"Shoot him!"

"Razor, I've got your back!"

London's East End, underground boxing ring.

Little Korey, one of the Kore brothers, bites a cigar and swings his fist into the ring.

Tonight is the weekend, and there is also the most exciting underground boxing tournament going on.

There are no rules for this kind of boxing match, and to put it bluntly, it is a beast fight.

As the descendants of pirates, Londoners have pirate blood in their bones, bloodthirsty, aggressive, even if they use gentlemanly packaging, and in the end they still reveal their cruel nature.

The scene was crowded with cheers.

Razor, seeded this week and a regular player for Kore Jr., was born in the slums of London's West End and has had a talent for fighting since he was a child.

In the ring, Razor drove a muscular black fighter to the ground.

"Razor, it turned out to be him!" Little Clay said excitedly.

The audience is also waiting for the most exciting and tense moments.

At this moment, the black fighter suddenly took out a hidden piece of glass from the pillar and stabbed his opponent with a razor.

A razor might as well, a stab in the corner of the eye, and blood flowing.

The black fighter took advantage of the victory and chased after him, and a combination of punches made the razor lose one after another, and soon turned from advantage to danger.

The audience is going crazy, how can this be?

"Damn!"

Little Kore, who bought the razor, jumped like a thunderbolt.

In a fit of rage, he threw the cigar into the ring and smashed it into the head of the black boxer.

"Damn it! You despicable black man! Ignoring the bodyguards around him, Little Kore took off his suit and jumped into the ring quickly.

In the midst of the noise—

Little Kore swung his fist at the black fighter, "Come on, damn fellow! Let you taste my fist! ”

"Kill him!"

"Damn it, kill this nigger!"

The audience shouted wildly.

The black boxer was already exhausted, and Korey was notoriously a fighting maniac who was powerless against Korey's attack.

He repeated his old trick, swinging the glass again and stabbing at Kore.

"Coming back?" Little Kore was furious and punched the glass ballast!

Break the glass ballast.

Fist piercing!

But he didn't care at all, and rode directly to the black man's neck with a tiger leap.

The black man held him around in circles.

"Damn it, let me go!" Blacks are hysterical.

Korey's answer was crisp.

Bite him straight into the ear.

Tear it off hard.

"Ahh The black man screamed, "My ears! ”

The audience screamed.

Bloodlust makes them crazy.

Little Kore bit his ear in his mouth and rode on the black man's neck, his fists raised.

"Victory!"

"Victory!"

The bodyguards shouted from the audience.

"Kill him!" The audience egged on.

Korey swallowed his ear in one gulp, and a scissor leg wrapped around the black man's neck, knocking him to the ground, cutting his hands behind his back, and crushing the black man.

The black man's eyes bulged out, and his tongue sticked out—

After three minutes, there was no movement.

Roar!

The scene was extremely excited.

……

"Sir, your suit!"

Little Kore excitedly stepped out of the ring.

The black man had been put in a body bag and carried away.

Little Kore stretched out his arms and asked the bodyguard to put on his blazer, and handed him a cigar to bite into his mouth.

Little Korey shook his wrist, puffed on his cigar in a well-dressed manner, and puffed out smoke in an arrogant manner.

"Sir, your hand ......"

Little Kore glanced at the wound on his hand, "Give me whiskey!" ”

The bodyguard handed him a bottle of Scotch whisky.

Little Kore unscrewed the cap with his mouth and rinsed it off with his hands.

The alcohol made the wound painful, but he closed his eyes as if he was enjoying it.

"Handkerchief!"

The bodyguard handed over the handkerchief.

Little Korey wiped it casually twice, threw it away, and said: "Remember, tell the boss here, don't look for this kind of garbage to participate in the competition in the future!" Or I'll tear down his gym! ”

"Yes, sir!"

Korey led his men out of the gym in a swaggering manner.

Anyone who met him bowed respectfully to him and greeted: "Mr. Corey! ”

Because you know, this is a madman.

The most famous madman among the Kore brothers - Reginald Korey.

Many times, just a careless glance at him, or a gesture will cause him to be angry, and the result is a cripple or a corpse.

A black elongated Lincoln is parked on the side of the road.

The driver saw Kore come out and hurriedly opened the door.

The attendant inside had already opened the mini-bar cabinet and started making cocktails.

He knew that every time Kore came out of the ring, he had to have a drink.

Little Kore got into the car surrounded by his men.

The driver drove the car slowly and headed for the villa in London's East End.

London's East End, that's the Corley brothers.

Suddenly, Lincoln braked suddenly.

Little Corey, who was drinking a cocktail with a beautiful woman in his arms, sprinkled the wine directly on his pants.

"Damn it!"

Kore was furious.

The beautiful woman hurriedly took out a handkerchief to help him wipe his pants.

The driver turned pale with fright.

"No, sir! Yes, yes, yes—"

Pointing ahead, "There's a car rushing out!" ”

Little Kore looked at it, and sure enough, a black Mercedes-Benz was in front of him.

"Shit! How dare you stand in my way? Little Clay laughed angrily.

He was about to order his men to go up and beat people.

The car door opened, and Du Yongxiao got out of the car.

He glanced at Korey's car, then took out a cigarette and bit it, pulled out a lighter and lit it, and then walked calmly.

Without waiting for the bodyguard to step forward, Du Yongxiao took out his documents first: "MI6!" ”

The bodyguard immediately stopped and looked back at little Kore.

They know exactly what MI6 is called.

Little Corey was also stunned for a moment, not expecting that the people from the Military Intelligence Department would look for him.

He got out of the car, did not change his arrogant appearance, and chewed his cigar and stared at Du Yongxiao: "When did MI6 recruit Chinese dogs?" ”

Du Yongxiao smiled: "You should ask me why I'm looking for you." ”

"Do you need it? What qualifications do you have to talk to me, a Chinese dog? Just with your broken documents? ”

Little Corey's expression became more and more arrogant, "Believe it or not, I let people sink you into the London River?" ”

"You're a threat? Threatening an MI6 director? ”

"Director?" Little Korey was slightly stunned, and looked at Du Yongxiao again, his eyes were a little surprised, after all, there are very few young military intelligence directors like Du Yongxiao, let alone a Chinese?

However, little Kore immediately disdainfully said: "So what? ”

"You shouldn't have told me that, you should have asked them!" Du Yongxiao pointed behind Korey.

Kore looked behind him and was stunned, King Kong was facing him with a bazooka!

Sharu Khan led dozens of military intelligence agents in black suits, all in black suits, and stood by for battle.

Kore's men looked panicked and prepared for battle.

Little Korey smiled and looked at Du Yongxiao again: "It turned out that I came prepared!" ”

"This is the East End, it's your territory, and I have to be prepared."

Little Korey shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly, and then pointed at Du Yongxiao's nose with a cigar: "You Chinese dog!" Think this will scare me, it's very powerful? The tone was contemptuous and disdainful.

"Of course not!" Du Yongxiao's voice landed, picked up his clothes, and pulled out his gun-

Bang!

One shot right in the left leg of Little Corey!

"Damn it!" Kore shouted.

Bang!

Du Yongxiao made up another shot.

Kore gets down on one leg!

knelt hard in front of Du Yongxiao.

Du Yongxiao rotated the revolver and inserted it back into the holster: "Now, is it mighty or not?" ”

(End of chapter)