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Zhang Feng braved the rain and walked toward the crowd.
As he got closer, he saw a door surrounded by a crowd, and there were two sturdy men guarding the door.
The crowd walked in one by one, with excitement on everyone's face.
Zhang Feng stood in the crowd silently.
When it was Zhang Feng's turn, he was just about to go in when he was stopped by two men who raised their hands.
"First time here?" They saw that it was Zhang Feng who was new to him, so they asked like this. They seemed to be very wary.
"Well, I want to box." Zhang Feng said lightly.
"Boxing?" The man who spoke sneered twice. Although Zhang Feng was wrapped in a raincoat and couldn't see clearly his figure, but judging from his height and frame, he was not very strong, so he said with disdain in his voice: "Is it about life or death? I don't care about myself. Think about it!”
"Yeah!" Zhang Feng nodded.
The man shouted into the room: "Milik, someone is here to die."
The crowd around him burst into laughter, laughing at Zhang Feng.
Zhang Feng just lowered his head silently and did not speak.
At this time, a man walked out of the room. He was only about 1.6 meters tall. He was very thin and had messy chicken coop-like hair on the top of his head.
"Who is going to die?" His eyes fell on Zhang Feng, he looked up and down and said, "Is it you?"
"It's me." Zhang Feng said calmly.
Milik waved, "Come with me." After saying that, he walked towards the house.
Entering the house, Zhang Feng's eyes narrowed slightly. When he entered the room, he saw a dark passage that could only allow one person to pass. It was about ten meters long.
The sound of footsteps echoed very loudly in the passage, and at the same time, faint cheers and roars could be heard.
After walking out of the passage, the sight suddenly opened up. It was a hall of three to four hundred square meters, with iron cages in the middle enclosing the left and right fighting arenas.
Everyone was surrounded by people. When Zhang Feng looked around, he could only see the moving heads. Through the gap between the heads, he saw two big men inside the cage, shirtless and furiously punching each other with their fists.
There is also a row of seats on the second floor, which is relatively quiet.
But it was also full of people.
"What's your name?" Milik suddenly asked.
"Tailong." Zhang Feng replied.
"Tailon? Which country in Asia?" Milik continued to ask.
"Thailand."
Zhang Feng sneered in his heart, this Milik actually wanted to trick him, but his method was too low-level. He continued: "My ancestral home is Thailand, I was born and raised here."
"Hey, why do you want to come here to box if you're so good? It's very dangerous here." Milik suddenly sighed.
Zhang Feng said solemnly: "I need money! A lot, a lot of money."
Milik's wariness against Zhang Feng was completely dispelled, and he began to suspect that this guy was sent here by other gangs.
"Because this is your first time competing, you can only participate in the ten-person competition. If one person wins, the prize will be five hundred dollars!" Milik said straightforwardly, obviously not intending to discuss it with Zhang Feng.
Milik took Zhang Feng to a small door, opened it, "Go in and wait for the call."
Zhang Feng took off his raincoat and threw it into the trash can at the door, then got into the room.
There were seven or eight men sitting on the floor in the room. When they saw Zhang Feng walking in, all of them had very fearful expressions on their faces.
There were also some who showed ferocious looks, but Zhang Feng didn't even look at them. He just casually found a deserted corner and sat down.
He has already seen that the people in this room are all going to participate in the ten-man competition, which means they are all opponents of each other.
After counting the number of people, there were eight people in total including myself, and there were still two to go.
Zhang Feng was not kept waiting for too long. Within twenty minutes, the last two people were brought into the room by Milik.
Ten people gathered together!
When the last man walked in, everyone in the room gasped.
He is bald and about 1.9 meters tall. On his shirtless body, muscles bulge like hills.
Even Zhang Feng's eyes narrowed slightly. Such a person would definitely be a killer in a melee, especially in a cage with a small space.
Zhang Feng is basically certain that if it were not for his own existence, he would be the winner.
But something unexpected happened.
Just after the big man found a place to sit down, the other eight people gradually gathered together.
Instantly I understood what was going on.
Everyone else also understood the danger of this man, so they chose to temporarily unite and kill him first.
Zhang Feng sneered in his heart. It seemed that the principle of a big tree attracting wind was indeed correct.
At this time, everyone else's eyes were on Zhang Feng, some threatening, some sneering.
But their meaning was very obvious, that is, they were asking Zhang Feng if he wanted to form an alliance with them.
The sneer in his heart got even worse. Zhang Feng did not move. He was sitting just now and he is still sitting now.
Seeing that Zhang Feng did not move, the people who had already formed an alliance naturally distinguished him.
The bald man was not a fool. He understood the situation in front of him and stood up and walked to Zhang Feng.
He stretched out his fist as big as a cattail leaf fan and said in a deep voice: "Caldera."
A faint smile appeared on Zhang Feng's lips: "Tailong." He also extended his fist and bumped into him.
The scene was already clear. Zhang Feng and Caldera stood together, and the other eight people formed an alliance, with clear distinctions.
The reason why he chose to form an alliance with Caldera was because Zhang Feng could probably guess his identity.
He was shirtless and had no clothes on. He did not have any tattoos on his shirtless upper body, which showed that he was probably not a gang member.
In places like Mexico City where gangs are prevalent, tattoos have become part of the gang culture.
Although tattoos are not 100% linked to gangsters, they can be used as a basis for judgment.
In addition, his two shoulders were covered with thick calluses.
It can be judged that his occupation requires him to carry heavy objects on his shoulders, otherwise there will be no calluses on his shoulders. This also proves that he is not a gang member.
The door of the room was pushed open from the outside. Milik walked into the room and said with a cold face: "After entering the cage, life or death, there is only one winner. Does anyone want to quit now?"
No one spoke, everyone had a sullen face.
"Okay, I'll pretend that no one quits! Now follow me to the ring!"
Everyone followed Milik and filed outside.
Passing through the narrow passage between the crowds on both sides, and gradually approaching the cage, the crowd burst into roars.