Zhao Changqi did not answer Frank's words directly, but asked back: "Are you Frank?"

"Shut up! Answer the boss honestly! Don't show your cleverness casually, that only means you are stupid!" Without waiting for Frank to speak, the bald black man brought Zhao Changgui and said to him immediately.

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"Oh, Cooks, don't treat our guests like this." Frank immediately stopped the bald black man's words, and then said to Zhao Changqian: "Yes, I'm Frank. Can you answer my question now?"

When Frank spoke, his face was full of sincerity, as harmless as a kind uncle next door.

"Mr. Frank, it doesn't seem important to which country I am? What's important is that we can earn countless money together." Zhao Changqi said calmly. Although Frank pretended to be a serious person, Zhao Changqi could see the sinisterness in his heart through his blue eyes.

"Okay, okay. Then what should I call you?" Frank asked again.

"You can call me King Zhao Yan, because for my opponent, I mean death." Zhao Changqi continued to say coldly.

Frank looked at Zhao Changgui deeply, as if he had always seen Zhao Changgui's heart.

"Okay, King Zhao Yan, are you saying you want to box with me?" Frank's temper seems to be really good.

"To be precise, I want to make money, I make a lot of money." Zhao Changqi emphasized his purpose again. This is the most reassuring purpose.

"How did you get my contact information?" Frank asked again.

"I found a business card in the toilet and tried to dial it, but then I appeared here." Zhao Changqi said without frowning. He did find many business cards in the toilet, but never found Frank's business card. Maybe he had discovered it before, but he didn't pay attention.

"Oh, haha, it's a hell! Come with me." Frank suddenly felt that it seemed to be an insult to sending business cards to others. He muttered, stood up and walked out of the room. The two bodyguards who had been following him followed closely. The two bodyguards standing behind Zhao Changgui patted Zhao Changgui's shoulder with their hands and signaled him to follow.

The group walked into an elevator, which was straight down. After about a few minutes, they came to a wide underground hall. The top of the room was inlaid with countless fluorescent lights, illuminating the whole room as bright as day.

There were more than a dozen burly men in the hall, wearing boxing shorts and gloves, covered in muscle lumps, constantly waving their fists and feet, kicking and hitting the special training equipment, and roaring in their mouths.

Zhao Changqi felt an unusual aura from these people, which was a violent and dead aura that ignored life! They had been trained by Frank to become a killing machine and were also a tool for making money for him.

An old white man who looked like a coach, holding a Glock pistol in his hand, kept shouting, urging these boxers to keep training.

"Lucas! Hurry up, your fist needs to be faster and stronger! If you were in the ring, you would have been beaten to death! Sutton, did you not have the fucking meal? Or have you lived enough? Your Brazilian kick is so fucking bad, just like a woman!" The old white man kept shouting. When he clicked someone's name, the gun in his hand would unconsciously point at that person.

Everyone here has killed people in the black market ring. The old white man is afraid that they will go crazy and tear himself to pieces. Only the gun in his hand can give him a sense of security.

"I'll ask you again, which country are you from?"

Zhao Changqi was observing the situation in the room, and suddenly Frank's chubby voice came from his ears. Before Zhao Changqi could answer, Frank continued, "Okay, since you don't want to say it, I'm too lazy to ask you. I hope you are not a Chinese, and I am extremely disappointed with the so-called Chinese Kung Fu! Those Chinese boxers always keep losing money to me, which makes me almost lose everything. King Zhao Yan, I don't think you can, right?"

"Of course not." Zhao Changqi shrugged expressionlessly. He understood why Frank brought him here. He wanted to see his true abilities. Whether he had value to be used by him. If he had value to be used by him, he would definitely take him to play games next. If there was no value to be used, he might never go back. This is his burial place.

Now he understood a little why Frank believed in himself so easily, without even doubting that he was a policeman or other people who were not good for him. Because this is Frank's territory, no matter who comes here, he can only listen to Frank, and the US president is no exception.

"Hmph." Zhao Changqi sneered in his heart.

"Cooks, let them stop." Frank said to a bodyguard beside him.

Cooks didn't say anything, just nodded, and then suddenly pulled out a black slight rush from his waist, and shot a short shot at the ceiling. There were suddenly several bullet holes on the ceiling.

The gunshots made everyone stop the movements in their hands and look up at Frank's direction.

Frank didn't talk nonsense, and pointed a big black man with his hand, shouting, "Lucas, come here and have a fight with him."

Then, Frank turned his head and said to Zhao Changqiu: "Go over and don't let me down!"

