Chapter 10 Beautiful Boy ()

In Angela's world, there has never been such a shameless guy! Even a street gangster or a veteran who hangs out at night games, he seems to be called a gentleman!

“Uh…that…”

The pinball felt a little embarrassed at first, and wanted to say something but felt it was very redundant, so he had to point to the girls dancing in the living room and leave quickly.

James' smile gradually froze on his face. He lowered his head and took a few sips of wine, and waited for a while. Zhao Yan still didn't look back. It was not until Angela's back disappeared at the end of the corridor that he turned his head uneasily: "Uh...what did you say just now?"

"Come on, man! Let's talk with me."

James took the conversation and showed his relaxed expression as much as possible, leading Zhao Yan to another room: "Where are you learning to fight?"

"From everywhere." Zhao Yan took a sip of wine, obviously his interest in wine is much greater than chatting.

"So, I'm going to show you something."

James picked up his eyelids and took Zhao Yan through the bright and wine living room and entered an extremely spacious room.

The room is big, with a size of two or three hundred square meters. There are various weapons, sandbags, barbells... and even wooden stakes!

Obviously, this is a gym! Or it can be said to be a world weapon library!

"Haha, I always admire warriors and fight games!"

James made a few boxing moves and smiled proudly: "Do you know? I dream of becoming a warrior like you, but this is obviously not that easy!" James shrugged his shoulders and picked up a few weapons to fiddle with him: "So, I always like to make friends with excellent warriors! Do you know? The life of a warrior is often my life! Because, I will dedicate everything to excellent warriors!"

Zhao Yan took a sip of wine and ignored it.

"Uh...I think a warrior is the embodiment of honor and virtue! The life of a warrior must be pure in both body and mind." James was still talking nonstop: "This is why I don't drink, don't **, and don't swear! Look at this..." James pointed to the Tang suit on his body, feeling a little proud: "I'm studying martial arts, not just talking vernacular, right?"

Looking at James, who was unclogging, Zhao Yan felt it was a little ridiculous.

"So, look here..."

Recognizing the arc that rosed Zhao Yan's mouth, James pointed to a portrait hanging on the wall with some success: "Genghis Khan! The former ruler of China! He once said that the greatest joy of life is to defeat the enemy, chase them, and then rob their wealth and take their beloved things for themselves!" James closed his eyes slightly, revealing a cold expression: "Finally... bathe in tears!"

"So do you know? What do we pay most attention to in China?"

Zhao Yan put down his wine glass and then spit out two words: "Reason!" Without waiting for James to show a puzzled expression, Zhao Yan explained calmly: "Tao, it is about the prey of the weak; reason, it is about helping the poor and the weak! Tao, it can stabilize the country; reason, it can safeguard the country! If there is no reason in the world, it is probably only the brutality and cruelty left! and it will perish..." Zhao Yan stared at James and smiled softly: "It's not far away!"

"Oh-no no no no!"

James was a little embarrassed and waved his hands repeatedly, "I'm not like the thugs you see, absolutely not!" After that, he picked up a Japanese samurai sword and handed it to Zhao Yan: "I know, you don't take drugs or play video games! I can see this at a glance. So, do you know how to use weapons?"

"Hmm? Japanese samurai sword?"

Feeling the coldness coming from the blade, Zhao Yan shook his head and then threw it to the ground a little clumsyly.

"Hi Hi! This is not how the knife is held..."

James quickly stopped Zhao Yan's movements and then made a starting move: "Now, I guess you are thinking... This street liar knows what honor and honor are?"

James stared at the blade and curled his lips and said, "So in fact, I don't know much...but the important thing is that I'm learning!" James inserted the blade back into the scabbard: "What you have to believe is... I have vision, direction, and plan... so, I really hope you can join us!"

"Haha, do you want me to fight and make money on the street like a fool?" Zhao Yan raised his eyelids.

"Of course not!"

