who I am?
A black-haired and dark-eyed oriental man sat on a hillside, watching the setting sun slowly in the west, near a shelter funded by the British ZF department in the suburbs of London.
The final result is still another disappointment, because all his memories have been lost in the terrorist attack that shocked the world in London six months ago
Now he just vaguely remembers one thing. He must have had a lot of money and women before. During the treatment in the hospital, the British intelligence department specially invited several experts from the United States to perform multiple facial recovery surgeries for him.
Although the other party finally regained his facial appearance and withdrew all the experts and agents in disappointment, this kind of treatment that ordinary people would never enjoy made him sure that he would never be an ordinary person
However, the memories buried deep in his heart are like extremely conservative Arab girls, always covering their faces with a black veil, making it impossible for you to see clearly what kind of face is hidden behind this veil
1740, it’s time to eat!
At this time, a wireless paging device installed on his waist belt rang. The familiar voice of the shelter staff member Mike woke him from his deep thoughts, which made him realize that it was time to enjoy dinner now.
As usual, the dinner in front of him was still potatoes, roast beef and vegetable salad, something he had eaten for a whole few months, but fortunately the British aunt in the kitchen was really good, which made him miraculously not tired of these same foods
At this time, a British homeless man next to him suddenly pointed to the TV placed in the corner and shouted excitedly, saying: Look, my dream lover, which Oriental beauty, Aileen, has come to the UK again!
The oriental man numbered 1740, heard this, and could not help but shift his attention from the food in front of him to the TV, staring at the richest woman in the world on the TV screen.
I don't know why, from the moment I saw this Chinese female rich man on TV for the first time, the richest man in the world gave him a very familiar feeling, as if he had some very close relationship with the other party.
1740, your wife is coming to the UK to find you again. Don’t you want to see her?
Another British man next to him said something teasingly, which immediately made everyone around him laugh, but 1740, who was their partner to mock him, just shrugged his shoulders and smiled indifferently
Since he first met this oriental female rich man on TV and made his true thoughts public, whenever everyone talked about this female rich man again, he would become the target of everyone's jokes.
After dinner, the homeless vagabonds went back to their rooms to rest, while 1740 was pulled into the car by the shelter staff. It seemed that there would be another wonderful nightlife waiting for him tonight.
The car drove into central London, and Mike pointed to a British nightclub next to the street that opened a few days ago, and smiled and seduced: Wait, as long as you can kill the other party, the gate of the "British Nightclub" will be open to you tonight!
You should be very clear about my boxing principles, so please don't make similar requests in the future
1740 glanced at the British man next to him who made money by himself and said coldly: In addition, the "British Nightclub" you just mentioned looks really good, so I hope to spend this wonderful night there after punching. Is there any problem?
Question, no, no, of course there will be no problems!
Hearing that the other party refused his request again, Mike's face suddenly showed a very unhappy look, and muttered as if he was talking to himself, then stepped on the accelerator and flashed the taillight toward the Blood Castle Member Club.
Although he was very dissatisfied with the oriental man in front of him rejecting him again, the other party allowed him to quickly complete the huge transformation from a British ordinary ZF civil servant to a wealthy man in just a few months.
Therefore, he usually only says YES instead of NO.
The car slowly slowed down when it entered the wealthy London area. After being authenticated by the doorman, it drove directly into a 78-story Gemini Building underground parking lot, Blood Castle. This internal membership club, which is only open to internal members, is located underground in this skyscraper.
Slowly driving past various luxury cars parked on both sides of the parking lot, Mike controlled the car to the end of the underground parking lot, and two little hooligans with colorful hair dyed up to open the car door for them, and respectfully led the two of them through a side door next to them into this club that belongs only to the rich.
Dear Masked Man, it is a very pleasant thing to be able to see you in the Blood Castle again!
As soon as the group walked into the club through the back door, a fat man with horizontal development immediately came up. The heavyweight figure's fat body trembled when walking, making him look like a huge mountain of meat moving slowly.
Mr. Wallace, I'm glad to see you again here
Looking at the mountain of meat that was rushing towards him with open hands, there was no way to refuse the enthusiastic 1740 to the party, so he had to open his hands and have a close contact with the other party at a distance.
Looking at the other person's fat face, 1740 whispered in the other person's ear in a jokey tone: Dear Mr. Wallace, your weight is just like the wealth you have, and the growth rate is amazing!
