Trafford’s Trading Club

“Boss, what is the [Gold] competition...”

Andrew looked into his heart and said softly: "An underground boxing event. We call the contestants boxers. Each boxer can send three boxers to compete. Mortality is infinitely close to 100 percent. ”

“Infinite access? ”

Andrew nodded: "Because only killing an opponent is a victory. The boxer goes to the ring empty-handed, fights on a special ring, and then there is no limit until one of the parties declares his place of death. ”

The assistant frowned and subconsciously said: "What if both boxers come from the same boxer in the final round? ”

“Then kill each other.” Andrew appealed: "No matter how many people participate, there will always be only one winner, and there will always be only one survivor. ”

“There's such a cruel fight! ”

The assistant also had to sweat cold in the palm of his hand - although Andrew is also a ringmaster, there are often situations on the ring where he is severely injured and can no longer stand up, and even become crippled... It is not uncommon for these boxers to die from serious injuries, but only if the opponent is killed directly on the ring can it be counted as a victory, I'm afraid there are not many boxers willing to take the stage.

This is the real stage of life and death.

“The rules of the game are so cruel that the corresponding winners are rewarded with unprecedented richness.” Andrew frowned at the moment: “But what exactly is the reward for every [Gold] match, only boxers with entry qualifications know. And all boxers will abide by the rules of secrecy and will not say exactly what the reward is. ”

He looked at his assistant and said, "But every year, there are still countless wealthy people trying to get [Gold] 's entrance roll. ”

“Boss, do you want to...”

Andrew hasn't responded to each other - he won't tell his assistant, he once rubbed his shoulder against [Gold].

“Greet our guests first.” He said softly.

……

“Andrew should be interested in [Gold]. ”

Leaving the casino… is really just the casino, but now standing on the roof next to this apartment that contains the casino.

Does the owner of the club have the entrance to the so-called [Gold] game?

The answer, of course, is -- there are a lot of weird, different uses in the club. There's a so-called entrance roll to the game, and this thing seems to have been working.

As for the owner of the club, does he want to compete in a competition like this?

The answer, of course, is… Mr. K is just running the train with his mouth full.

Lochu looked under the alley on the side of the apartment, and the grown-up Antoine Lille looked at the time before watching Unight softly said: “It's almost dusk. Do you want to go somewhere to see the sunset? ”

“The view of the Kremlin is good, especially in the office of the President. ”

Rochu took an interesting look at Unight.

He suddenly liked the feeling.

In this future journey of life, little by little, I discover the past of the maid, little by little, to surprise myself.

Little by little, it's hard to create more waves inside, and occasionally there are ripples.

……

……

When Andrew saw Anton, who had been brought before him, for a moment he was a little disoriented.

He had to look at this man who was taller than him.

He was also born in an underground boxing ring, and he really knows more than anyone what the power is in this body - this is not the level of training the day after tomorrow can achieve!

It's a natural fighter! God created the perfect warrior!

“Where's Nikita?” Anton looked at Andrew and said with a buzzing voice.

Perhaps that's why he's been fighting on that stage for a few days, or why he's grown up, Anton... Anton Lille feels surprisingly fearless at this time - and if he puts it in front of him, when he's a kid, watching these tall, strong guys in there will surely accelerate his heartbeat and then his fears.

“Nikita offered you a deal, no matter what.” Andrew, as the theme goes, “I'll give you ten times as long as you become my boxer for a reason! Wealth, villa, luxury car, beauty! I can give you anything you want! ”

“Ten times?” Antoine shook his head and shook: “Nikita didn't give me anything, we just made money together, I'm going to make enough money and build my own base. ”

Looking at the man on the great shore saying the word "base," Andrew and his assistant stunned, “base? ”

Antonel nodded: “I'm going to buy a piece of land with a big tree and build a biggest tree house on it to be my base! ”

What the hell is going on with Andrew and his assistant?

Anyway, Andrew had lit the mysterious Oriental Guest since he first met him, until now the cigar had forgotten to bounce ash —— and the cigar, which was already burning out, burned his fingers all at once.

The burning sensation made Andrew throw away what was in his hand all of a sudden, and he coughed twice... did this Anton mean it? A normal person would say such childish things?

But he still resolutely said, "I have a piece of land in my hand, and there are dozens of trees in it, and if you like, I can give it to you directly. If you want a tree house, I can get people to build trees on those trees for you! ”

“Really?” Antonio Lille glanced surprised.

Andrew opened his mouth at this moment - what this guy just said was true!

