I'm working as a warehouse manager in SCP

The purpose of his coming here tonight is not to watch a boxing match, let alone to win money, the only purpose is to meet the boss here!

Stevenson looked at Zhang Jue's back.

Finally, I know why he was able to become a foundation consultant at such a young age.

The seemingly tricky method is actually knowledge, courage, and courage, all of which are indispensable.

And it took a bit of luck for the boss to see his intentions and agree to see him.

However, Stevenson had no doubt that even if the boss didn't want to see him, Consultant Zhang must still have something to spare.

The two followed the waiter all the way and descended to the fourth floor underground.

Stevenson has been here many times, but this is the first time he knows that there is a hidden snow area here.

The waiter knocked on the door of a room and let the two of them in.

Zhang Jue and Stevenson entered the huge room.

A 50-[-]-year-old white man was lying in a chair, with his legs on the desk in front of him, and a cigar in his mouth.

Standing behind him was a tall, burly man with a bare upper body, not so much his bodyguard, but more like a black boxer.

Seeing Zhang Jue and Stevenson come in, he smoked a cigar.

"You want to see me?"

Stevenson took a look, no surprises, the person in front of him should be the underground king here.

He is a Foundation agent, and he usually hides in the crowd, so he is a little uncomfortable being exposed to the eyes of others.

The most important thing is that the opponent's aura is very strong.

Probably because he is used to being a superior person, and his words have a certain power.

Stevenson took a sneak peek at Zhang Jue, and saw the young consultant sniff his nose and said with a smile, "Boss, your cigarettes must be fake."

"Cough cough cough-"

The boss obviously didn't expect his first question to be such an answer.

He coughed a few times, and looked at Zhang Jue coldly: "Boy, you won a few rounds by mistake, and then lost all of them in the end, right?"

He was sitting, while Zhang Jue and Stevenson were standing, but they completely suppressed them in terms of momentum.

But who is Zhang Jue? He looked left and right, and under Stevenson's surprised gaze, he pulled out a chair from a corner, placed it in the center of the room, and sat on it.

In this way, he was face to face with the boss.

Regarding the question raised by the boss, Zhang Jue shrugged his shoulders: "Boss, as far as the boxers you are looking for, as long as they don't fight fake fights, don't say much, I can predict exactly eleven times if they fight ten times."

"Pfft."

Hearing what Zhang Jue said was interesting, Stevenson couldn't help laughing.

He is professionally trained, and he generally doesn't laugh unless he can't help it.

The boss didn't think it was a good joke, he narrowed his eyes: "Boy, you came to my place just to make a joke for your life."

"Of course not." Zhang Jue said, "I just have a question I want to ask, and I'll leave after asking, and I won't stay any longer."

The boss blew a smoke ring: "I don't care about hundreds of thousands of dollars, just to ask a question, am I stupid, or are you stupid?"

Zhang Jue said with a smile: "This just shows my sincerity."

After Zhang Jue finished speaking, the boss looked him over again.

It is impossible to fake this emotion without being afraid.

The boss didn't see the slightest bit of fear in Zhang Jue's eyes.

This young man does not seem to be simple.

"Tell me, what's your problem?" he said.

"Will Smith." Zhang Jue said, "Have you heard of this name before?"

"so what?"

"I know he is a famous boxer here, I want to know where he is now."

"Heh, are you kidding me?" The boss sneered, as if he had heard the funniest joke in the world, "Although he punches me here, I'm not his nanny, so how would I know where he went? He missed my boxing match, and I haven't settled with him yet."

"I know that you will provide him with a shelter to ensure the safety of the boxer, so that the boxer will work for you." Zhang Jue stared into the eyes of the boss, "Tell me, where is this place."

The boss's face darkened instantly: "Where did you hear about this?"

It turns out there really is!

Zhang Jue was ecstatic in his heart, but he didn't show it at all on his face: "Don't worry about it, I just want to find him."

"Since you know there is such a place, you should know the meaning of its existence." The voice of the boss became colder, and a murderous look emanated from him, "Do you think I will tell you? Or, you Think I'll let you out of this room?"

As soon as the boss finished speaking, the bodyguard behind him walked under the light.

A height of more than 1.9 meters and a weight of more than [-] meters.

When you stand far away, you don't feel it, but when you get close, you will feel very oppressive.

Seeing that things seemed to be getting out of control, Stevenson, who had been silent all this time, walked up to Zhang Jue.

"Consultant Zhang, I'll deal with him, you go first."

Stevenson's words are righteous, and it seems that he has already made up his mind to die heroically for the leadership.

However, Zhang Jue didn't accept his affection at all.

Pull him aside.

"Hey, hey, it's almost over. I waited all night and I didn't find a bastard who didn't have eyes. Finally, one came to my door by myself. Don't snatch it from me, okay."

