Battlefield Contract Worker

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87_87165 Outside the octagonal cage, the black Tagore took off his vest and raised his hands with a smile, showing his strong muscles. His actions caused the mercenaries below to scream and the women to scream. Everyone knows that Tagore is a real melee combat expert, and in this octagonal cage, he has never met an opponent. Everyone is crazy for him, because everyone knows what kind of **** scene will be next.

Gore itself is a strong stimulus, especially for these mercenaries. So the roars, cheers and whistles continued. This octagonal cage is the stage for fighters, and Tagore is the absolute star on this stage! Everyone is standing up and applauding him, no one will look at that over-the-top Asian.

Before the fight in the octagonal cage started, the mercenaries' bet had already been placed. Everyone thought it was a one-sided game, no suspense. Maybe in a minute that Asian guy will be beaten down, maybe not even a minute. Therefore, the bet of the mercenaries is not on who wins and who loses, but on whether Lin Rui can support Tagore's men for two minutes.

"I will also open a bank, one to one, buy the Chinese to win!" Zhao Jianfei walked up with a cigar in his mouth, kicked the table where the mercenaries were betting, and dragged another table. Zhao Jianfei is very famous in the mercenary world. Many people have heard of him and are afraid of him. So intimidated by his obscenity, the other mercenaries all backed away. However, when they heard Zhao Jianfei betting against Lin Rui to win, the mercenaries glanced at each other happily, but there was some hesitation. After all, they were a little afraid of Zhao Jianfei.

Zhao Jianfei sneered and said, "Why, are you still afraid that I won't give you money if I lose?" Then he slapped a stack of banknotes on the table, "Bet those who are willing to bet, and those who are unwilling to bet, get out!"

The mercenaries all rushed up with a bang, and they all bet on Tagore to win. In their opinion, Zhao Jianfei's winning by buying Lin Rui like this is simply giving away money.

There was a hustle and bustle under the stage, but the octagonal cage on the stage had already started. With a roar, Tagore jumped up and kicked Lin Rui's chin. His movements are vigorous and brave, and at the age of twelve, he was already a famous and terrible thug, and at the age of sixteen he had beaten down three butchers with knives in their hands.

Except for the guy named Tang Kun, he never looked down on others.

But after Tagore kicked it out, he knew that he had met a terrible opponent today. In the past seven or eight years, he has experienced hundreds of battles, large and small, and of course has a lot of experience in fighting. Even in the rage, he can still tell the strength of his opponents.

When he saw Lin Rui's man, he suddenly took a step back. This step just avoided his attack, but he just avoided his feet, and he never pushed back an inch. Keep yourself in a position and posture where you can most easily launch a counterattack. What made Tagore even more uneasy was that the young Chinese man didn't even blink. A powerful flying kick suddenly raised in front of him, and most people would blink subconsciously, but Lin Rui didn't.

Tagore took a deep breath and managed to calm himself down. Now he could see that this person was by no means an ordinary person. Experts and mediocre people, sometimes it is easy to distinguish through some details. After Lin Rui avoided Tagore's kick, although he kept his position very well, he did not take advantage of the situation to counterattack.

A master like this will never shoot aimlessly. Because he himself is the same, as long as he makes a move, he has no intention to let the other party stand in front of him again. Tagore frowned slightly and said to himself: Well, he is Chinese. Could this young man be a master again? Like the Tang Kun from before?

Tagore began to look at Lin Rui carefully, and finally determined that not only did he not recognize this person, but he had never seen him before.

"You just got here?" he asked suddenly.

"Not bad." Lin Rui's eyes showed approval. It is not easy for a person to suddenly calm down when he is provoked.

"Your kung fu is good?"

"so so."

"You are very confident, but do you really think you can beat me?" Tagore sneered.

"I don't know either, so I want to try." Lin Rui smiled, "I can see that you are very good at hand-to-hand combat."

Tagore moved his steps nimbly and said with his hands feigned: "You must think you can really beat me, don't you. Come and tell me, why?"

Lin Rui sighed: "You acted very manly in front of everyone just now. I really didn't expect you to be such a cautious person. Come on, it's time to attack. My fists are already hungry." Lin Rui smiled.

When he started to laugh, Tagore suddenly shouted and flew towards the sky. He wasn't really going to ask why. When he did it himself, he would never answer this sentence. All of this was just to attract Lin Rui's attention.

This time, Lin Rui did not dodge, but went up to him.

Tagore's punch came out, but Lin Rui's man slipped past his ribs, and an elbow hit him on the spine with a backhand. Tagore staggered for a moment, then jumped up again and slammed his right fist.

But Lin Rui had already grabbed his arm and twisted it with his backhand, anti-joint technique! ! ! Tagore immediately heard the sound of his own bones breaking, a terrible sound that made one want to vomit. But he didn't spit it out.

Because Lin Rui's other hand had hit the bridge of his nose heavily.

His face was immediately twisted and deformed under Lin Rui's fist, and Tagore stepped back several steps in a row, hitting his back against the barbed wire of the octagonal cage. When Tagore raised his head, his face was covered in blood. His nose was knocked out of the way, and he was bleeding profusely. No one thought that this would be the case. Tagore, who was like a bull, would be repelled by this young man. Lin Rui still had a smile on his face, and his eyes were full of confidence.

Tagore suddenly felt an uncontrollable anger rushing up~www.readwn.com~ His people jumped up and rushed towards him angrily, looking like an angry black jaguar.

His feet flew up and kicked Lin Rui's throat. Brazilian Judo! This script should be a false move, and his real killing should be in his hands.

But Lin Rui didn't think so.

He knew that Tagore would never use this routine to deal with him, because many people were familiar with this standard Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu technique. Lin Rui stepped back, turned over, slashed Tagore's ankle with his hand, then stepped back and waved again. But Tagore's whole person has already volleyed up.

He didn't use any strange moves, because he also knew that no matter how strange moves, he could not deal with Lin Rui. He used his beastly power. A power that no one could imagine.

Lin Rui suddenly realized that he was wrong. He didn't seem to have made this bull-like Tagore too angry. He found that the flame of anger had burned every bit of potential in this Tagore. It's like oil suddenly spewed out of the earth, and the oil was suddenly burned. This kind of power is beyond anyone's control. .

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