He's seen so many people, he can tell the truth about so many people - he can't see through that mysterious Mr. K, doesn't mean he can't see through ordinary people!

This Anton's gaze is so pure, it's so pure that there's hardly any magazine.

“Oh, God, of course! I would never lie to my employees.” Andrew nodded, “As long as you can work for me, it's not a problem. ”

Antonlir suddenly hesitated: “But I have to see Uncle Nikita first. ”

Uncle Nikita?

Andrew was stunned again, but didn't think too much about it. Maybe that's why Nikita became the guy's broker? Andrew looked at his assistant and nodded.

The assistant went out at once and later dragged Nikita in with him, who had been beaten up somewhat weakly.

“Uncle Nikita!” Antoine was in a hurry, running to Nikita, holding his body, and then staring back at Andrew, angry: “Why are you hitting him? ”

“Nothing, just a misunderstanding.” Andrew laughed: “This Mr. Nikita borrowed some money from us and ran away… of course, nothing is happening now. Oh, dear Anton, we will be responsible for Mr. Nikita's medical expenses and promise to treat him well in the future. Because you're my employee now, aren't you? ”

Nikita held Anton Lille's arm at this point and slammed it into his ear. “Promise him first and then leave... don't touch them hard. Sometimes, go back and say it... listen to me... cough..."

Antoine nodded and looked at Andrew: “I'm taking Uncle Nikita... Nikita back! ”

“Sure!” Andrew chuckled. "I'll send someone to get you some rest. I have a nice villa in the suburbs. Anton, you can live there from now on! Rest assured, I also have some small gifts for you at the villa and I'm sure you'll like them. ”

And then Nikita said, “Wait, Mr. Andrew, my brother took it more than you did. Where is he? ”

Andrew glanced at the assistant. The assistant said, "Well, we had some trouble getting Mr. Nikita back, so we brought one more person back. ”

“Then take people with you.” Andrew doesn't care about tunnels.

Soon, the three big men pulled a strong man into the eyes of the crowd - Oleg!

His hands and feet were then shackled. The vase wound on his forehead was not treated, the blood stained his face and dust stained, and the sweat wetted Oleg's body - even so, Oleg was still so resilient that he needed the combined strength of three men to barely contain it.

When Andrew saw Oleg, he couldn't help but notice that there must have been a terrible beast hidden in this guy's body.

He believes that if it weren't for Anton's better choice... no, no, no, no, good fighters wouldn't be too much for the ringmaster!

Unfortunately, this guy may have passed the golden age, even if he was still physically fit, but physical reactions are probably far worse than before... unfortunately, unfortunately.

“Send the gentleman away, too, and then pay a little medical bills.” Andrew said softly: “We are civilized people. ”

Ah--!!!

But suddenly, a roaring voice sounded!

I just saw Anton staring at Oleg step by step - he was strong enough to look down on anyone here!

Anton drank again and copied up a big man who held Oleg down with one hand and lifted him up with one hand, then fell out hard!

He kicked out one foot at the same time, I'm afraid the strength made another big man's body fly backwards!

“You... you did this to him!!! Aha!!! ”

With Antona roaring with a great deal of anger, I'm afraid a scene happened - Anton grabbed the chunky chains handcuffed to Oleg's hands, then pulled hard!

Hard raw to break this chain. Not only that, but there's also the anklet that's locked on Oleg's legs, and it breaks easily!

“You are…”

Oleg looked at the guy in front of him with a frown at this moment, an unusual sense of familiarity that not only distracted him.

But by now, Anton had punched the third man away, and he walked towards Andrew step by step, "I don't want to work for you! Because I'm gonna punch you right now! Kick your ass!! ”

Andrew was also a tough guy. He snorted and took two steps back calmly. Cold voice: “Looks like you need some more tutoring! Arrest him! Nobody leaves today! ”

The assistant hurriedly pressed a button down the table, the door of the office instantly opened, rushing into several big men - and the personnel were increasing!

These guys jumped toward Anton without saying a word, grabbed his hands and grabbed his waist!

But Anton had the power of divinity, and even if he was caught by four big men at the same time, he couldn't stop him!

He just drank, spinning his body, grabbing his big man was thrown out like this - more big man fell down and got up and jumped out toward Anton!

But Anton's true horror is only now visible!

His muscles are as hard as steel! His fist can't shake him like a Siberian bear giant! Yet his fist is like an iron hammer, striking a man directly can knock down a 200-pound man!

“I'm gonna punch you! ”

Here, Anton is invincible!