The life of a local tyrant, Li Yifei stands behind his back with his hands behind his back. This is where the bodyguards and mercenaries stay, almost all European and American faces, or niggers, each with a big waist and a sturdy back. Li Yifei is already strong enough. , But in front of these people, they still look very petite.

Of course, if you really want to fight, these people together will not be enough for Li Yifei to solve with one hand, so being strong may not be useful.

In the eyes of these people, Li Yifei seemed to be an extra sheep among the wolves. Therefore, the eyes of these people at Li Yifei were a bit unfriendly.

Li Yifei did not behave very sharply. He just smiled faintly at these people's unfriendly eyes, narrowed his eyes, and looked at the group of princes and princes in the distance.

Li Yifei kept a low profile, but someone deliberately asked for trouble. A **** man held his arm and bumped Li Yifei with his shoulder. He smirked and said, "Hey, yellow monkey, which unit are you from?"

When the black guy hit, he used his strength, as if he wanted to knock Li Yifei out and make him foolish, but as soon as the black guy's shoulder touched Li Yifei, Li Yifei's body shook sharply, slightly slightly He took the initiative to collide with the **** man. From the perspective of outsiders, the **** man was hitting Li Yifei.

A huge rebound force hits the **** man with a bang. The **** felt like he was hitting a wall made of steel plates. Half of his body instantly became numb, and he fell backwards. On the ground, clutching his shoulders, he wailed in his mouth.

Li Yifei looked at the **** man blankly, as if he still didn't understand what happened just now, and looked so innocent.

The mercenaries and bodyguards around were a little bit stunned, and some of the happiest laughter also constricted their smiles. Of course, these big-waisted killing machines couldn’t believe that the **** man had hit him and fell. The skin of the East Asian is a ghost.

"Boy, you're fine, let's see you later." A strong white man with the **** man came over and pulled the **** man up while threatening Li Yifei.

Li Yifei smiled and said, "Go well, don't send it."

The strong white man took the **** man and walked away. Before he left, the **** stared at Li Yifei bitterly.

These people are hired by the princes and princes, and they will participate in the competition for a while. Everyone thinks that they should be the strongest, so no one will accept them, let alone feel that they are worse than others.

"What happened?" Sachar heard the voice and walked over and asked.

Li Yifei shook his head and said, "It's okay."

"You guys!" Sashar vaguely heard something, glanced at the people around him, and said: "This is my friend, show respect."

"Haha, Your Royal Highness, we don't disrespect him."

"Yes, but I am employed by Prince Chahar. You may not be able to control me unless your price is higher than him."

"Koul, your **** is called taking advantage of the fire, dare to threaten a prince, I think you are tired of living."

A group of mercenaries screamed, Sasha glared at this group of **** guys, and said to Li Yifei: "Eagle, you are with me, don’t care about these stupid guys, they can fight. Shoot it, nothing else."

Li Yifei shook his head and said: "It's okay, Your Royal Highness, you're busy with you, I'm not bad here."

Staying in these eight hills, Li Yifei was in a daze, and seemed to have returned to the arena of the original special forces competition. Of course, after winning, Li Yifei and his comrades still made great efforts. Now, Li Yifei’s strength is as good as the original one. There are huge differences, and naturally they will not treat these people as opponents.

Sachar stubbornly dragged Li Yifei away. Several things have already made Sachar look at Li Yifei high in his heart, and he will not let him stay with these rough men.

He dragged him to the Prince's Pile. Someone looked at Li Yifei curiously. Sashar introduced Li Yifei as a noble guest from China. His friend was a person who could boil a great eagle called Hai Dongqing. He is also a real man who is not afraid of tigers and leopards.

A prince looked at Li Yifei playfully, laughed, and said, "Is it a real man? Sashar, when did you like this tune?"

Sasha's eyes stared and pointed at the other person and said, "Bobbys, if you talk like this again, don't say I don't care about brotherhood."

"Haha, sorry, dear brother Sachar, you know that I prefer to make jokes, not malicious." Berbis, who is obviously not as strong as Sachar, gave a haha, half-truth and apologized.

Everyone talked for a while before they came to the back of the villa, where a field has been built, a platform half the size of a basketball court.

A group of princes are sitting here, some with an eagle on their hands, some with a tiger and a leopard, some with hot beauties, and some with gold and silver tyrants.