As long as you can agree and no longer insist on the principle of damn it, let alone a brighter smile, even if I have to go for liposuction and plastic surgery, there will be no problem.
This Mr. Wallace did not show any displeasure because the other party used his body to joke about it, which made 1740's mind flash into his mind: A knife hidden in his smile!
I don't like killing people!
Chen Qing replied calmly, then turned to look at Hua Laishi next to him and asked: Who is the opponent this time?
Seeing that the other party still adhered to the so-called principle of not killing, Wallace, who had been mentally prepared in advance, had to shruggle helplessly and not force it, and handed a look to the private secretary next to him.
Your opponent this time is the "butcher" from Norway. The opponent won all 28 times when he appeared, twenty-one of which killed the opponent directly, and the other two survivors who were not killed on the spot were also beaten to varying degrees of serious disability.
The secretary took out a miniature handheld computer from the briefcase that stored the opponent's known information, and then explained carefully: "Butcher" is tall and strong, and can hit hard alone on average an astonishing thousand pounds. His super strong ability to resist hits is also famous. Attacks of less than 500 pounds will basically not cause serious damage to him...
I have a rough understanding of the opponent's relevant information. 1740 has probably gained a clear understanding of the butcher's strength in my heart. Although the other party is indeed very powerful in the eyes of ordinary people, there is still a significant gap compared to myself.
What are the odds now?
Now the odds for the inner market are 2:1, while the odds for the outer market are 25:1
Speaking of this, the beautiful British secretary showed a mèi expression on his face
Take the opportunity to flatter him: It seems that these gamblers are quite confident in the strength of you, a masked man.
This is not surprising, after all, smart people in this world account for the majority
1740 showed a smile on his face, and he stretched out his two fingers confidently, made a gesture of victory in the air, and then walked into the locker room with Mike next to him.
Change your clothes and boxing gloves, 1740 sits alone in the luxurious dressing room, quietly waiting for the start of the boxing match, while Mike takes advantage of the last chance to run to the betting point before the opening, and puts a heavy bet of 100,000 pounds on the masked man.
But when he finished pressing the bet and wanted to go back to the locker room to cheer up 1740, he was stopped by two personal bodyguards of Wallace.
Dear Masked Man, if you can lose to the "butcher" tonight, then I will bear all the expensive expenses for the private detective in the future. What do you think?
In the locker room, Wallace, who had just tried to convince the other party to kill his opponent, hugged the other party's shoulder and used the method of paying the other party to find all the costs required to find lost memories to lure this masked man in the boxing world to fight fake boxing.
Why? Did you have a bet like you that is so big that even a British rich man can’t afford to pay, and it pours into the foreign market and presses on me?
I have been in the black market boxing industry for so long. 1740 is no longer a rookie who doesn't know anything. Naturally, I understand that a guy like Wallace, who uses interests as the standard for measuring some things, was just encouraging himself to kill his opponent, but now he is letting himself fight fake punches. There is only one possibility for this 180-degree change in attitude, that is, a bet that Wallace can't stand in the market.
Wallace nodded slightly, giving Chen Qing a positive answer, and then asked again: This does not violate your damn principle. I need a positive answer now, YES or NO?
YES!
Looking at the London gangster in front of him, thinking about the serious consequences that he might have caused to refuse the party, 1740 thought for a moment and finally nodded, giving the other party a very affirmative reply.
It’s really a pleasant thing to work with smart people!
Hearing that the other party agreed to fight against fake punches, Wallace finally breathed a sigh of relief, because the bets that suddenly appeared on the foreign market this time were so large that even a gangster giant owl like him could not afford the huge amount of compensation, so he would never allow any accidents.
If the oriental man in front of him refused to fight fake punches and deliberately lost this boxing match, then he would have no choice but to use some special means to actively break the money tree that can bring huge benefits to him.
Not long after, when 1740, with a thin-skinned mask on his head, stood in the boxing ring to face the Norwegian man who was two meters tall and strong like an upright polar bear, he couldn't help but regret his hasty decision just now.
After all, in front of such a difficult opponent, not only should one ensure that one's body is intact so that one will not cause serious injury, but also to lose in a very gorgeous manner without revealing any flaws. This is not a very easy thing to do.
