Free Soldier King Mixed Country

With a single sentence, Duan Zhisheng answered Xu Qiang's inner question. For this type of black boxing contestant, even his own life is controlled by others.

Life and death are overwhelming. Living is to provide entertainment for these wealthy people, and Xu Qiang has also learned what is truly cruel.

This is the essence of this underground black boxing competition, **** and violent, but still attracting the attention of many people.

Watching, the player who lost the black punch on the stage, the winner was pressed on his body, and he did not give the opponent any chance to breathe.

Waiting until the legs can no longer struggle, the person who wins at this time straightens up and grabs the loser from the ground.

The lost blood was vomiting blood, and he had already lost his vitality, his head tilted to one side, the victor grabbed the corpse, carried it, and threw it under the stage.

The audiences in the audience screamed, **** and violent, awakening the ugliest side of human nature.

"Damn it! What caused me to lose 200,000 dollars."

"Haha, I won this time. Come and collect your reward. You did a great job."

Some people are happy and some are worried. In this game, some people won the money and some people lost their bets.

Not reconciled, a few people stood up from their positions, walked to the side of the dead body, kicked the dead body a few times, and vented their inner dissatisfaction.

There is a saying in Huaxia, which is that death is the greatest.

They are all dead, why are they so humiliated? Xu Qiang suddenly sat up from his position and walked forward.

Duan Zhisheng didn't notice it for a while. After seeing Xu Qiang's actions, he quickly shouted at Xu Qiang, knowing what Xu Qiang was doing.

"Xu Qiang, come back to me. You can't intervene in the things here. Stay here honestly."

"I just said a few words."

Xu Qiang couldn't tolerate it. Although he also killed people, his inner kindness still existed.

A few steps stepped forward and pushed those people away. Xu Qiang suddenly appeared and pushed away the people present, which caused everyone's dissatisfaction.

These betting people know each other and have a place in the mercenary battlefield. They all wondered who this person was when they looked at Xu Qiang who came up.

"I said you guys, everyone is dead. Don't do things too much. Can you let him go?"

Xu Qiang said a word. At this time, one person deliberately stepped forward, raised one foot, and stepped on the face of the corpse.

Even with his feet collapsed, his nose was stepped on by his leather shoes, he did not put Xu Qiang in his eyes at all, and let out a sneer.

"Who are you? Dare to take care of our affairs."

"He is a newcomer who just appeared here. He never knew what the rules are here."

Freeman happened to be on the side, he smiled, the mercenary world ranks fifth in strength, and he has the qualification and right to speak.

Just now Freman already knew what Drake meant, and planned to move his mind in the underground black fist and join hands to deal with Xu Qiang.

Although I don't know why, Drake will acquiesce to his behavior. Of course, this is the best. With Drake's words, he doesn't need to worry about what he will do next.

"It turns out to be a newcomer, and I really don't understand the rules. This place is not for you to be kind. If you want to be kind, then you should go to church instead of here."

"Is a newcomer so unruly now? Even our affairs have to be mixed, and honestly do your own things. People like you can't live long in the mercenary world."

Several powerful mercenary team bosses made waves of ridicule. The newcomer team should consider how to keep themselves alive.

Rather than coming here to be nosy, how many new mercenaries are killed and the entire army destroyed not long after entering this mercenary world.

Only strong strength can survive the weak and the strong. Everyone has already become cold-blooded animals and will not have this kind of compassion.

Freeman interrupted a sentence and aimed everyone at Xu Qiang. Xu Qiang had nothing to say. At this time Freeman said immediately.

"Newcomer, you can go back wherever you come. This is killing your life, not just playing around."

Duan Zhisheng rushed over in time, and he stood in front of Xu Qiang. No matter how many boxers die here today, he has nothing to do with them.

Honestly waited until the banquet was over, and then returned to the resident, he stood in front of Freeman and smiled slightly.

"General Freeman, we already knew we were wrong, and we will leave here now."

A person who has experienced strong winds and waves will remain calm at all times, and will not rush forward like Xu Qiang like Xu Qiang.

"Xu Qiang, let's go back."

He gave Xu Qiang a look. The number of these people present and the mercenary group in everyone's hands was no less than seven or eight hundred.

Xu Qiang realized his impulse, turned around and Duan Zhisheng walked towards the back row. Seeing Xu Qiang about to leave, Freeman would not miss such a good opportunity.

If Xu Qiang left, the next good show prepared for Xu Qiang would not be staged, so he said to Duan Zhisheng's back.

"What age is this? There are still people wearing long robes in Huaxia. Are you Huaxia men? At this time there are still braids."

Duan Zhisheng was accustomed to his own clothes, wearing a white robe, holding a folding fan, giving people a sense of brilliance.

Hearing Freman's words, Duan Zhisheng lifted his footsteps and did not fall, holding a folding fan in his hand. If someone dared to humiliate him like this on weekdays, he would have already become a dead person.

Doing more is not as good as doing less. He chose to forbear and continue to move forward.

"The man with braids seems to have heard of it somewhere before, but I remembered a word called the sick man of East Asia."

Seeing that Duan Zhisheng was very calm, Freeman continued to provoke here. When he said the words sick man in East Asia, Duan Zhisheng's face suddenly became gloomy.

Reason is controlling his body. Today, I came here to attend a banquet, not to cause trouble, and this Freman is not easy.

Killing a Freeman is very simple, but after Freeman's death, the situation cannot be controlled. He must force himself to calm down.

"Don't bother about the radical law!"

Duan Zhisheng told Xu Qiangdao in a low voice that Xu Qiang's patience had reached the limit, and he could not help but start.

"Sure enough, he is a sick man of East Asia, and being a man doesn't even have that kind of backbone."

Freeman followed and said that Xu Qiang couldn't tolerate it anymore. The moment he turned around, his murderous aura broke out.

"Master, I can't bear it!"

He stepped on his body and suddenly rushed towards Freeman, and he appeared in front of Freeman almost in an instant.