Anti-hero of a certain comic

A few minutes later, Bendtner, who was standing at the bottom watching the cage fight, was taken to the top.

This strong black man, with all his muscles stretching his loose gray prison uniform tightly, scanned the surroundings with slightly vigilant eyes, like a tiger ready to attack and hurt people at any time.

"Mr. Ivankov, I thought I made it clear last time that I have no interest at all in invitations to join the gang."

Tonghu knew the burly old man sitting on the sofa. If the warden was the apparent master of this prison, then Ivankov must be the emperor in the eyes of the prisoners.

He lives in the heavily fortified Gulag but enjoys nothing but freedom.

Wine, food and beauties, as long as the Russian gangster godfather wants them, someone will deliver them, and they are guaranteed to be of the best kind.

Even the arrogant skinheads only dared to slander secretly behind their backs, saying that this old man was an antique from the last century and should have been swept into the garbage dump long ago.

The rest of the prisoners were all in a state of fear or admiration. Even the prison guards were respectful and did not dare to show any slights.

But Bronze Tiger still rejected Ivankov

This powerful martial artist who ranks among the best in the world is not really a thug.

He was born into a wealthy family in Midtown. When he was ten years old, he was attacked by gangsters when he went out with his family.

At that time, Turner took advantage of the scuffle between his father and the gangster and stabbed him to death with a dagger that fell to the ground.

After experiencing this accident, the young Turner became obsessed with martial arts. However, because of his youthful enthusiasm, he often got into fights with his classmates and was regarded as a violent person.

When he grew up, he suddenly realized that he left Zhongcheng and his family, and came to the Far East to study under the martial artist Master Dayo and learn how to control his inner anger.

It is precisely because of this that Bendtner, who is known as the "Bronze Tiger", actually does not advocate violence in his heart. He just hopes to have the power to protect himself and his family.

"It's not that I want to see you this time, Mr. Turner."

Ivankov chuckled. He had long passed the irritable age when he would kill his entire family if someone offended him.

Tonghu looked to the other side of the sofa, and Leo smiled back.

He took off his gray prison uniform and was now wearing a decent black suit. He stretched his hands widely and put his shiny Oxford leather shoes on the table.

Sitting among a group of Russian gangsters, he looked so out of place.

"Hello, Mr. Turner."

Leo stood up and walked closer, looked at Tonghu, who had dark skin and a resolute face, and whispered: "A chance for freedom is in front of you."

"You want to say you can get me out of this prison"

Tonghu's eyelids twitched. He looked at the young man in front of him, and his voice was a little cold: "Last time, my agent said that a bright future is right in front of me."

"We met in a dirty alley. He saw me beating up some street gangsters, and then he got involved with me and said he could train me to be the greatest boxer in the world."

"I chose to believe in him, prepared to challenge more opponents in the boxing ring, and won everyone's cheers and applause. But in the end, I ended up in a prison cell."

Tonghu ignored the dangerous looks from the thugs around him and expressionlessly rejected the olive branch offered by Leo.

"I have never been good at using clumsy lies to deceive others. Mr. Turner, the reason why I want to give you freedom is mainly for Sandra's sake."

Hearing this name, Tong Hu's eyes suddenly changed.

He subconsciously reached out to put his hand on Leo's shoulder, but he dodged it in advance as if he didn't know what to do.

The two people's arms retreated as soon as they touched in the air, making a crisp sound, like a firecracker exploding.

"You are Sandra's student"

Bronze Tiger finally realized that this innate skill of predicting the enemy's actions through body language was the unique inheritance of their sect.

Apart from their master, Master Dayou, the only people in the world who can master it are Ms. Siwa, Richard Dragon and Bronze Tiger.

Leo had a smile on his face and briefly explained the reason for his appearance here and the deal he had reached with Ivankov.

"There are still 10 minutes left. The fighting game is about to end. You and I will go back to Ward [-]. You can leave after I deal with the skinheads."

Tonghu changed his previous indifferent attitude. After all, Leo was Ms. Siwa’s student. With this level of intimacy,

The relationship will naturally be different, not to mention the opportunity for freedom is right in front of you.

