My wife is a reborn person

"In a place like this, death is a normal thing. They are not surprised by it. No one can even tell whether they will see the sun tomorrow, so they are all numb!"

Li Kun saw Lai Jian's expression and whispered.

"You can beat him to death when you go up later. No one will hold him accountable here!" When he said this, Li Kun's expression did not change at all. It was very dull, so dull that Lai Jian felt that he was also numb. ! He was so numb that he seemed to have no emotion at all!

This gave Lai Jian a chilling feeling!

Is a person still a human being without his humanity?

Lai Jian didn't say anything, and he was looking down on human life. To him before, it was something he only saw in TV movies. Who would have thought that he would see such a scene in a boxing match that he thought was just a formality?

He's still getting used to it...

Inside the glass room at this time.

"Boss Wu, I don't understand. It doesn't matter if you don't sell to China, why don't you let us sell?" a Southeast Asian said in less proficient Chinese. Behind him stood a tall young man in camouflage uniforms. People, judging by their skin color, are also Southeast Asian.

"No reason, that's my territory. I have the final say. My territory, I sell whatever I like, and I don't sell whatever I don't like. Do you have any opinions?" Boss Wu took a deep breath on his cigar. , and then said casually.

"Your land is so big, and there are so many buyers. You don't sell it, and you don't let us sell it. Isn't that a waste of resources? Besides, you don't sell it yourself, and you don't let us, like you, sell it. Instead, you let outsiders sell it. What's the point of this?" The man just stopped talking, but the other man continued.

"I said, if I want to sell my land, I can sell it, and if I don't want to sell it, I won't. As for other people, I'm not a policeman, so I can't control that much." Boss Wu seemed a little impatient.

"Boss Wu is learning from Senior Kun Sha. Let's not talk about him and just do our own thing." Another person laughed and came out to smooth things over.

"Yes, yes, yes!!!" At this time, Smith spoke, "Since the area over there has been assigned to Boss Wu, we don't have to worry about whether he sells it or not. That's his private matter. We can just take care of our territory. "

"What Smith said makes sense. It's rare for everyone to get together. Would you like a couple?" At this time, the only black man showed his white teeth and said in awkward Chinese.

"I heard that one of Boss Wu's boxers has an ancient martial arts master from China. He has mastered the legendary iron cloth shirt and his strength is very extraordinary. I have admired this boxer for a long time and want to see him. I don't know, Boss Wu. Can you give him this opportunity?" At this time, a relatively silent Southeast Asian, using Chinese that was almost as good as the Chinese, pointed at a naked man standing next to him, about 1.8 meters tall, with almost muscular lines. Perfect Southeast Asian humanity.

"Of course there is no problem." Boss Wu said with a smile.

"Boss Wu, we agreed, how can we agree to him?" Seeing that Boss Wu agreed, Smith was a little anxious. In addition to talking about business, he also had another purpose when he came here this time, which was to win back the loss he lost last time. money, so he deliberately invited a professional black boxing master from the United States.

How could he bet if he was beaten? Who are you suppressing? He can't trust anyone here except himself!

It's not that we can't let Prussia come in later. The question is, who knows whether the powerful iron shirt will be killed? What should I do if I can’t hit the one behind?

But he didn't dare to press that Southeast Asian. Who knows how powerful he is? What to do if you lose?

Therefore, he was really anxious now. Ten million pounds was not a small amount of money for him. It was enough to make him feel distressed for several days!

Although it is easy to make money in a business like theirs, you also have to take a lot of risks. If you don't do it well, you won't survive tomorrow.

That is real hard-earned money! Can you not feel bad?

"It's okay! Dali Iron Bushan is practicing ancient Chinese magical skills. It is extremely powerful, and he has practiced it to great perfection. His strength is unfathomable. His people can't beat Dali Iron Bushan. Don't worry! Let your Just come to the second game!" Boss Wu laughed and said with an extremely relaxed tone. It seemed that he believed in Lai Jian very much. He didn't think Lai Jian would lose at all and didn't care about the wheel battle. This made Smith speechless!

"Let my people be the first to fight!"

Whoever believes Boss Wu's words is a fool. Although he, Smith, does not have a super brain, he is not a fool for being able to do what he is today. How could he believe Boss Wu's 'nonsense'?

Boss Wu, this old man is very evil!

"Prussia is too strong. If he attacks first, we won't have anything to do with him. It's better for our people to attack first. Anyway, you can bet on either Dali Shishi or our people."

At this time, another Southeast Asian also joined in the fun and said that there was a tall black man standing behind him. His figure must have been over 1.9 meters!

They have never heard of Dali Iron Cloth Shirt. After all, people like them don’t have that kind of hobbies, so how can they pay attention to them?

And, what the hell is this era? Who the hell would believe that iron shirt? You’ve practiced to perfection! What a bluff!

Obviously, Smith suffered a loss last time, and this time he found someone who felt safe to come to the scene. Now, if they join in the fun, maybe they can also make some money?

Who wouldn’t want to make money?

And if Boss Wu loses money, it can be considered a blow to his morale, right?

He likes to see this happen!

"The man behind you is Martin, who was known as the Butcher in underground black boxing in the United States three years ago, right?" Smith likes to watch boxing, so he knows a little about these black market boxers.

"It seems so. You know, I don't care much about these things. All I care about is strength. I only care that his strong strength can better protect me. You know this." The Southeast Asian said indifferently.

"Martin is no weaker than Prussia. Aren't you trying to get along with me?" Smith's eyes flashed with a chill. No one who can sit here is a good person. He has no idea how much blood is on his hands, and he has a bad temper. , being able to sit here peacefully is also because the interests and power are similar.

It’s not because of how good the relationship between the two parties is!

"Since Mr. Smith thinks that Martin's strength is no less than that of Prussia, why not suppress Martin? Isn't the principle the same?" This Southeast Asian man, who was not afraid of Smith, said with a smile.

"Then you can also suppress Prussia. The reason is the same!" Smith looked a little bit crazy. None of these bastards are easy to talk to. This is a matter between him and Boss Wu. What fun is there in making things up!

"Since everything makes sense, then you don't have to argue. Let my people go and you can suppress them wherever you want!" At this time, the black man who had been silent spoke. Behind him was a tall black man who looked tall. He looks no worse than Martin, even burlier. He is obviously a master. Of course, if you are not a master, you cannot become their bodyguard!

"That's right. If you can't trust each other, just let my man go down. He is from the Netherlands and his strength is not bad." At this time, another person came to join in the fun. There were two burly men behind him. One was from Southeast Asia. People, one is Dutch.

"You guys!" Smith was almost mad to death. What's this? Looking at Boss Wu, "Boss Wu, you have always been honest! You won't disobey this time, right?"

"Of course not, I am known for my integrity!" Boss Wu said with a slight smile, but what he said next made everyone wonder if they heard it wrong!

"Okay, since everyone can't trust each other, let's let all your people go up together. This way, everyone has someone, so you don't have to worry about what I will do."

They all looked at Boss Wu, and no one spoke for a while.

Boss Wu, what does this mean? Is there something wrong with your brain?

Or do you want to give them some money in this way if you have too much money?

Who the hell believes it?