I'm working as a warehouse manager in SCP

Chapter 156 Black Fist (4)

Zhang Jue was gearing up, his eyes were full of excitement, as if he wanted to fight someone a long time ago.

Stevenson said in surprise, "Consultant Zhang, you—"

Zhang Jue waved his hand impatiently: "What are you, just stand aside."

"Ok."

Stevenson sighed.

In terms of rank, Zhang Jue is his boss. Since Zhang Jue wants to fight, he can't stop him.

He didn't know what this consultant Zhang wanted, did he really want to fight this big guy?

No matter how you look at it, it is an egg hitting a stone.

Although Zhang Jue said that he is very good at fighting, fighting is completely different from boxing.

These top players who fight black boxing also receive professional training, even compared to some professional players.

And they don't have any professional ethics at all, and they can use any dirty tricks.

The most important thing is that the opponent is several laps older than Zhang Jue, which cannot be compensated by technology.

Maybe Zhang Jue tried his best to hit the opponent more than a dozen times without breaking the defense, but the opponent can end his life with just one punch.

But Zhang Jue was eager to try, and he didn't pay attention to the big man at all.

Unbeknownst to Stevenson, Zhang Jue's physique has already far surpassed that of normal humans after tempering the 682 ability.

Although he still looks like the thin skeleton of an oriental, his explosive power is already terrifying.

Knocking down a tree with one punch is no problem.

As for how far he can do it, he himself doesn't know.

So Zhang Jue had long wanted to find someone to test his current state.

Compared with the punks who are very weak in fighting ability, the big man in front of him is a better experimental subject.

So Zhang Jue is like a hungry wolf that finally sees its prey, and the big man is just a woman with all her clothes off. He can't help but want to raise a gun and go into battle to ravage her. up.

Seeing the strange look in Zhang Jue's eyes, Stevenson could only back away.

"Consultant Zhang, then be careful."

Zhang Jue didn't take it seriously: "Be careful, it should be him."

Hearing Zhang Jue's words, the boss suddenly laughed, pointed at the big man and said, "Do you know who he is? He and Hudson were taught by the same coach. He has won 47 consecutive boxing matches here. You have not lost yet! Just because you still want to defeat him? Young man, do you think you are Fang Tianlong?"

Zhang Jue tilted his head: "Don't say it, after you reminded me like this, I just remembered that in terms of seniority, I should be Fang Tianlong's junior."

Zhang Jue's tone was frivolous, not to mention the boss, even Stevenson didn't believe it, and thought he was talking nonsense again.

When it comes to lip service, few people are Zhang Jue's opponents.

The boss didn't talk to him, and said with a sneer, "I don't care whose younger brother you are, I will let you come and go today—Spencer, don't hold back, just beat me to death."

"Yes!"

The big man's voice sounded like a bell, he raised his foot forward and was about to attack Zhang Jue.

"Wait a minute, wait a moment." Zhang Jue quickly waved his hand, "Since this is a place where black boxing is fought, we must abide by the rules. How can we not get a lottery before the fight begins?"

The boss sneered and said, "Have you ever seen someone who has a lottery with a dead person?"

Zhang Jue said: "I didn't even fight, how do you know that I will die, what if I win?"

Judging by Zhang Jue's appearance, it seemed that he was really thinking about this matter seriously.

The boss suddenly felt that this arrogant-looking young man seemed interesting, but he didn't know if his life was hard enough.

Simply asked: "What do you want to bet?"

"If I win, you will answer my questions and tell me where you have given Smith refuge."

"Then you lost?"

"Then his life is yours."

Zhang Jue pointed to Stevenson who was standing aside.

……

Among the four present, except for Zhang Jue, the other three were stunned for a while.

Followed by a black question mark face.

The corner of Stevenson's mouth twitched a few times, wondering if he had heard it wrong.

You bet on each other, it's none of my business!

He really wanted to question Zhang Jue.

But his professionalism kept him vigilant and he did not move.

The boss was also shocked by Zhang Jue's remarks, and said, "It's really shameless."

"Okay, let's stop talking, since you all have no objection to this decision, let's start."

Stevenson was tempted to say that I disagreed.

He even wondered if Zhang Jue came here tonight to deliberately trick him.

However, the big guy named Spencer couldn't wait long ago.

He trains with Hudson, but Hudson can become the national champion, but he can only dominate the underground here.

It is impossible to say that there is no resentment.

But fortunately the boss gave enough money.

He could only vent all his grievances on his opponent.

Since his debut, 47 boxing fights have all ended with KO opponents.

The reason why he only played 47 games is because after that, few people dared to challenge him.

Spencer roared, and with the wind blowing under his feet, he punched Zhang Jue.