Trafford’s Trading Club

Of course, Andrew wasn't afraid that someone was just messing around at his casino - there were only two of them!

If Mr. K really did, even if I were King of Heaven, Andrew wasn't going to let anyone walk out this casino door so easily.

It's just that he's pretty shy.

The mysterious Mr. K and his possession of the [Gold] entrance roll - only two people appeared in his casino in such a high-profile fashion, and if there was nothing wrong with him, the ghost wouldn't believe it.

“Mr. Andrew, is this the best boxer you've ever had on stage? ”

Looking at a muscular boxer inside the glass curtain wall through a large piece of glass, Rochu shook his head very directly - although the boxer inside did show his strength very hard.

“What, isn't Mr. K satisfied?” Andrew laughed, “If he had served in the army and trained a fighter on the same terms, his battle consciousness would definitely prevail. ”

"If this is the best fighter Mr. Andrew can get, I don't think we need to continue this conversation. ”

Turning around, the club owner nodded politely in front of Andrew, "So, goodbye. ”

“Please wait.” Andrew suddenly held his hand, but he also let the people around him leave.

In this room where the boxers were chosen, only he and Rocho were left behind. He seemed to show his sincerity, but also wanted to know more.

“Don't know how Mr. K proved he owned [Gold] 's entrance roll? ”

“No proof is required. Now, Mr. Andrews, without the boxers I need, it's enough, isn't it? ”

Andrew was silent for a moment - in fact, he didn't like dealing with people of unknown origins, and he wouldn't trust a stranger so easily.

But he felt it would be a rare opportunity —— the closer to this Mr. K. thing, the more difficult it would be for his heart to beat. Andrew doesn't even know if it's excitement or worry, but his instincts tell him that getting in touch with Mr. K. would be an unusually dangerous thing.

The higher the risk, the greater the reward - even if the other person does not hold the entry roll, it is absolutely impossible to take the boxer away from him without spending a cent on himself.

After discretion, Andrew slowly said: "Mr. K, I do have an excellent boxer on my hands and a guy with a superior sense of consciousness, but he's older, and both are untamed, I wonder if Mr. K is interested? ”

“Of course.” Mr. K. 's boss laughed softly. "The harder it is to tame, the stronger it is. Well, I'm really looking forward to it. ”

“Bring which two guys.” Andrew randomly opened the door and ordered it to go on.

Not long ago, Anton and Oleg were taken to the room next to a single glass. Both of them look impotent. It's just that Oleg's eyes are still sharp, and Anton looks a little nervous.

Looking at Mr. K as he gazed at the two, Andrew smiled and said, "Mr. K, a good boxer can see the value of a boxer, and I think Mr. K should be able to see the difference between the two guys. ”

Lochu went to Laiduan: “If the beast is pulled out of its paws, it is only a little more vicious than the antelope, but it is not as powerful. ”

Andrew calmly said, "These two guys were just anesthetized by me. I told you, I haven't tamed them completely. I'm also reluctant to make them feel better by beating them up. A good boxer really shouldn't be hurt even a tiny bit, except on the ring. ”

Rochu suddenly said, "These two guys, what's more powerful? ”

Andrew was stunned —— that's what he had in mind.

Simply by the most intuitive force, Anton is undoubtedly a genius, and he is young enough, naturally much stronger than Oleg, who is over thirty years old and weakening.

But after a scene in the study, he realized that Anton was nothing but an empty brute force, while Oleg was observant and calm enough.

“These two guys...” Andrew thought for a moment: "I think there are strengths to each and I can't give you the right answer. ”

“That's a shame, they're really nice.” Rochu said softly, "but I need only one boxer. If you can't even recommend Mr. Andrews, that's a headache. With...”

Lo Qiu suddenly frowned and smiled with a slight smile that seemed to be characteristic of the evil talent: “Otherwise, let these two come to the stage of life and death, the one that won will be what I need… Of course, the one who loses, I will also compensate Mr. Andrew. Mr. K, it won't hurt you. ”

“You want them to fight for life and death?” Andrew frowned.

