The arena was crowded with people, sitting and talking in twos and threes.

"I will definitely be the champion of the Crewe Arena this time, for sure!" A boxer yelled crazily in English to cover up the coming huge pressure. This was a giant foreign man with blond hair and pulsating muscles. He was nearly two years old.

With a meter-tall figure and a row of hair on top of his bald head, he looks as solid as a steel needle. His face is rough and fierce, making him look particularly stressed at first glance.

The rest of the boxers glanced at the local boxer more or less. A boxer like this who could be seen as cannon fodder at a glance was not worthy of their constant attention. A real boxer would never become crazy and ruthless in such an occasion.

"Go, tell him to shut up!" The voice was very casual, but those who knew Ace Crewe knew what this man who was full of noble and gentlemanly demeanor meant.

The man who spoke also had blond hair, but his whole person had a temperament that no one could ignore. This kind of person was born like a noble and should be respected or worshiped by others. Ace Crewe is undoubtedly this kind of person.

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His sky-blue lake-like eyes looked at everything with warmth and flawlessness, forming two extremes with his extremely bleeding heart.

"Yes, Mr. Crewe!" The man next to him, who was dressed like a butler, gave Ace Crewe an ancient gentleman's courtesy with great respect. Ace Crewe's words are imperial edict here, and no one can disobey him.

, not to mention the butler who has been wondering about his master. Even if Ace Crewe wants to kill everyone here, the butler can only think that his master is crazy and will not hesitate to execute it.

The boxer may have felt the sharp sword-like eyes around him, but he still couldn't let go of his guilt and sat down in despair. In fact, he already regretted what he said because he couldn't bear the pressure, but he had already said it after all.

"What are you looking at? I just want to win the championship!" The boxer muttered again, but his voice had become so weak that only he could hear it.

The civilian players from China have come here after many challenges. Although they don’t know how far the sky is from the sky, they can never hear the word “shit” spoken in a common international language.

"Who said that? Stand up for me!" The boxer shouted loudly in English. The manager beside him was already covered in cold sweat. He didn't expect that the boxer would say such words on such an occasion. Although he was extremely confident in the boxer,

But the agent, who had a deep understanding of Crewe Athletics, knew that there was going to be trouble, and it was big trouble. Ace Crewe was an extremely mysophobic person. The mysophobia mentioned here was not only reflected in his clothes, but also in his clothes.

In Ace Crew's heart, the boxer's vulgar declaration today was exactly the garbage that Ace Crew hated.

"Char, shut up!" The manager shouted angrily at the boxer named Char in a low voice. His voice was reaching its limit. Obviously, the manager was afraid that he was about to lose control. After all, Ace...

Crewe was smiling in the stands on the second floor. He even saw Ace Crewe smiling at him. He knew that this was definitely not a good intention, for a founder who openly brought dark competition to the table.

, the agent knew that he was not worthy of Ace Crewe’s attention-grabbing smile.

"You bastard, you killed me!" The agent has begun to regret bringing this stupid guy to this kind of situation to take advantage of him. He thought that with good luck, Char would be favored by a certain consortium boss, or be attracted by the Crewe Arena.

When he became a contracted boxer, he never thought that Char could win the Crewe Championship, and he also knew that this was completely impossible.

Butler Crewe is here!

Just when the situation became a little strange, the butler next to Ace Crewe came over with people and met countless friendly eyes. The butler seemed to enjoy the kind of eyes and narrowed his eyes slightly.

He serves Ace Cruel like a dog just for the eyes of others.

"Hello Butler Crewe, Hello Butler Crewe!"

As Crewe got closer and closer, the proud boxers around them all moved out of the way. People who didn't know the butler looked at the people around him differently and automatically moved out of the way.

The housekeeper nodded in response to the voices coming from all directions, and at the same time stood still beside Charles.

He glanced at Char with disdain. The strong man in front of him didn't realize how terrifying his figure was until he got closer. The butler's figure of over 1.8 meters was only a few centimeters shorter than Char, but the guy named Char had a waistline and bust that was

Surprisingly strong, standing next to Butler Crewe, Butler Crewe is simply pitiful and skinny.

The manager nodded and bowed and looked at the butler, cursing the boxer Char in his mind. At the same time, he looked at Butler Crewe flatteringly and said: "Dear Mr. Crewe, Mr. Crewe, Charles's words are unbridled. Please don't take offense to Mr. Crewe!"

The butler didn't even look at the manager. The feeling of having to raise his head to look at Char made him very uncomfortable. At the same time, he felt even more unhappy. He said slowly: "Fighters of your caliber are not welcome in the Crewe Arena.

, Master Ace, please leave immediately!"

The manager's face turned pale, and he felt a sense of relief. He had been unable to stay in this situation for a long time. Although he was very reluctant to leave now, at this point, there was nothing to miss. The only one to blame was Charlie, the idiot.

The big guy said nothing to stop him. Let's see how to deal with him when we get back.

"Okay, I'm leaving now, I'm leaving right away!" After the manager finished speaking dejectedly, he kicked Charles, turned around and shouted in a different tone: "You are not welcome here, get out of here with me!"

People around me laughed again. Self-esteem here is too cheap, and people here are ruthlessly depriving others of their self-esteem.

"Hoo ho ho!" Several consecutive violent gasps came from Char's mouth. Char's face was flushed at this time, his already ugly face looked a little ferocious, and his eyes gradually turned a little blood red.

The air suddenly became quiet. Char's ferocious expression was not unusual in the eyes of these boxers who were accustomed to the storm, but what was strange was that many people felt the pressure.

"Shit, why are you still standing there?" The manager didn't even notice Char's expression at this time. Char was a fighter he accidentally picked up in a black market boxing match. He was very strong, but had some brains.

It was not very clever. When the manager met this Char for the first time, he saw him angrily lifting a boxer weighing nearly 300 kilograms with one arm and throwing it to the ground. Char had this expression at that time.

He has never regarded Char as a human being, or in other words, he does not regard Char as a human being in his heart. On the surface, he still coaxes this giant man with sweet words.

As soon as the agent finished speaking, he suddenly felt his chest tightening. What he saw when he raised his head was Charles's blood-red eyes. He suddenly realized what state Charles was in when he was angry, and he suddenly became frightened. In his desperation, he actually forgot

Char, a beast, cannot be angry. If Butler Crewe hadn't put too much pressure on him just now, he would not have dared to say such words to Char even if he was beaten to death.

Before the butler's legs could even weaken from fear, he even felt light and lifted up like a cloud, as if floating in the sky, which reminded him of Jesus. He inexplicably felt that he was about to see God.

In the eyes of everyone, Char just mentioned the agent and threw him out like a sandbag. Five meters or six meters, the distance was not important. What was important was the sound of the agent landing and the blood on the ground.

Snap!

The sound of blood splashing was like the sound of broken art pieces. The agent only squirmed a few times and then stopped making any movement.

Butler Crewe was immediately frightened and took a step back. The eyes he faced were all humble and flattering. Suddenly faced with such a pair of blood-red eyes, Butler Crewe felt that his heart was about to jump out of his chest.

All the boxers frowned as they looked at the ferocious beast-like Char, who threw a man weighing no less than two hundred kilograms six meters alive with one arm. What kind of strange power is this? This is not a skill, but a real force.
Chapter completed!