Chapter 818 Black Boxing Field

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Zhang Feng braved the rain and walked towards the crowd.

As we got closer, I saw a door surrounded by the crowd, and there were two big men guarding the door.

The crowd walked in one by one, with excitement on everyone's face.

Zhang Feng stood silently in the crowd.

When it was Zhang Feng's turn, just about to go in, he was stopped by two men raising their hands.

"It's the first time?" They saw that Zhang Feng was a raw face, so they asked like this. They seemed to be very vigilant.

"Well, I want to punch." Zhang Feng said lightly.

"Fisting?" The talking man sneered. Although Zhang Feng was wrapped in a raincoat and couldn't see his figure clearly, he was not very strong when he looked at his height and bones, so he said with disdain in his voice: "I don't care about life or death? Think it over!"

"Huh!" Zhang Feng nodded.

The man yelled into the room, "Milik, here comes a death man."

There was a burst of laughter from the surrounding crowd, and they laughed at Zhang Feng.

Zhang Feng just lowered his head in silence and didn't speak.

At this time, a man walked out of the room. He was about 1.6 meters tall. He was very thin, with his hair like a chicken coop on top of his head.

"Who is going to die?" His gaze fell on Zhang Feng, he looked up and down, and said, "That's you?"

"It's me." Zhang Feng said calmly.

Milik beckoned, "Follow me." After speaking, he walked into the house.

Entering the house, Zhang Feng's eyes narrowed slightly, and when he entered the room, there was a dark passage that only allowed one person to pass, which was about ten meters long.

The sound of footsteps echoed very loudly in the passage, and at the same time, agitated cheers and roars could be faintly heard.

Walking out of the passage, the line of sight suddenly expanded. It was a hall of three to four hundred square meters with iron cages in the middle of the fighting arena.

All the people around were people. Zhang Feng looked and saw only the moving heads. Through the gaps between the heads, he saw two big men in the cage, shirtless and madly bombarding each other with their fists.

There is also a row of seats on the second floor, which is relatively quiet here.

But it was also full of people.

"What's your name?" Milik asked suddenly.

"Taylon." Zhang Feng replied.

"Tyrone? Which country in Asia?" Milik continued to ask.

"Thailand."

Zhang Feng sneered twice in his heart. This Milik actually wanted to play his own words, but his method was too low-level. Continue to say: "My ancestry is Thailand, I was born and raised here."

"Oh, why do you want to come here for a punch? It's dangerous here." Milik sighed suddenly.

Zhang Feng said solemnly: "I need money! A lot, a lot of money."

Milik completely dispelled Zhang Feng's lack of vigilance, and he began to suspect that this guy was sent by other gangs.

"Because you are competing for the first time, you can only participate in the ten-man contest. One person wins and the prize money is five hundred dollars!" Milik said bluntly, obviously not discussing with Zhang Feng.

Milik took Zhang Feng to a small door, opened the door, "Go in, just wait for the call."

Zhang Feng ripped off his raincoat and threw it in the trash can at the door, then got into the room.

Seven or eight men were already sitting on the floor in the room. When Zhang Feng came in, all of them were very jealous.

There were some who showed fierceness, but Zhang Feng didn't even look at it. He just randomly found a corner with no one to sit down.

He has already seen that the people in this room are all going to participate in the ten-man game, which means that they are opponents to each other.

Counting the number of people, there are eight people in total, which is two short.

Zhang Feng didn't let Zhang Feng wait too long. Within twenty minutes, the last two people were also brought into the room by Milik.

Ten people gather together!

When the last man walked in, the room sucked in air.

With a bald head, about 1.9 meters tall, and his shirtless body, the muscles are bulging high, like a small hill.

Even Zhang Feng's eyes narrowed slightly. Such a person is definitely a big killer when placed in a melee, especially in a cage with a small space.

Zhang Feng can basically be sure that if it is not for his own existence, he should make sure that he is the winner.

But something unexpected happened.

Just after the big man found a place to sit down, the other eight people gradually gathered.

I understood what was going on in an instant.

Others also understood the danger of this man, so they chose to hold a group temporarily and get rid of him first.

Zhang Feng sneered sneer in his heart, it seems that the truth of the tree is really right.

At this time, other people's eyes were on Zhang Feng's body, threatening and sneer.

But their meaning is very obvious, they are asking Zhang Feng if he wants to form an alliance with them.

The sneer in his heart got worse, Zhang Feng didn't move, how he sat just now, how he is still sitting now.

Seeing that Zhang Feng didn't move, the people who had already formed an alliance naturally distinguished him.

The bald man is not a fool. He understands what the situation is and stands up and walks to Zhang Feng.

Stretching out his big fist, he said solemnly, "Caldera."

A faint smile appeared at the corner of Zhang Feng's mouth: "Tyron." Also stretched out his fist and bumped him.

The scene is already obvious, Zhang Feng and Caldera are standing together, and the other eight people form an alliance, which is very distinct.

The reason why he chose to form an alliance with Caldera is because Zhang Feng can probably guess his identity.

He is shirtless to the upper body and is not wearing any clothes. The shirtless upper body does not have any tattoos, which shows that he is probably not a gang member.

In places like Mexico City where gangs are rampant, tattoos have become a part of gang culture.

Although tattoos are not 100% linked to gangsters, they can be used as a basis for judgment.

The other is that he wears thick calluses on both shoulders.

To be able to judge his profession, he needs to use his shoulders to carry heavy objects, otherwise there will be no calluses on his shoulders. Through this, it also confirmed that he is not a gang member.

The door of the room was pushed open from the outside, and Milik walked into the room and said coldly: "Enter the cage, life or death, there is only one winner, is anyone going to exit now?"

No one spoke, all of them were calm.

"Okay, I'll treat it as if no one quit! Now follow me to the ring!"

Everyone followed Milik, walking towards the outside in file.

Passing through the narrow passage between the crowds on both sides, and gradually approaching the cage, the crowd burst into screams.