Masked man, I feel the slowness in your heart at this moment. Do you want to fight a fake punch?
At this time, the butcher, as Chen Qing's opponent, showed a hint of unhappiness on his face, because he did not feel the suffocating sign and oppression on the other party. This made him feel the sixth sense of sensitivity that he had as a strong man. He immediately realized that the other party had not defeated his strong desire to fight, and a look of disappointment appeared on his face.
As a warrior, he learned fighting skills from a famous Norwegian fighting master since he was a child, and successfully knocked down his master in the boxing ring at the age of fifteen, becoming the star of hope in the Norwegian fighting world
But soon, he found that he lost interest in the exercise of free fighting, which was bound by various regulations, and began to linger in the bar, and nightclubs used alcohol to numb himself.
At this moment, his teacher brought him to the UK to enjoy an underground boxing match. At that time, a guy named Masked Man on the field immediately attracted all his attention. The opponent's sensitive body movements and lightning-like movements immediately shocked him and regarded defeating the Masked Man as his new goal.
In order to be able to fight this unbeaten golden boxer and have a fair contest in the ring, he will basically kill his opponent mercilessly in every game according to the requirements of his agent. After winning 28 consecutive games, he finally got the opportunity to compete with the opponent.
But now, he felt that the other party did not use all his strength to fight him. While disappointed, he could not help but despise the other party's personality in his heart.
Sometimes life has to face a lot of helplessness
Facing the butcher's contemptuous eyes, the muscles on the face covered under the leather goods were just moved slightly. For him, boxing is not the whole of life. If it weren't for regaining his lost memories and paying the expensive expenses of private detectives, he would definitely not stand in the ring and earn a lot of money for Wallace's fat pig with his fists.
In order to get this opportunity to compete with you in the ring, I have killed twenty-one people against my will.
The butcher stared at his opponent in front of him and said word by word: So, I will not show mercy because of your cowardice. Today, between the two of us, only one person can walk down this ring alive.
As the butcher said, suddenly raised his right hand high and made an action in the air, indicating that he wanted to fight with the other party forever, which immediately attracted the rich people who came to seek excitement in the field to scream like a bull in heat.
Unexpectedly, the other party would ask for a life-and-death battle. 1740 couldn't help but turn his head and look at Wallace by the boxing ring. Seeing that the other party was shaking his head hard, it was obviously ordering him to immediately refuse the request.
A black-haired and dark-eyed oriental man sat on a hillside, watching the setting sun slowly in the west, near a shelter funded by the British ZF department in the suburbs of London.
The final result is still another disappointment, because all his memories have been lost in the terrorist attack that shocked the world in London six months ago
Now he just vaguely remembers one thing. He must have had a lot of money and women before. During the treatment in the hospital, the British intelligence department specially invited several experts from the United States to perform multiple facial recovery surgeries for him.
Although the other party finally regained his facial appearance and withdrew all the experts and agents in disappointment, this kind of treatment that ordinary people would never enjoy made him sure that he would never be an ordinary person
However, the memories buried deep in his heart are like extremely conservative Arab girls, always covering their faces with a black veil, making it impossible for you to see clearly what kind of face is hidden behind this veil
1740, it’s time to eat!
At this time, a wireless paging device installed on his waist belt rang. The familiar voice of the shelter staff member Mike woke him from his deep thoughts, which made him realize that it was time to enjoy dinner now.
As usual, the dinner in front of him was still potatoes, roast beef and vegetable salad, something he had eaten for a whole few months, but fortunately the British aunt in the kitchen was really good, which made him miraculously not tired of these same foods
At this time, a British homeless man next to him suddenly pointed to the TV placed in the corner and shouted excitedly, saying: Look, my dream lover, which Oriental beauty, Aileen, has come to the UK again!
The oriental man numbered 1740, heard this, and could not help but shift his attention from the food in front of him to the TV, staring at the richest woman in the world on the TV screen.
I don't know why, from the moment I saw this Chinese female rich man on TV for the first time, the richest man in the world gave him a very familiar feeling, as if he had some very close relationship with the other party.
1740, your wife is coming to the UK to find you again. Don’t you want to see her?
Another British man next to him said something teasingly, which immediately made everyone around him laugh, but 1740, who was their partner to mock him, just shrugged his shoulders and smiled indifferently
Since he first met this oriental female rich man on TV and made his true thoughts public, whenever everyone talked about this female rich man again, he would become the target of everyone's jokes.