Everyone scattered around, and a big place was revealed. Lucas was already standing in the center of the place, making a fighting posture with both hands, staring at Zhao Changli with blood-red eyes. His scarlet tongue kept licking his thick and black lips, like a bloodthirsty lone wolf.

Zhao Changqi looked at Lucas, who was lonely and like a wolf, coldly, without saying a word, but just walked towards him and stood steadily in front of him.

Zhao Changqi did not pose a standard fighting posture, but put his hands behind him, as if he was strolling in a leisurely manner.

"Hey, boy, you'd better be serious, otherwise your life will be gone!" said the white-haired old man holding a pistol next to him, looking at Zhao Changgui. His face was full of cold smiles. As the coach of these murder machines, he had seen many dead people here because his boss Frank often brought some people here for trial training, and most of these people were beaten to death.

Lucas is definitely not easy to mess with. He is strong and strong. A pair of iron fists can smash a big hole in the steel plate of ten millimeters. He once played for Frank five times in the black market punch, killing two boxers, and only one failure, but that failure did not kill him. Lucas is a good card in Frank's hand.

Facing such an opponent, he had to be so energetic, but Zhao Changqiu took a stance of indifference. In the eyes of the white-haired old man, this was simply a terrible life, purely a rhythm of seeking death. He had even seen Zhao Changqi stuttering on the ground with blood spraying on his mouth, and his thin body kept twitching. But Lucas did not let him go, and his big feet kicked Zhao Changqiu ruthlessly, until he kicked Zhao Changqiu so much that there was no complete bone on his body!

However, the next moment, the old white man widened his eyes and opened his mouth, unable to say a word, as if he had been completely frozen. Not only him, but even Frank and his bodyguards had this expression.

When Lucas saw Zhao Changgui Budou and stood in front of him without caring, he couldn't help but sneer in his heart, saying, "This is a fucking idiot!" I really don't know what the boss thought, but he actually asked me to compete with him. This is simply an insult to me, the great boxer Lucas!

"I want to kill you! Only your death can wash away my shame!" Lucas thought so.

Thinking of this, Lucas waved his right fist and tentatively punched Zhao Changqi's face. His huge fist brought out gusts of wind like a big hammer.

Lucas and the old white man and others had the same views. He believed that Zhao Changqiu was dead this time! Because his hand was still behind his back, it was impossible to block it with his hands!

What everyone could not imagine was that Zhao Changqiu and Ben did not dodge, and his hands behind him did not even move. His head just gently waved his side and avoided Lucas' heavy punch. At the same time, his right foot waved like a whip, and a fierce sweep and kick hit Lucas' temple!

Zhao Changqi's kick was fast and fierce, and the angle of the legs was very tricky, which was even more confusing than a Brazilian kick. Before Lucas could react, Zhao Changqi's feet swept to his temples!

Zhao Changqi very much hated the black market boxing without any humanism. In his eyes, these boxers are both pitiful people without thoughts and demons who kill without blinking! In a sense, these boxers controlled by the agency are no longer a healthy person!

Their thoughts have been seriously distorted. In their eyes, there is nothing but money, killing and blood. Seeing boxers die at their feet, they will feel endless pleasure! These people are not worthy of sympathy.

At the same time, since Yan Fei's hatred blocked Zhao Changqi's chest, he needed to vent!

So Zhao Changqi did not show any mercy when he kicked it, and he did his best!

"Click!"

A crisp sound came to everyone's ears clearly.

"Plop!"

Lucas' strong body fell to the ground, as if a wall was hitting the ground, his ears, nose, and mouth were covered with blood. It was not long, and his whole fat face was soaked in the blood.

Zhao Changqiu's kick not only hurt his temple, but also directly kicked and broke his cerebral skull.

The explosion of Zhao Changgu was assassinating everyone.

Zhao Changqi glanced at the people who were still dazed around him, walked to Frank and said, "Mr. Frank, are there any trouble?"

Until then, everyone understood what was going on. Everyone looked at Zhao Changqiu with an alien look. If Lucas's body was not lying on the ground, they wouldn't believe that everything that happened in front of them was true.

"Oh my god! No problem, no problem! Since Lucas has embarked on this road, he should be mentally prepared. Yes, I believe that's the case. Now, I believe your name is King Zhao Yan. Don't worry, I will take you to the competition soon and make you make big money, big money you can't imagine! But before the competition, you must receive training here and you can't go anywhere!"

Frank looked at Zhao Changgui with blue eyes and said excitedly.
Chapter completed!