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The place where all virgins yearn for is a strip dance hall unique to America, a capitalist country.

Neon lights spread the entire room light and dark, and the entire dance hall was filled with the slutty screams of women and the strong smell of alcohol, like a scene of red and green lights and wine.

John Preston raised the "Blue Elf" on the bar and drank it all.

He had just completed a business and returned from Africa, and was now washing away the smell of blood and killing with his woman with alcohol.

That's right, Preston is not an ordinary person, he is a professional mercenary. Retired from the US Navy Seals, he could have lived a happy life with those retired Jin An.

But after going to Las Vegas, he saw the bank card that was swept, and he felt that he had to find a job.

However, as a veteran who survived the Iraq War, finding a job is naturally difficult for Preston. Apart from killing people, he doesn’t seem to have any other expertise. As for delivering food and being a waiter, just kidding, do you think a veteran will endure this humiliation?

In desperation, Preston, who returned to his old career, had to become a mercenary, because his proud resume was a prosperous life in the mercenary world.

However, his good luck seemed to have been exhausted today. The two black buddies looked at Preston at this time, exchanged glances with each other, and gradually approached him quietly. Obviously, they were attracted by Preston's bulging wallet.

"Hi, buddy!" A black guy hit Preston's shoulder.`

Preston looked at the hands on his shoulders, frowned, and said drunkenly: "Black Pig, if you don't take your hooves back immediately, I'll stuff your head into your py!"

Before he finished speaking, the black guy in front of him picked up the wine glass on the bar and smashed it hard at Preston's head.

Although the experienced Preston was a little drunk, the instincts developed by the life-and-death battle on the battlefield for so many years saved his life and life. He quickly lowered his head and avoided the headshot attack of the glass. He quickly grabbed the black guy's hand with his right hand, then quickly cut in, pressed the black guy's waist with his buttocks against the black guy's waist, pulled the other person towards him, and then used the principle of leverage to throw the other person out of his back.

A beautiful black guy fell over the shoulder, and Preston threw it into the bar. Before Preston could say something, another black guy suddenly moved. He picked up the seat beside him and smashed it hard behind Preston.

Preston, who was confused, did not notice the back strike behind him at all and was hit directly. Then the black guy quickly stepped forward and his right hand was hidden on Preston's belly. You know, it is a martial arts that are broken by bricks, and no matter how high his martial arts are, he is afraid of a knife. Preston, who was unprepared, only felt that his eyes were dark and he had lost consciousness.

Cold, damp, tingling.

A sudden and violent pain woke Preston up and tried to open his eyes. Preston felt that he should be in the alley next to the stripper hall, and the coolness caused by his body touching the ground made him know that he must have been stripped naked and threw it on the ground.

The pain from the lower abdomen became stronger and stronger. Preston struggled to touch his stomach with his hands. The place where his fingers touched was sticky, and then a cold knife was inserted straight into his stomach. The smell of blood filled the entire alley.

Damn, I didn't die on the battlefield, but died in the alley! Preston cursed fiercely. He was proficient in human structure and knew clearly that he must not move around at this time. Any subtle movement may cause the knife on his stomach to scratch his internal organs. Although the wound was blocked by the knife, the blood still kept flowing out of the subtle gaps. If it spreads according to this degree, either he would be shocked and gradually die due to the continuous loss of blood, or he would be cut by the knife and bleed to death because of the knife.

The situation suddenly fell into a dilemma. As time slowly disappeared, Preston felt his consciousness gradually became blurred. He knew that this was caused by a large amount of blood loss in a short period of time. After a while, he would completely lose consciousness and die.

"Ding~ Do you want to take revenge? Do you want to see your enemy repent in front of you? yes/no!" A cold voice rang in Preston's ears.

Preston, who had already begun to lose consciousness, tried to open his pale lips, but at this moment he could nodded. The coldness and weakness from his hands and feet made him nod powerlessly.

The next second, the person who was originally lying quietly in the dark alley, who had disappeared in an instant, leaving only a pile of blood and a sharp knife with a cold light.

