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Chapter 1086 Basong¡¯s End

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    Zhang Fan doesn¡¯t know if he is a warrior.  But what this muscular man did just now really disgusted him.

    The black man was fighting with others out of helplessness.  Even if he was a bit cruel in what he did to the girl just now, it was still something he did under the control of others.

    But what did this muscular man do?  After he came down, he trampled on the girl's neck without mercy.  Then he attacked the black man completely regardless of the rules.  Zhang Fan is not some overly compassionate Madonna.  But he really couldn't stand this man.

    The strong man easily broke the black man's neck.  This scene is over.

    A bunch of photos appeared on the tablet screen on the coffee table, and then the photos changed quickly, as if they were selecting people to be the opponents in the next game.

    Zhang Fan¡¯s eyes were very sharp. As these photos changed, he could see that there were not only men, but also photos of beautiful women and even animals.

    As the photos changed slower and slower, when they finally stopped, what appeared on the tablet was a photo of a young and beautiful girl.  And this girl looks very familiar.  Isn't this Abe who has been following Basong?

    "Ah, Abao"

    Abe didn¡¯t say anything along the way.  When I was given explanations, it was basically Mi Ke who was doing the talking.  But after seeing this photo, Abe screamed out.

    "A Bao, this namecould it be said to be Abe's twin sister?"

    Zhang Fan¡¯s eyes fell on Basong¡¯s face.

    "After all, she has served you for a while, you or me?"

    ¡°Looking at Abe¡¯s face, you can tell that her sister is definitely not an angel-type female killer.  There is only one fate for being selected, and that is to die at the hands of that strong man.  And look at the appearance of the girl who was just kicked out.  Abe's sister will definitely die a terrible death.

    "How can it be your turn to do something as trivial as this? Just let me do it."

    Basong said as he casually pulled off his casual jacket and vest, revealing a body that was not exaggerated but full of explosive muscles.

    Before the duel handicap was displayed on the tablet, Dan Feng had already opened the door on the glass wall and strode into the arena.  At this time the phone in the box rang.  Abe hurriedly picked up the phone and said a few words to the person opposite.  Soon, a staff member wearing ancient Roman costumes ran into the arena from the side door, stopped Basson and said something to him.

    Zhang Fan saw Basong signing a document with a pen, then threw the pen to the staff and walked into the arena.

    The strong man obviously did not expect that someone would come down from the box opposite him, and it was also a man who was not very tall but equally strong.

    Judging from the body shape, the muscular man obviously has an advantage over Basong.  He is tall and tall, with broad shoulders and a thick back, broad shoulders and a round waist. At first glance, he looks like a powerful man.  Basson seemed to have shrunk compared to him.

    ¡° And when he saw Basong signing the document, the strong man knew that Basong¡¯s identity was different from his.  Basson is a guest.

    "Two gentlemen, please keep a distance and prepare for the fight. You can choose the weapon you like. There are no rules here. Everything is for the purpose of knocking down the opponent. I believe you two already understand. Then after our clearing personnel leave,  The two of you can start wrestling on your own."

    The staff dressed in ancient Roman style briefly explained to the two people, and then directed the cleanup crew to take away the two corpses on the field.

    Zhang Fan thought they would at least bring a stretcher and a body bag, but they didn't.  Those responsible for cleaning up just grabbed girls and black men by their ankles and dragged them off the ground like dead pigs.  The two lines of slowly drying blood on the sand seemed to be indicting the cruelty of this fighting arena.

    "How will their bodies be disposed of?"

    As a Feng Shui master who helps select graves, Zhang Fan wants to know what will happen to these people after they pass away.

    "There are ferocious beasts raised for gladiatorial combat here in the fighting arena. The bodies of the losers are sent to the animal pens. Brother, if you want to see that scene, just say it. It can be broadcast here, or  Bring me over there and take a look."

    Seeing Basong¡¯s end, and it seemed that it was because of Abe, Mi Ke felt inexplicably settled.  The tone of his speech also returned to brightness.

    "I'm not interested in those. I'm interested in you now. Come and sit down."

    Zhang Fan patted his sides position.  Mi Ke walked back obediently and sat next to Zhang Fan.  But this time she didn't take the initiative to hold Zhang Fan's arm.

    Zhang Fan¡¯s behavior made her unable to figure out what Zhang Fan was thinking.  Miko now feels a little afraid to act rashly.

    "I can kill you or maim you at any time now, right?"

    As soon as Mi Ke sat down, Zhang Fan's first words made her heart tremble.

    "Yes, brother. From the moment he was selected by you, Miko has been your personal toy."

    Mi Ke¡¯s face showed a pitiful look.

    "So do you belong to the club now or to me?"

    "This Mi Ke belongs to the club, and he also belongs to you, brother."

    Zhang Fan¡¯s question was a bit abstract, and Mi Ke didn¡¯t know how to answer it appropriately.

    "Has the handicap been announced? Bet me Bassoon first, 1 million."

    Zhang Fan did not immediately discuss the ownership issue with Mi Ke, but asked her to place a bet first.