After dinner, the homeless vagabonds went back to their rooms to rest, while 1740 was pulled into the car by the shelter staff. It seemed that there would be another wonderful nightlife waiting for him tonight.
The car drove into central London, and Mike pointed to a British nightclub next to the street that opened a few days ago, and smiled and seduced: Wait, as long as you can kill the other party, the gate of the "British Nightclub" will be open to you tonight!
You should be very clear about my boxing principles, so please don't make similar requests in the future
1740 glanced at the British man next to him who made money by himself and said coldly: In addition, the "British Nightclub" you just mentioned looks really good, so I hope to spend this wonderful night there after punching. Is there any problem?
Question, no, no, of course there will be no problems!
Hearing that the other party refused his request again, Mike's face suddenly showed a very unhappy look, and muttered as if he was talking to himself, then stepped on the accelerator and flashed the taillight toward the Blood Castle Member Club.
Although he was very dissatisfied with the oriental man in front of him rejecting him again, the other party allowed him to quickly complete the huge transformation from a British ordinary ZF civil servant to a wealthy man in just a few months.
Therefore, he usually only says YES instead of NO.
The car slowly slowed down when it entered the wealthy London area. After being authenticated by the doorman, it drove directly into a 78-story Gemini Building underground parking lot, Blood Castle. This internal membership club, which is only open to internal members, is located underground in this skyscraper.
Slowly driving past various luxury cars parked on both sides of the parking lot, Mike controlled the car to the end of the underground parking lot, and two little hooligans with colorful hair dyed up to open the car door for them, and respectfully led the two of them through a side door next to them into this club that belongs only to the rich.
Dear Masked Man, it is a very pleasant thing to be able to see you in the Blood Castle again!
As soon as the group walked into the club through the back door, a fat man with horizontal development immediately came up. The heavyweight figure's fat body trembled when walking, making him look like a huge mountain of meat moving slowly.
Mr. Wallace, I'm glad to see you again here
Looking at the mountain of meat that was rushing towards him with open hands, there was no way to refuse the enthusiastic 1740 to the party, so he had to open his hands and have a close contact with the other party at a distance.
Looking at the other person's fat face, 1740 whispered in the other person's ear in a jokey tone: Dear Mr. Wallace, your weight is just like the wealth you have, and the growth rate is amazing!
As long as you can agree and no longer insist on the principle of damn it, let alone a brighter smile, even if I have to go for liposuction and plastic surgery, there will be no problem.
This Mr. Wallace did not show any displeasure because the other party used his body to joke about it, which made 1740's mind flash into his mind: A knife hidden in his smile!
I don't like killing people!
Chen Qing replied calmly, then turned to look at Hua Laishi next to him and asked: Who is the opponent this time?
Seeing that the other party still adhered to the so-called principle of not killing, Wallace, who had been mentally prepared in advance, had to shruggle helplessly and not force it, and handed a look to the private secretary next to him.
Your opponent this time is the "butcher" from Norway. The opponent won all 28 times when he appeared, twenty-one of which killed the opponent directly, and the other two survivors who were not killed on the spot were also beaten to varying degrees of serious disability.
The secretary took out a miniature handheld computer from the briefcase that stored the opponent's known information, and then explained carefully: "Butcher" is tall and strong, and can hit hard alone on average an astonishing thousand pounds. His super strong ability to resist hits is also famous. Attacks of less than 500 pounds will basically not cause serious damage to him...
I have a rough understanding of the opponent's relevant information. 1740 has probably gained a clear understanding of the butcher's strength in my heart. Although the other party is indeed very powerful in the eyes of ordinary people, there is still a significant gap compared to myself.
What are the odds now?
Now the odds for the inner market are 2:1, while the odds for the outer market are 25:1
Speaking of this, the beautiful British secretary showed a mèi expression on his face
Take the opportunity to flatter him: It seems that these gamblers are quite confident in the strength of you, a masked man.
This is not surprising, after all, smart people in this world account for the majority
1740 showed a smile on his face, and he stretched out his two fingers confidently, made a gesture of victory in the air, and then walked into the locker room with Mike next to him.
