Super Special Forces King

Chapter 820: Cruel Reality

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Seeing the scene freeze, Zhang Feng's mouth curled up and sneered.

Because he was standing behind Caldera, and the former blocked the others, Zhang Feng also picked up an iron folding chair.

Walk towards Caldera slowly, as if to fight alongside him.

What everyone did not expect was that Zhang Feng directly raised the folding chair and slammed it on Caldera's head.

There was a loud ‘bang’.

Regardless of the person in the cage, the spectators outside the cage are blinded at first. What is the situation?

The triangle iron welded into the folding chair directly opened a hole in Caldera's head, and the blood gurgled out and flowed down Caldera's cheeks rustlingly.

Caldera slowly turned his head, and looked at Zhang Feng with puzzlement and resentment in her eyes.

He needs money, so he fights black punches here, but he didn't expect to be overcast.

His body slowly fell to the ground and passed out into a coma.

Zhang Feng was also slightly surprised in his heart. He did his best to avoid the key points of Caldera's head. Although he opened the mouth, it only looked serious. However, he knew how much power he had used. He didn't expect Caldera to be in a coma without turning his head to look at himself.

"You will thank me." Zhang Feng said secretly in his heart.

The dumbfounded crowd suddenly broke out various shouts. Some people were madly cursing the eighteenth generation of Zhang Feng's ancestors. These people were able to win by buying Caldera.

But more of it was a roar of excitement. They originally thought that their money was lost because of Caldera's existence, but they didn't expect this scene.

After fainting Caldera, Zhang Feng took the blood stains that were still contaminated and slowly retreated to the edge of the cage.

The few people who had formed an alliance because of Caldera suddenly formed an alliance and disbanded, all of them separated from each other, guarding the others around them.

But at this moment, someone suddenly started to attack the people around him.

The attack was extremely vicious, and he raised the folding chair and smashed his head directly.

The blood has splashed out, and the person has no resistance to fall to the ground, but he has already smashed the folding chair and continued to smash.

Blood sprinkled wildly on the ring, the violent scene stimulated the nerves of the spectators, and the roar became more and more exciting, heart-piercing.

Zhang Feng also moved.

He didn't move towards the center of the field, there was a target of public criticism, and whoever got there would be attacked by groups.

Moving continuously around the edge of the cage, he did not face an enemy alone, but specialized in picking up the fish that slipped through the net to make up the knife.

Zhang Feng is not relaxed at the moment, mainly because he can't expose his skills, otherwise it will cause a lot of unnecessary trouble and suspicion.

What he wants to show now is his physical talent.

One by one fell down, and finally there were two people left on the ring, one of which was naturally Zhang Feng.

The other man is also of medium build, but Zhang Feng has already noticed him.

Among the ten people, the one who fell under his hands was the most, and the attack was the hardest. Moreover, this person is very flexible in dodge and has a tactical technique. He should have practiced fighting.

He grinned and stared at Zhang Feng fiercely, his eyes flushed slightly.

Under the stimulation of the blood, the man's reason has become a little fuzzy. The only thing he believes is that as long as he kills the person in front of him, the bonus belongs to him!

Zhang Feng's body was also stained red with blood, and left rustling along the lines of his muscles.

The tattoos on the back, under the rendering of blood, look more and more terrifying.

After a short period of hesitation, the man directly swept the deformed folding chair and rushed towards Zhang Feng.

Under normal circumstances, Zhang Feng would definitely choose to dodge, and then there are at least a hundred ways to kill his life.

But obviously not now. As long as the fighting methods are exposed, doubt will come immediately.

Therefore, Zhang Feng did not dodge, but similarly smashed the folding chair.

When struck together, sparks directly splashed out. The rigid folding chair is directly twisted and deformed.

Zhang Feng felt the tremor of the tiger's mouth numb, but the other man's mouth was cracked by the shock, and the folding chair came out.

Taking this opportunity, Zhang Feng glared directly at the opponent's chest and let the opponent step back a few steps.

Zhang Feng still refused to give up. He only rushed over like a street fight. The deformed folding chair fell on the opponent and directly photographed him on the ground.

The feet rained down on the torso, snapping.

The man who was beaten could only curl up, without any resistance at all.

boom.

Throwing the folding chair in his hand on the ground, Zhang Feng moved the corner of his mouth to make a smile.

The spectators were almost shocked, they never thought that Zhang Feng, who looked the most inconspicuous and the least fighting, would actually win.

No one in the room bought him to win.

The happiest person at the moment is the owner of the casino. This one, because of Zhang Feng's existence, kills!

Milik opened the small door of the iron cage, stuffed the five hundred dollars belonging to the winner into Zhang Feng's hand, and then raised his right hand.

When he exited the field, Zhang Feng did not receive cheers, but endless curses.

It's simple, because they all lost money.

Returning to the room where he was just staying, Milik said: "Are you going to fight or..."

Before he could finish speaking, Zhang Feng said directly: "I need money. As long as there is money to make, I will fight."

This is what Milik wanted to hear, saying: "Leave me a contact information, I will notify you in advance if there is a game."

Zhang Feng nodded and told him the phone card number he had just set up in Spain.

Simply use his torn clothes to wipe the slimy blood on his body and put it on again.

At the door, he put the raincoat that he had thrown in the trash can on him again, and walked out of the boxing ring.

The rain outside has stopped, and the sun is very bright.

Zhang Feng didn't take off his raincoat, walked into the cramped alley around the corner and stopped.

He took a cigarette out of his pocket, lit it, leaned his back against the wall, and slowly smoked it.

Smoke rose slowly, took the five hundred dollars won in the boxing match from his pocket, and shook his head bitterly.

The money smelled of blood and was very pungent.

Is five hundred dollars more? Compared to the way to get him, there are too few and pathetic.

Of the ten people, at least two died directly in the cage, and three or four of them will be disabled throughout their lives.

But just for the five hundred dollars, people are like wild beasts, fighting frantically, without any protection. Even after being injured, I am afraid there will be no cure.

He didn't leave because he was waiting for someone.