James asked Zhao Yan to sit on the best leather sofa, and then said seriously: "It's an international underground street fighting! So far, this is the most profitable fighting competition in the world! At the same time, it is also a pastime for rich people! They like to call themselves... a consortium!" James stared at Zhao Yan: "This is the competition I want you to participate in!"

"Are you involved?" After hearing the words, Zhao Yan began to be a little curious.

"Have you heard of Franklin McVeigh?" James asked replies without answering.

"No!"

"Franklin McVeigh... is a large international arms dealer! If there is war in this world, that fool will have business to do." James introduced a little disapprovingly: "But he was not that big at first. Thinking about it, he was just a little thug from New York! He relied on selling guns to children... in the streets and alleys of the United States. Needless to say, that's where I know him!"

James leaned forward slightly and stared at Zhao Yan's face: "In short, he manages the international underground street fighting for the consortium! He manages the best warriors in the world! Look at these..."

James turned on the three sixty-inch LCD TVs hanging on the wall, and a large number of match shots appeared on the screen.

The shaking camera gushed out blood, a strong man as strong as a bull.

Every shot is full of excitement!

In the middle of the camera is a strong and smooth figure. Unlike those power warriors, he is not very strong, but every move is extremely fast! At first glance, he is simply a crazy and raging cheetah!

Every game ends in fifty seconds! Fist, elbow, legs... use everything! It seems to be out of order, but it is actually very fatal!

"He is a wild beast! a cruel beast!"

After just a few glances, Zhao Yan already noticed the power and immediately stared at one of the screens.

"We call him a beautiful boy, don't be deceived by his appearance! He has killed forty-seven excellent warriors in the ring!" Noting Zhao Yan's expression changes, James explained with interest: "He is considered the best warrior in the world! The cost of playing a game with him is $5 million!"

Speaking of 5 million, James' eyes shine: "Often, you have to upgrade step by step to get the opportunity to fight with him! But McVeigh owes me a favor! So, as long as you want, you can win $5 million at any time!"

"Hmm? A congenital master?"

Suddenly, Zhao Yan's pupils tightened and he quickly played a video with the remote control.

This was a high-pressure cheating in thirty-two seconds. With this leg, the beautiful boy kicked his opponent into a pool of mud!

Very fast! Even the camera is difficult to capture its details!

The video was played back continuously. Zhao Yan watched it more than ten times in a row, and his expression gradually became serious.

"How is it?" James noticed Zhao Yan's expression change and suddenly became nervous: "Although he is very strong, I believe you are definitely not inferior to him! Brother, am I right?"

James stared at Zhao Yan, looking forward to the results he gave.

However, Zhao Yan ignored James and watched the video carefully again before finally confirming his guess - the beautiful boy is a congenital master!

If it were an ordinary person, he would definitely not be able to detect the subtlety of this leg! However, Zhao Yan actually discovered that the beautiful boy's high-pressure cheating was a heavy blow. When the enemy was still more than ten centimeters above the enemy's head, the opponent had already hit the ground!

What does this mean?

This shows that the beautiful boy defeated his opponent with one blow with the leg wind caused by high pressure!

And high-pressure leg wind is precisely the symbol of innate masters!

"Haha, he deserves my full strength!" Zhao Yan took a sip of wine and leaned calmly on the sofa: "But before my right arm was injured, I didn't want to fight anyone!"

"Of course!" James nodded and grinned, "When your injury is healed! I want you to do it just like you and Pinball did to me - defeat the handsome guy! Then, you can be a rich man and enjoy your retirement life to the fullest! Haha, how wonderful!"

"Haha, I think I need to think about it." Zhao Yan smiled indifferently and stood up with the cup.

"Oh my god! This is 5 million! What's the point of considering?"

James couldn't wait.

"Just as I said, I need to think about it." After curling his lips, Zhao Yan walked straight to the living room.

"Ok! Man, you should take good care of your injuries and think about it by the way!"

James paused and his expression suddenly became gloomy: "But you have to know, I don't like others saying no to me!"

Zhao Yan, who was about to leave, stopped immediately, and did not turn around, but his voice was still relaxed: "Maybe you should get used to it!"
Chapter completed!