“Of course!” said Rochu softly. “Mr. Andrew, I'm going to the [Gold] competition. You should know what it is. What am I supposed to do if I can't adapt to the struggle of life and death and don't have the courage to face the rules of immediate death? ”

That's true, it's just that Andrew didn't respond directly to the respondent, but squeezed his eyes.

Lochu sat down, and the maid behind him came to Andrew with no expression, clamping a check between his fingers, "This is a deposit, and if it satisfies us at BOSS, the price is not an issue. ”

If this check is real, then Andrew has to admit that the numbers on it make him very emotional.

And... just a deposit!

To be honest, while Anton and Oleg are really good looking people - they weren't built by Andrew!

Frankly, these two guys, they're pretty much the same as the ones we picked up. So this deposit alone has already made him a fortune.

“Mr. K is indeed a pleasant man. ”

Andrew pushed the check back at this point and said, “I don't want no deposit, I don't even need you to pay for a boxer, Mr. K. Just… After this year's [Gold] opening, Mr. K was able to introduce me so that I could become a Qualifier before the start of the next competition. ”

"Mr. Andrew thinks I'm going to have one more competitor in the future, isn't he? ”

Andrew seemed to have predicted, "Don't you want Mr. K to have one more ally in the next [Gold]? Although only one person is allowed to win in the end, obstacles remain on the road. ”

Rochu stood up and looked at Anton and Oleg behind the glass, “When are they going to recover? I must hope to see this duel alive and dead with my own eyes. ”

“Just stop the narcotics.” Andrew calmly said, "In their physique, just add some nutrients, and I think Mr. K will be able to see a great showdown by midnight tonight. I'll be on my rostrum, preparing the best VIP table for Mr. K. ”

“Thank you, Mr. Andrew.” Lochu nodded, "I hope it was a pleasant collaboration. ”

Andrew laughed, “I hope this is a pleasant collaboration, too. ”

……

……

Andrew likes to keep all the disobedient guys in special iron cages. It makes him feel like a beast hunter.

Now, for example, he enjoys watching Anton and Oleg get trapped in the iron cage.

He's been sitting here for over half an hour, staring at the look on the faces of both of them - even their eyes - and that's what Andrew thinks is the most rewarding main course.

“Tonight, after your anesthesia, I need you two to fight.” Andrew brutally bit the cigar with his teeth, lit it, sprayed it, and indifferently had the taste of control over life and death, "and there was only one between you that could survive. ”

Anton looked up at Andrew at the same time as Oleg.

Oleg had to laugh coldly: "Sir, your head is blocked by an overdose of tobacco oil, right? ”

Andrew said softly, "You can choose not to fight, but you better not forget, I have Nikita. You know, in my suburban villa, I had a couple of pure Siberian bears, and I'm sure they'd be happy to serve. ”

“You!”

Looking at Oleg with his eyes wide open, Andrew smiled softly: "Oleg, it's so easy in Moscow for me to check on a person's background... your name is Oleg, you have a 10-year-old. Looks like you ran away from home these last few days? I wonder if you can get out of this place in the end? Because if you choose not to fight, I'll have to get rid of you. ”

Oleg was holding the columns of this giant iron cage, but there was no past of anesthesia, and he couldn't even shake these thick iron bars.

He had to sit down on the ground and look down at Anton next to him.

He clearly saw a clear fear in this young man's eyes - seemingly begging for him, not agreeing to Andrew's request.

Don't know when Andrew has left this place.

There are plenty of iron cages here, but only Anton and Oleg are locked up.

After a long silence, Oleg slowly closed his eyes and turned around and whispered: “I'm sorry, I can't let Nikita die, I need to get out of this place alive even more, I have to go find my child... so sorry. ”

I didn't expect that one day, I'd say the same thing.

Dad... I'm right here.