest.

Looking back, the young man in the giant forest who fought was Adams, who was quite famous within the raiding group, a young man with a powerful figure but a dirty demeanor, even more severe than Barkley's usual torture methods.

Barkley's deepest impression of Adams as a young man is that he has a lot of small movements when he trains internally, and he is very hidden. He once rewarded Barkley with several black elbows in a free and chaotic fight, which made Barkley's eyes black and his brain dizzy. Being able to inflict a loss on the villains at such a young age has undoubtedly proved that Adams is a manufacturable material.

Seeing Barkley's relieved smile that seemed to be touched by the successor, Adams scratched his head shyly and smiled, and the stick in his hand inadvertently went a little deeper, making Felton's face redden.

"Relax! friend. This is just a specialty of our raiding group, it is not called a murder weapon. In our raiders, this thing is just a 'just in case gadget'. Rodman reassured Felton, but it didn't make Felton feel any sense of security. Because Rodman's foot was lightly leaning on Felton's head, it directly forced a blood line on Felton's face by the sharp blade.

"Just in case, just in case, in case someone doesn't listen to you?" Westbrook sneered, not at all in favor of these thugs who flaunted their might in front of him.

However, from the word "raiding group", Westbrook understood the identity of these guys, and dared to love that these guys were the mysterious people who crippled the Golden State gang. The Realm of Exile has its own unique set of information channels, a term that Westbrook had heard of in the first days of the Golden State gang's loss.

"Yes, our raiding regiment is very simple, as long as you listen to us, everything is easy to say. Iverson came to a categorical conclusion, with a righteous face.

"It's easy to get your people back, I swear, we won't be cruel to our own people, who makes us all orcs?, but it depends on whether you are worthy of cooperation or not, we can't work in vain this night, we only need you to do something, we don't need you to pay. Harder stepped up and showed Westbrook a clear path.

"Tell me, what are you going to do to let them go?" Westbrook let out a long breath, if it weren't for the fact that he was afraid that his powder keg-like personality would be directly ignited by the ridicule of these guys.

"This place was not built by pacifists, I can only be sure of that. So let's solve it the way here, if you win me, I'll let your people go. If you lose, you and your people will have to listen to me and treat me as the boss in the future, how about it?" Captain Cao pointed at Westbrook and then at his nose, and tied his horse with a Jeet Kune Do starting hand.

"Gamble?" Westbrook thought he had misheard.

"Yes, the stakes are on what kind of life you and your people will live in the future. Head Cao twisted his upper body flexibly, rubbed his nose and let out a strange scream: "Ahh

All insiders could see that Captain Cao had already taken a fancy to someone else's flesh as soon as Westbrook rushed out, so they were all pushing the boat along the water. Inside the raiding group, a muscle is the best pass. With a good enough muscle, you can win the favor and praise of your boss, and be able to enjoy more luxuries.

Westbrook's muscles are not even inferior to those of the six major scattered people who occupy the title of Mr. Bodybuilder within the raiding group, and if you forge it again, I believe he will be even more amazing. Slimming didn't give him a handsome look, but gave him such a rare body, obviously taking care of him...... (To be continued......)