Li Yifei and Sachar sat together, kept silent, listening to these princes talking.

Some talked about women, some talked about luxury accessories, and some talked about business, but Li Yifei didn't hear what he wanted to hear about oil business.

These contests have a lot of prizes. The small ones are millions, tens of millions, and the big ones are hundreds of millions. Li Yifei sees a prince, and the person who directly presses himself wins with a billion dollars. Others also follow, even those Mercenaries, bodyguards, and the like, they will pressure themselves to win.

At the odds of one to one, Sachar also happily pressed a few hands. He also brought people to participate in the competition today. At this time, he was also on the sidelines. Sachar pointed to one by one and his head was not high, but his muscles exploded. The person in said to Li Yifei: "Ying, what do you think of this person?"

"Yes, the eyes are very good." Li Yifei said with a glance.

Sachar turned his head and said: "It's just that the eyes are good? The person I am looking for today is the king of the Cobra army and the champion of the individual fighting competition. Although he has retired for several years, he has been a mercenary for these years, and his skill has never been lost. ."

Li Yifei said: "Hehe, it is indeed better than many people here, but just like a real eagle may not have a big body, more muscles may not necessarily mean greatness, like a few strong ones over there like calves, no What does it do."

Sasha chuckled and said, "You are right, but I remember the Costin you said, but he is a very big eagle. You said that was the most powerful eagle."

"Because it is Costin, the only one in the world, and the other eagles don't have that strength."

As a country where the eagle is the national bird, the national totem, and even the eagle is printed on the coins, in front of a prince, it is said that Costin is the strongest and it is also a unique courage. Several princes next to hear the voice and see Coming over, I took a special look at Li Yifei.

Everyone will bring some friends to watch the game, so it is not a weird thing to have an East Asian face, but when he mentioned the eagle, these princes were a little upset.

At this time, the off-field game has already begun, and these princes ignored Li Yifei. At the beginning, it was just a warm-up game. The main event is behind. Everyone can press money for each game. After the game is over, the winning or losing prize will be settled. The opening is The owner of this private estate, an uncle of Sachar's prince.

Before each game, Sachar would ask Li Yifei who he was optimistic about. Li Yifei said it casually, and Sachar followed the pressure, winning four or five games in a row, earning a small income of eighteen million dollars.

Of course he was happy to win the money. Sachar directly brought the most expensive wine to the princes and princes present to drink.

The princes were happy when they won, but the mercenaries off the court were more excited, shouting and yelling, the losers were resentful, and the winners were extremely arrogant.

These people have become thugs, like slaves who fought to the death in the ancient Roman Colosseum thousands of years ago. Li Yifei squinted at everything in front of him.

Soon, more than a dozen games passed. The princes sent their strongest men to participate in the war. In the end, a few people fought to the end. A prince stood up and yelled to his men: "Kill these men, you will You can take away ten million dollars!"

Another prince also stood up and shouted: "Well, if you win, you will take 10 million dollars away. In addition, I will give you some beauties."

Several princes who were still on the court shouted their prices, stimulating them to become crazier.

With the stimulus of money, these people became even crazier, screaming one by one.

The remaining six people in the field are indeed not the tallest and strongest people, as Li Yifei expected. However, when fighting, their moves are very fierce and they are all real killing skills, so their opponents are also miserable. If you are lucky, he breaks a leg and folds his arm. With bad luck, he vomits blood and faints.

The scene was bloody, but it was within acceptable limits. Sachar's subordinate also stayed in the field. As Li Yifei expected, several opponents were easily defeated by him.

Li Yifei saw the figure of the cobra on his body, and he acted sharply and aggressively.

Sachar waved to his subordinate, called the other party over, and said: "You have won, and I will give you freedom and legal status, but the premise is that you have to win."

The other party was obviously stunned. A few seconds later, he pursed his lips, nodded lightly, and said, "Deal."

"Haha. Go ahead." Sasha smiled triumphantly. After sitting down, he said to Li Yifei, "Do you know why he was a subordinate for me?"

Li Yifei shook his head, and Sachar continued: "He killed someone in the army because he was suffering from war syndrome. After waking up, he sneaked out and was discovered by my people. Crazy and scary."

Li Yifei frowned. This disease is really troublesome, and he understands it.