Leo was counting the time, and the biting fight in the huge iron cage was coming to an end. He let Bronze Tiger take the weak Leila Michaels, while he took the lead and walked to the front.

The prison guard who was originally responsible for placing bets was trembling with fear, obviously after Ivankov's special instructions.

The journey back to Ward No. [-] went smoothly. The free fighting here had ended. The prisoners were divided into small groups and sat together, enjoying the last moment of freedom.

The prison guard whispered a few words into the ear of the officer guarding the prison area. The latter hesitated for a moment with a complex expression on his face, then waved the electric baton and loudly drove the prisoners back to their cells early.

However, the skinheads, who numbered 30 to [-] in total, did not move at all. They always like to show their bravery by resisting prison guards.

"5 minutes."

The warden stared at Leo, clicked on the watch on his hand, and then left the correctional facility with the remaining prison guards.

The skinheads also seemed to realize that something was wrong. They stood up one after another and stared at Leo in a straight suit, as well as Bronze Tiger and Laila Michaels behind him.

"Rich guys, niggas, women are such a weird combination."

The burly man at the head walked over with a sinister and sinister smile on his face.

"Please help me take off my clothes."

Leo took off his suit and handed it to Tonghu's hands. Then he twisted his head and body, and raised his whip to hit the burly man's neck. He only heard a crisp "click" sound.

The kick came suddenly and sharply, and the heavy force broke the skinhead's neck bone.

The head was like an overly fruitful fruit, twisted at a terrifying angle, hanging limply on the neck, and the entire huge body hit the ground with a "bang".

It was quiet for two or three seconds before the skinheads reacted. Not only were they not frightened, but they aroused a ferocious anger in their hearts and rushed towards Leo with shouts.

The prisoner at the front pulled out a Soviet AK47 bayonet from behind. In the Gulag, where any weapons were strictly prohibited, this was a real good thing. I don’t know how the skinheads hid it.

Leo dodged expressionlessly, his long legs whipped over like whips, and his Oxford leather shoes hit the opponent's cheek hard.

Several teeth mixed with blood were spat out. Leo retracted his legs and raised his hands, grabbed the 3c wide and 0.4c thick AK47 bayonet, and held the steel-tipped and mahogany bayonet handle with his backhand.

He quickly turned around and approached, and the sharp tip of the knife penetrated through his lower jaw, like a juicy fruit. With a "pop", it was pulled out, and blood splashed out like a ruptured water pump.

Swinging the bayonet with his right hand, he slit the throat of a skinhead prisoner, and punched another man in the temple with his left hand.

Immediately after, he bumped away the ferocious thug with his shoulder, and then raised his leg like a steel whip, kicking the man's most lethal lower body part, and the sound of something breaking could be faintly heard.

Dozens of figures rushed towards them one after another, but Leo walked among them calmly. Every time the blade passed by, there would be blood and wails.

The Bronze Tiger who was watching was speechless, a little surprised by Ms. Siwa's fighting skills as a student and her ruthlessness in harvesting lives.

Leo's movements were sharp and not sloppy at all. He used the most efficient method with his fists and kicks, kicking the neck, piercing the throat, hitting the temple, etc.

He was as calm as a machine, and his mechanical and efficient killing actually revealed a touch of artistic beauty.

"Don't come here to help, help."

In less than 5 minutes, there was only the last skinhead prisoner left in the field.

He shouted desperately outside, hoping that the prison guards could rescue him from this cold-blooded madman.

"Please let me go"

The skinhead prisoner with the word "swastika" tattooed on his forehead knelt down with his legs weak. His thoughts of escape were severely suppressed by the other party's bloody methods.

This vicious prisoner's face was smeared with tears and snot, and he showed no indomitable will of a fighting nation. The human desire for survival prompted him to abandon all dignity and shame.

If Leo now said that you could survive by licking his shoes, this skinhead prisoner would definitely lick them clean.

This is the difference between hoodlums and thugs. The former will only bully those who are weaker than them, while the latter will not mind raising their swords against those who are stronger.

"Shh, be quiet."

Leo held the head in his hands and said with a smile.

Then his arms crossed from left to right, and the sudden burst of power instantly broke the opponent's neck bones.