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The person Zhang Feng was waiting for was naturally Caldera.
He struck carefully, and although it looked like Caldera's head was open, there was actually no particularly serious injury.
The reason why he did this was naturally because he had his own plans in mind.
No one would risk their lives by coming to this black boxing ring, so Caldera must have had no choice.
And he directly knocked out Caldera just to save him.
At that time, apart from Zhang Feng and Calderai, there were five people left, and each of them was carrying a folding chair.
Even if Caldera can knock down all these people, he himself will probably be seriously injured by then. This is not what Zhang Feng wants to see.
This time when he came to Mexico to perform a mission, the old man asked him if he needed help, but Zhang Feng refused.
Because as long as the help provided by the old man is traceable, it is very likely that his identity will be exposed because of this problem.
But Zhang Feng knew that he had to help, and when he saw Caldera, he knew that he could be his helper.
With such a plan, Caldera cannot be seriously injured.
After smoking three cigarettes and waiting for about twenty minutes, Caldera finally walked out.
He had a frustrated look on his face, and he looked downcast. There were patches of bruises on his naked body, and a rag he found somewhere was wrapped around the wound on his head, with blood oozing from it.
Zhang Feng did not appear immediately, but hung far behind him.
Although Mexico City is one of the largest cities in the Americas, it is also the most chaotic city, and the gap between rich and poor is even greater.
In the distance are tall buildings, giving it an urban feel of reinforced concrete. But most of them are low-rise and crowded slums.
Due to the continuous rain during the rainy season, the dirt roads in the slums have become muddy. When you step on them, your shoes will be stained with mud.
Because the sun came out, people who had been hiding in their rooms for several days also came out.
Although the people here are poor, they are more humane. When they see the injured Caldera, they always say a few words and comfort them, but the same poverty makes them helpless to Caldera.
Zhang Feng, who was following behind, saw all of this.
She followed him silently until Caldera walked into an earthen house.
The mud house looks a bit old, and the adobe bricks are already crooked. The door? Perhaps it can be called a door, just a few simple door panels.
Looking around, there was nothing unusual, so Zhang Feng walked to Caldera's house.
Pushing open the door with broken panels, the room was filled with a damp smell.
Caldera was standing in front of a bed. There was a person lying on the bed, but it was almost blocked by him, with only a pair of skinny feet exposed.
Hearing the sound of the door opening, Caldera turned his head to look. When he saw Zhang Feng, he suddenly became angry.
He rushed directly in front of Zhang Feng and grabbed Zhang Feng's collar with one hand.
boom.
Zhang Feng offered him a folding chair without any resistance. It was normal for him to be angry now.
My back was hard pressed against the earthen wall, and my back hurt.
Zhang Feng felt firsthand how terrifying power his body contained.
"Why? Tell me why!" Caldera roared with glaring eyes.
The sound was so loud that Zhang Feng's ears buzzed.
Zhang Feng raised his eyebrows and sneered: "Should you put me down first?"
Caldera was unmoved at all, raised his fist and hit Zhang Feng on the head.
Zhang Feng didn't want to use his head to test how powerful his fist was when it fell to the ground. He directly raised his foot and touched Caldera's knee with his toe, causing a sharp pain in the latter.
Taking this opportunity, Zhang Feng directly raised his hand, grabbed his wrist, and twisted it violently.
"Ah!" Caldera screamed at the pain in his back joint.
Zhang Feng's feet were inserted between his legs, and as soon as they parted, Caldera's huge body fell directly to the ground.
In this way, he also saw clearly the person lying on the bed, a woman, or a girl.
He was very thin and huddled up under the quilt, with only his head and feet exposed.
"No, don't hurt my brother." The girl tried hard to move her body and spoke with all her strength, but her voice was like fine lines.
"Don't worry, I won't hurt him." Zhang Feng said in a deep voice.
He turned to look at Caldera, who had just gotten up from the ground, with obvious anger on his face, and was ready to take action at any time, and said, "Give up, you are no match for me."
Knowing that the other party didn't believe it, his body suddenly started and his fist hit him directly.
Whoosh.
The speed was so fast that Caldera didn't react at all, and Zhang Feng's fist stopped just an inch from his face.
To be precise, it's not a fist, but two outstretched fingers!
If he moved forward even an inch, two fingers would be inserted into his eye sockets, and Caldera's moves would be completely useless.
The anger on Caldera's face was replaced by shock, and he swallowed hard.
Zhang Feng slowly retracted his fingers and reiterated: "I said, you are not my opponent. Go out and tell me?"
Although it was a question, he passed Caldera directly and walked towards the door.
Caldera hesitated for a moment, then followed Zhang Feng and walked out.
Standing at the door, Zhang Feng took out two cigarettes from his pocket, lit one, smoked one himself, and handed one to Caldera.
Caldera took it in his hand, and the way he held the cigarette was very awkward. After Zhang Feng lit it for him, he took two puffs and coughed suddenly.
Zhang Feng shook his head with a wry smile, "You don't know how to smoke?"
"It costs money." Caldera said succinctly.
Zhang Feng couldn't find any fault with this reason, so he took out the five hundred US dollars he won today from his pocket and said, "Here are five hundred US dollars!"
Caldera's eyes suddenly lit up when he saw the money. What he lacked most now was this kind of entertainment.
Zhang Feng did not give it to him, but said: "Do you want five hundred US dollars, or more money, enough for your sister to live a normal life."
"If you want the five hundred dollars, I'll give it to you now."
Caldera raised his hand and slowly stretched it out. When he was about to make contact, he suddenly pulled it back.
"What do you want me to do?"
Although he has never read a book, he does not understand the simplest and most superficial truth, that is, there is no such thing as a free lunch.
"It's very simple! Sell yourself to me, and you will do whatever I ask you to do! If you promise me that you can do it, your sister can live there tonight!" Zhang Feng stood up and pointed to the highest point in the center of Mexico City. building.