I Became an Anonymous Boss

Kindness and mercy are compassion for small animals.

The unknown is awe-inspiring, and the powerful is frightening.

Trembling...fear...for the first time filled his heart. For the first time in more than 30 years, Andre, who didn't know what fear is, felt this kind of emotion in the bottom of his heart. He was born with extraordinary power, and his talent made him He is full of ambition, which makes him arrogant, he is pretentious, and never thought that one day he would become a fish under the sword and be slaughtered by others. This peeled off his shell, exposed his fragility, and appeared He is no different from ordinary people.

It is not even as good as ordinary people, just like ants are to gods.

So he fled.

Like all weak herbivores reacting to powerful carnivores, flight is the only instinct allowed.

As if he wanted to put all these fears behind him, he turned and ran, his bloodiness was completely dispelled by the gaze, and the blood of the fierce beast that was about to boil fell silent. With no clothes, he just wanted to run away. Fear and trembling drove him to cry and run, like a stray dog. The lights on the street illuminated his distorted, pale, teary face. The elite superhumans from the United States ran naked all the way. He fled all the way, but panicked, he didn't know where he should go, he just wanted to run farther away from the girl from Yingzhou who had a sweet smile.

That is no longer a sign of embarrassment, it is even uglier than a dog running away with its tail between its legs, maybe tomorrow you will be able to see this person's hot search.

"Your Highness, why not..." Budu Yuhun hesitated to speak.

"This is Chongguo." Hanyu Rei said indifferently but calmly: "You must abide by the law."

This sounded half-true, so she continued: "It...is left to you to solve, remember not to cause trouble for the senior."

Chapter 630 Three Giant Crocodiles

Audition third day

In the first two days, there were very few people who won five games in a row and directly advanced to the main match, and the total number did not exceed 20 people. It can be seen that the official matching of personnel is in place.

Similarly, after the elimination in the first two days, more than half of the players had lost three games in total and were eliminated directly, so they didn't come back on the third day at all.

On the third day of the audition, 3000 people will be eliminated directly to the final hundred.

Today's game should be the most intense and tragic, so the number of spectators is even more than before.

People began to gather, and a large number of people wearing press cards poured into the venue.

As early as yesterday, after the audition ended, the whole world has begun to report on the specific matters of the audition for this competition.

Whether it's on Twitter or Youtube, a large number of videos about the title battle have been uploaded, and then become popular.

I don't know whether it was intentional or not, but on international platforms, news about the victories of Western players is always spread widely.

In fact, if you think about it for a while, you will understand that no matter how they compete internally, the Western countries have a very unified and clear hostile attitude towards the Eastern powers that cannot kneel down, and the media is their mouthpiece.

Just like comparing the number of gold medals in the Olympics, they need to set an example to maintain the pride of people of color. Provoking conflicts, racial antagonism, and comparing the pros and cons are always their best means.

Players who perform well, regardless of their skin color or nationality, have become labels on them, and they are exaggerated. One day, they may be just a black street gangster, and the next day, they will become heroes known to everyone in Ugly Country. In the past, the words that satirized him in the past turned into praises overnight, from a jobless vagrant with a lot of bad deeds to being praised as a street fighter with superb martial arts.

The reason?

It's just because he beat several yellow racers in the ring, including one or two Chong Chinese people who 'look strong and have a tough record'.

The same scene is repeated in forums in every Western country, and there are many remarks that shatter the three views of ordinary humanities.

While secretly fueling the flames, the western countries invested elite soldiers in the extraordinary plan. While hyping up the ordinary western contestants, they also secretly created momentum for these 'killer cards'.

According to the competition system, once it enters the main competition stage, it is necessary to play with a mask.

At this stage of the audition, there is no need to mask, which is very suitable for building momentum and attacking the prestige of a wave of officials.

Indistinctly, the center of the turmoil is concentrated in different venues.

In place one, it's concentrated on the giant white man in the corner.

Many British people came, most of them were from the media. Besides, there were some dignified and serious British people. They wore suits and leather shoes. They didn’t look like they came to watch the game. There were some beautiful hand-to-hand fights, and there were also some fierce ones. Many of them were bloody, with teeth, foam, and blood spattering. However, these people didn't even frown once, as if they didn't see it at all.

But they are indeed here to watch the game, their eyes always stay below, but there is always a lingering arrogance in their eyes, which makes people subconsciously imagine such a scene. In ancient Rome, citizens and officials loved it very much. Watching the duel, these people stood above the arena, waving their arms and shouting with fanaticism, urging the beasts and gladiators inside the arena to fight to the death.

Seeing blood makes blood boil.

Human beings are beasts with a fighting spirit, and everyone is the same, but the difference is that some people have domesticated their inner beasts and know how to use them, while others have obeyed their inner beasts and become beasts.

……

Shirataki yawned, the first match was over.

The opponent is not weak, just not weak.

He sat back in the stands: "It's really lively today."

"It's hard not to be lively." Duan Mujin said: "The competition shouldn't have such a strong political color."

"Globalization, that's how it is, the good ones are competing, and the bad ones are also competing."

"Do you think the authorities will release some water?" Duan Mujin asked.