    The club has already set the handicap, which seems to be determined based on the appearance of the two people.  A strong man named Tie Long pays 0.8 for one.  Basson pays 1.5 for each bet.  Obviously the club is not very optimistic about Basson.

    A sneer appeared at the corner of Zhang Fan's mouth, which meant that the club was someone else's territory.  If the handicap was opened outside, Zhang Fan would definitely make Jinxin Pictures lose to the point where they would lose their pants.  The number of 1 million should be quite appropriate. It will not strain Jinxin Pictures and attract attention, and it will allow Zhang Fan to make a fortune.

    "Well, brother. The bet has been placed. The system just reported that the gentleman opposite has placed a bet of 10 million."

    "Okay, just finish it. Are they about to start? Then when they start fighting, think about the question I just asked you again, and give me an accurate answer when they finish.  Are you mine or the club? Go squat in the corner over there and think about your answer before answering. If your answer is not satisfactory to me, then it will be your turn in the next game."

    Zhang Fan waved his hand very coldly, motioning for Mi Ke to squat in the corner over there.

    It¡¯s impossible for Mi Ke to refuse Zhang Fan¡¯s order.  Just after squatting down with his back to everyone, Mi Ke's expression began to change rapidly.  She is still a human being, she still has emotions, and she still knows that she is afraid of death.  Now Zhang Fan threw her a multiple-choice question.  One side is alive and the other side is death.  If Zhang Fan maintains the same attitude as he did in the restaurant.  Miko would answer him without hesitation that he belonged to his brother.

    But after entering the private room of the fighting arena.  The kind of madness shown by Zhang Fan made Mi Ke not know what to choose.  If you choose to answer, it belongs to your brother.  Will he be treated as a substitute for the first love that Zhang Fan said and killed directly?

    Leaving aside Mi Ke¡¯s wandering thoughts, Zhang Fan¡¯s eyes returned to the arena.

    Basong and the strong man named Tie Long stood opposite each other, six or seven meters apart.

    Tielong held a dagger taken from the weapons rack in his hand, while Basong just took out a cloth belt from his trouser pocket and tied it on his head, and then continued to maintain a posture with his arms folded across his chest.

    "The one named Tie Long is going to be in bad luck."

    Seeing Basong¡¯s actions, Zhang Fan couldn¡¯t help but murmured in a low voice.

    Basong is a person who advocates martial ethics.  Even in a place like an underground boxing match, facing an opponent who is far inferior to himself, Basson will follow the etiquette and salute the opponent with his hands together.  But this time Basson had none of it.

    This can only show that Basong does not treat the other party as a true warrior at all.  This is absolutely contemptuous.  As for winning or losing, Zhang Fan didn't think about it at all.

    Basong had told Zhang Fan before.  What he practices is not modern Muay Thai, which is mainly about competition, but ancient Muay Thai.  The ancient Muay Thai boxing techniques are not only limited to fists and kicks, but also have unique uses of weapons.  Basong not only failed to salute, but also did not choose a weapon, which showed that he looked down on the other party at all.

    All staff left the scene.  Tie Long weighed the dagger in his hand, and a sinister smile appeared on his face.

    "Are you a guest? Are you here to play this kind of game? Do you know that after you sign that contract, you will be no different from anyone else here?"

    Tielong looked at Basong with a bit of arrogance on his face. He was a mercenary from the French Foreign Mercenary Group and he was very confident in his combat effectiveness.  Moreover, he still held a dagger in his hand that he was used to, but the person opposite who was obviously not as strong as him didn't even choose the most basic weapon, and just stood opposite him with bare hands. Isn't this looking for death?  ?

    "There is still a difference, I won't die."

    "Whether you die or not, it doesn't matter what you say!"

    Tie Long sneered, and dived towards Basong. He held the dagger in his right hand and moved forward, wiping it towards Basong's neck.

    The way soldiers kill is so simple and direct.  As soon as he strikes, he goes straight to the point.

    Basong didn¡¯t even make a dodge move, he directly raised his right foot and kicked Tielong¡¯s chest and abdomen with a quick stabbing kick.

    Tie Long's body is much more agile than it looks. Holding the dagger and stabbing it is just an aggressive running action, not a practical move. After Basong's kick, Tie Long quickly turned around and dodged Basong's attack path.  , then swung the dagger in his hand fiercely and cut towards Basong's ankle.  (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com)sp; "Whether you die or not, it doesn't matter what you say!"

    Tie Long sneered, and dived towards Basong. He held the dagger in his right hand and moved forward, wiping it towards Basong's neck.

    The way soldiers kill is so simple and direct.  As soon as he strikes, he goes straight to the point.

    Basong didn¡¯t even make a dodge move, he directly raised his right foot and kicked Tielong¡¯s chest and abdomen with a quick stabbing kick.

    Tie Long's body is much more agile than it looks. Holding the dagger and stabbing it is just an aggressive running action, not a practical move. After Basong's kick, Tie Long quickly turned around and dodged Basong's attack path.  , then swung the dagger in his hand fiercely and cut towards Basong's ankle.  (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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