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The dark lights, the blood gushing, the constant waving fists, and the flesh and blood flying everywhere, all of them tell people if this is an underground black boxing competition venue.

The competition here does not have the commonly used scoring points in ordinary fighting games, nor does it have the traditional sense of "pointing to the end". What the two boxers are engaged in is a real life-and-death battle. Their only purpose is to make the other party fall, and in order to achieve this goal, the boxers are doing everything they can. The only rule in this place is "no rules!"

The emcee in a black dress was boasting about the two contestants who were about to compete.

"Dear viewers, the player on my left is a Blackstone player from Congo, Africa. He scored 7 wins or losses in previous battles. His defense against his opponent in every previous battle can be considered as stable as a rock. Until he exhausted his opponent's physical strength, he would kill the opponent with one blow. It can be said that he was a new dark horse in the Black Fist Fighting Competition!" The emcee said, pointing his left hand at the black strong man beside him.

A strong black man with a slightly curly short exposed his strong chest. The two solid muscles on his chest were like jujube wood chopping boards, and the purple oil was shining.

"And on my right hand is the champion of the 2nd Black Fist Fighting Competition, the terrifying butcher from Belarus - the Giant Bear! It is said that every time the Giant Bear knocks down his opponent, he will interrupt the opponent's left hand, which is really exciting!" The emcee introduced a little morbidly.

A strong white man over 19 o'clock in height walked out like an iron tower, and his strong appearance seemed to be made of pig iron, and his muscles were as hard as a burnt bread.

The audience in the audience whistled from time to time and shouted loudly.

"Giant bear, tear that nigger into pieces!"

"I put a heavy bet on it and beat this African guy in one round."

The emcee quickly waved his hand and signaled that the game was about to begin, soothing the restless crowd.

As the bell rang by the emcee who walked off the stage, the two boxers immediately collided hard. Without the gorgeous moves in the movies we usually watch, both of them kept attacking each other's head, abdomen, and lower bodies.

The fist without gloves hit him, and made a dull sound like "bang bang bang~". The audience in the audience couldn't help but shout loudly when they saw this scene, "beat", "beat", "beat him to pieces!" and "torn him to pieces."

Not long after, Blackstone seemed to be unable to withstand the attack of the giant bear's fist as big as a sand pot. The strong muscles that were proud of were simply vulnerable to the opponent's distance. After the giant bear's left hook punch, Blackstone finally couldn't hold on and fell to the ground, gasping for breath.

The audience in the audience became more and more excited, with scarlet eyes red and kept shouting, "Go!" "Go and break his hand!" and other words.

The giant bear seemed to enjoy the audience cheering very much. He rushed to the edge of Black Stone, pulled the fallen Black Stone's head and pulled him up, then grabbed his head and hit his knee hard. His action immediately made the audience scream, and many people even cheered loudly.

After three consecutive hits, the giant bear finally let go of Black Stone's head, turned around, raised his right foot suddenly, and then stepped on the right hand of the giant stone.

Accompanied by a crisp "click", the giant rock that was originally unconscious woke up wailingly. The giant bear's action caused cheers in the audience, and many ladies even covered their red lips. It seemed that the giant bear's blow just now made them feel unprecedented satisfaction.

The giant bear raised his hands and howled like a trapped beast, declaring the end of the game. This was the quick action of the staff in the boxing ring. Several staff members threw the black stone onto the stretcher like garbage, while muttering, "What a broken black stone, I've wasted 1oo." After that, he spat hard at the black stone on the stretcher.

Several people carried the injured Black Stone to the next door. After a while, a special doctor would naturally check his injuries.

His left hand was completely broken, and Heishi looked at his left hand, feeling sad that he felt dead. He knew that his life was completely over.

"Ding~ Do you have to have a different life first? Do you want to make up for your regrets? Do you want to have a healthy body? Yes/no?" A mechanical voice said, tempting words sounded by the black stone ears.

The dull black stone nodded blankly, like an ignorant mortal who was tempted by the devil to sign a contract.

"Hey? Where is that injured boxer?" The doctor looked at the empty room and grabbed his head and didn't know what had been born.

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Chapter completed!