"The officials may be happy, but..." Shirataki turned his gaze to the corner: "Bafang Longshou won't be happy, if you beat the little one, the adults will come out, there will definitely be bloody conflicts today, and maybe a few bones will be broken. "

……

A strong white man sat on the stool. His name had long been forgotten, and the registered name was just an ordinary pseudonym.

What was left to him was a code name called Giant Crocodile, which he neither liked nor hated.

Crocodile is a native of England, not Irish.

He admired the strong since he was a child, and he also believed that he was born in a great country, but when he was born, the post-World War II situation had already been settled.

Once the number one in the world, England without colonies has long since slipped from the top of the mountain, but he has not lost his sense of pride and national honor for the country.

No one knows why he has such a strong sense of national honor and national belonging. Perhaps the world has never lacked great power chauvinists.

The giant crocodile is also a man with bipolar disorder and homicide tendencies. He should have spent his whole life in prison, but being able to appear here without incident is regarded by him as the identity of the country and an honor.

He knew in his heart that as long as he took the No.1 in this title battle, he would be able to regain the honor that the sun never sets.

The giant crocodile heard the prompt and also heard his own number.

He got up and walked out of the rest area. His height of more than two meters made everyone around him look like dwarfs.

When he came to the center of the ring, his huge body was built like a rock. No bodybuilder could have comparable muscles. It was determined by his innate genetic level, and he looked like a humanoid Tyrannosaurus rex.

On the other hand, the giant crocodile's opponent was an old man in Tang suit with squinting eyes.

In his fifties, with gray hair, hands behind his back, and even a slight hunchback.

This comparison is too disparate from the appearance.

It is obviously a serious scene, but it makes people laugh, and many crooked nuts laughed.

fling in teeth.

"..." The giant crocodile also couldn't raise his fighting spirit: "You... admit defeat."

His Chinese is really not very good, and his enunciation is not clear.

"Ah?" Huang Helou raised his hand and put it next to his ear, as if he didn't hear clearly.

"You! Admit! Lose!" The giant crocodile repeated.

"Hmm... the voice is too loud, I can't hear clearly." Huang Helou said with a smile.

"fxck!" the giant crocodile cursed.

"Lan Guizhi!" The referee reminded, and then reminded: "Old man, do you insist on fighting? I think you only lost one game..."

"I want it." Huang Helou slapped his back: "He hit my nephew, so I can't give him two slaps?"

The referee didn't say much anymore, as if he had been instructed to do something before he came.

"Both sides are ready!" He waved his right arm: "Start!"

The giant crocodile stood there without moving.

It was Huang Helou who attacked first.

Bafanglongshou, the family background of the Huang family is second only to the Cang family. For many years, most of the Huang family has been treated as a businessman. Few people know what their martial arts are.

As soon as a feasible person makes a move, he will know whether there is one.

Huang Helou stomped heavily on one foot, the iron horse on the hard bridge, breathed out loudly, and his solid horse gait had more than half a year's skill.

Horse step punches.

The fist was aimed right between the chest and abdomen of the giant crocodile, like a big gun bursting out, the breath of the silver dragon was attached to the arm, and the energy was gathered without any leakage.

How could this be the fist of an old man in his fifth decade? The smiling old man was simply a smiling Buddha. Under the mask, there was a dark heart of stone.

The giant crocodile took the punch unexpectedly, and took three steps back. The force made his lungs throb with pain.

Before he could react in time, Huang Helou's second attack followed closely.

The giant crocodile held back the pain, let out a low growl, and swung its fist across, but was dodged by the opponent's short head.

Huang Helou's luck is three points, close to the body, against the iron mountain, half a step collapses, exerts force like a rolling stone, bends knees and pushes elbows, and the changes in moves and boxing methods are the essence of Chinese martial arts.

This series of movement changes are so smooth that laymen can see clearly.

Although Huang's family is fifty years old, his strength has not diminished at all. Some martial artists are like logs bitten by moths when they get old, but he is getting stronger with age.

The cultivation base of the fifth level of fish and dragon is also enough to make up for the lack of strength, and it has firmly gained the upper hand in terms of experience, which is also the reason for his self-confidence.

Bai Taki's judgment was that the old man of the Huang family was not weaker than Bai Lian in his usual state.

Such can never be called weak.

However... the opponent is not so easy to be taken down.

Under successive heavy blows, the giant crocodile looked like a clumsy tortoise, with blue and red wounds left on his body with each punch. He raised his arms to maintain a defensive posture. Through the gap, the sight of the surrounding crowd was so clear. Some of them were caught in his eyes, and the expression of the media showed panic. Some British people in suits and leather shoes were also whispering something. Although they couldn't hear it, it must not be a good thing.

This sense of humiliation was intolerable to him.

"Enough!!" The giant crocodile's eyes were reddened, and pitch-black scales grew from under the skin. He swung an electric punch and hit Huang Helou's arm.

With a soft click, one of the old man's arms was broken on the spot.

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Chapter 630 If you are decisive, you will give it in vain

Huang Helou was still careless.

He's seasoned, but lacks the ability to face such explosive opponents.

Guoshu is a martial art that is suitable for the human body. On the basis that the realm is no more than the innate realm, no matter how strong it is, it cannot exceed the limit of physical fitness, and it is destined to lose to guns and guns.