A person in American comics is forced to mechanically ascend in order to go home

His bloodthirsty soul, known as the Butcher, had already lost its color in the tragic deaths and drowned in his own blood.

This punch was just inertia and had lost its power when it got close to Albert.

"Snapped!"

Albert did not dodge, and the soft fist hit the mandible without any damage.

"It's my turn."

Albert suddenly took a sprint step, and his right foot was like a whip, hitting Varev's calf sharply.

"Crack!"

Even the fat man who had already covered his eyes could clearly hear the crisp sound of bones breaking.

"Oh no!"

He seemed to have seen another of his boxers fall down in this damn place and stop breathing.

The fat man sighed, took out a cigarette with trembling hands, and lit it twice. After taking a deep breath, he looked up at the ring as if resigned to his fate.

"I...fuck"

He happened to see Albert suddenly punch out with his left hand, like thunder on the ground, hitting Varev's chin accurately.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Fists, legs, elbows, knees... Albert's whole body turned into a deadly weapon, blasting at Varev mercilessly!

Varev seemed to have been beaten unconscious, and the reason why he hadn't fallen down yet was because every time he leaned forward or backward, he was pushed back by Albert's elbows and knees!

The shouts and cheers in the audience suddenly decreased a lot, and the disbelieving audience began to whisper.

Albert took a step back, leaving Varev standing unsteadily in the middle of the ring with nowhere to turn.

Suddenly, he suddenly twisted his waist and turned around, and hit Varev's chest with a flying kick with a sound of breaking wind!

Varev was knocked down by the kick, pressed against the rope ring, and fell to the ground.

"boom......"

The huge body shook the ground.

A stream of scarlet blood spilled on the edge of the ring and the concrete floor in an arc.

The surroundings fell silent for an instant, and the audience's throats seemed to be strangled by a big hand, making them unable to make a sound. The only sound left was Albert's heavy breathing on the stage.

"Snapped."

The cigarette the fat man had just lit fell from his mouth, and he didn't even notice it.

But soon, a weak shout sounded, and the chorus from the audience became louder and louder, and finally became unified.

"Kill him, kill him!"

To the jealous gamblers, Varev is now the culprit who caused them to lose their house and car, and they want to break every one of his bones!

"waste!"

The hooked nose was clasped tightly against the index finger, and the knuckles were turned white from the pinching. He pushed away the spectators in front of him and walked towards Varev with a sullen face.

It felt wrong to take that punch from Albert without getting hurt.

Varev's punch was strong enough to shatter an adult man's jaw, and since Varev boxed for the Falcone family, his inter-knuckles had been injected with a small amount of alloy. This is why in Varev's nine KOs, his opponents either died on the spot or turned into a vegetative state.

He walked to the other side of the ring and looked down at "The Butcher", who was the top three boxer under him just a minute ago.

Varev's right leg bent in a weird arc, and there were even bone spurs protruding from the joints of his right arm.

His lips were purple, blood was foaming from the corners of his mouth, and his breathing was getting faster and faster.

If he doesn't get first aid now, he will definitely not survive.

"Put it down."

Hook-nosed resisted the urge to kick this loser himself and waved his hand.

The odds on this one were so high that even he himself placed some bets privately.

"Announce the result."

In the center of the ring, Albert looked at the stunned host.

"oh oh,"

The host looked at Varev who was being carried away under the stage as if he had just woken up from a dream. He did not know whether he was alive or dead, and then stammered and announced,

"In this game, ah, Albert wins..."

The host's quiet voice was immediately drowned out by the curses of the gamblers in the audience.

These people who were shouting "butcher" crazily a moment ago are now using the most vicious words to attack Varev and his family tree.

"Get out, get out!"

The fat man waved his fists on crutches and shouted excitedly as he squeezed towards the ring,

"Boy, do you know we're rich?"

His face was flushed and shiny.

"Do you know what the odds are on this one?"

As he spoke, he took out a crumpled piece of printing paper from his arms and waved it at Albert, who had just stepped off the ring.

"1:40, 1:40!"

The fat man grabbed Albert's shoulders with two greasy hands and shook them hard, which made Albert's body feel a little painful.

"Haha, 1:40, it seems you found a treasure."

Suddenly, Albert felt the light dim. Looking up, he saw a body with an extremely oppressive hooked nose blocking the light.

"Luck, luck!"

The fat man quickly bent down and smiled, but he couldn't hide the smile at the corner of his mouth.

"Since we have found a treasure, we can't just have one fight today."

The hooked nose sneered and asked seemingly casually.

The fat man suddenly shrank his neck and his eyes became wary. How could he not know that the Falcone family never wants to suffer losses.

"Hey, no, Lord Drudge. He just arrived here and needs some time to settle in."

The fat man pointed at Albert. Although this newly purchased boy seems to be magical, who can say for sure.

What this city, this place, is most indispensable for is surprises!

"No? Fatty, it seems you have forgotten the rules here. Or do you think you are still the same person who stood in the center of the ring twenty years ago?"

The color on Fei Bo's face, which was red with excitement, instantly faded away. He squeezed the piece of paper tightly and muttered: "No, no, I just..."

"Are you just going to leave after you win one game against me?"

The hook-nosed man sneered, took out a white handkerchief and wiped his fingers carefully.

"Who shall I fight next?"

Albert, who had been silent all this time, suddenly raised his head, his face extremely calm, but the sparks of fighting were dancing in his eyes.

He felt that his physical and mental condition had reached its peak.

The invasion of the Dimensional Demon God and the God of the Universe, the disruptive Phoenix Force, the broken quantum channel, and Morpheus's mission that he doesn't know how to complete, and even if he can go to the Origin Wall or even outside the Almighty Universe, he may not be able to go home. Certainty…

Dissatisfaction with all this accumulated in Albert's heart, and the blows from fists to flesh, the smell of blood filling his nose and mouth, and the sound of broken bones,

These were like sparks falling into a frying pan, igniting all the anger in his heart!

He remembered that Fatty had mentioned the Falcone family to him before taking the stage, so it was no surprise that this was the most special city in the entire universe.

This may not be the most dangerous place, it may not have the most supernatural powers, and it may not be the most powerful villain.

But this is definitely the most evil, corrupt, dark, and crazy place.

Albert raised his head and looked directly at the huge round searchlight.

Now that it's here, let the storm come more violently.

"Boy, you..."

When the fat man heard Albert's voice, he immediately turned around. This young and energetic newcomer who got carried away after winning a game still didn't know the rules and darkness here.

"Crack, snap, snap."

When Hook Nose heard Albert's voice, he began to applaud, with a sneer on his lips.

"Lord Drudge..."

"Of course, fight my people."

The hook-nosed glanced at the fat man with a warning look and interrupted him,

"He is a newcomer, and Bat is also a newcomer. The two of them fight, and it is within the rules. Don't worry, the money will be yours."

The fat man's expression suddenly changed, but when he looked at the several strong black men with unkind expressions who had gathered behind him with hooked noses, he moved his lips but never made a sound.

Finally, he lowered his head and nodded imperceptibly,

"it is good."