Change your clothes and boxing gloves, 1740 sits alone in the luxurious dressing room, quietly waiting for the start of the boxing match, while Mike takes advantage of the last chance to run to the betting point before the opening, and puts a heavy bet of 100,000 pounds on the masked man.
But when he finished pressing the bet and wanted to go back to the locker room to cheer up 1740, he was stopped by two personal bodyguards of Wallace.
Dear Masked Man, if you can lose to the "butcher" tonight, then I will bear all the expensive expenses for the private detective in the future. What do you think?
In the locker room, Wallace, who had just tried to convince the other party to kill his opponent, hugged the other party's shoulder and used the method of paying the other party to find all the costs required to find lost memories to lure this masked man in the boxing world to fight fake boxing.
Why? Did you have a bet like you that is so big that even a British rich man can’t afford to pay, and it pours into the foreign market and presses on me?
I have been in the black market boxing industry for so long. 1740 is no longer a rookie who doesn't know anything. Naturally, I understand that a guy like Wallace, who uses interests as the standard for measuring some things, was just encouraging himself to kill his opponent, but now he is letting himself fight fake punches. There is only one possibility for this 180-degree change in attitude, that is, a bet that Wallace can't stand in the market.
Wallace nodded slightly, giving Chen Qing a positive answer, and then asked again: This does not violate your damn principle. I need a positive answer now, YES or NO?
YES!
Looking at the London gangster in front of him, thinking about the serious consequences that he might have caused to refuse the party, 1740 thought for a moment and finally nodded, giving the other party a very affirmative reply.
It’s really a pleasant thing to work with smart people!
Hearing that the other party agreed to fight against fake punches, Wallace finally breathed a sigh of relief, because the bets that suddenly appeared on the foreign market this time were so large that even a gangster giant owl like him could not afford the huge amount of compensation, so he would never allow any accidents.
If the oriental man in front of him refused to fight fake punches and deliberately lost this boxing match, then he would have no choice but to use some special means to actively break the money tree that can bring huge benefits to him.
Not long after, when 1740, with a thin-skinned mask on his head, stood in the boxing ring to face the Norwegian man who was two meters tall and strong like an upright polar bear, he couldn't help but regret his hasty decision just now.
After all, in front of such a difficult opponent, not only should one ensure that one's body is intact so that one will not cause serious injury, but also to lose in a very gorgeous manner without revealing any flaws. This is not a very easy thing to do.
Masked man, I feel the slowness in your heart at this moment. Do you want to fight a fake punch?
At this time, the butcher, as Chen Qing's opponent, showed a hint of unhappiness on his face, because he did not feel the suffocating sign and oppression on the other party. This made him feel the sixth sense of sensitivity that he had as a strong man. He immediately realized that the other party had not defeated his strong desire to fight, and a look of disappointment appeared on his face.
As a warrior, he learned fighting skills from a famous Norwegian fighting master since he was a child, and successfully knocked down his master in the boxing ring at the age of fifteen, becoming the star of hope in the Norwegian fighting world
But soon, he found that he lost interest in the exercise of free fighting, which was bound by various regulations, and began to linger in the bar, and nightclubs used alcohol to numb himself.
At this moment, his teacher brought him to the UK to enjoy an underground boxing match. At that time, a guy named Masked Man on the field immediately attracted all his attention. The opponent's sensitive body movements and lightning-like movements immediately shocked him and regarded defeating the Masked Man as his new goal.
In order to be able to fight this unbeaten golden boxer and have a fair contest in the ring, he will basically kill his opponent mercilessly in every game according to the requirements of his agent. After winning 28 consecutive games, he finally got the opportunity to compete with the opponent.
But now, he felt that the other party did not use all his strength to fight him. While disappointed, he could not help but despise the other party's personality in his heart.
Sometimes life has to face a lot of helplessness
Facing the butcher's contemptuous eyes, the muscles on the face covered under the leather goods were just moved slightly. For him, boxing is not the whole of life. If it weren't for regaining his lost memories and paying the expensive expenses of private detectives, he would definitely not stand in the ring and earn a lot of money for Wallace's fat pig with his fists.
In order to get this opportunity to compete with you in the ring, I have killed twenty-one people against my will.
The butcher stared at his opponent in front of him and said word by word: So, I will not show mercy because of your cowardice. Today, between the two of us, only one person can walk down this ring alive.
As the butcher said, suddenly raised his right hand high and made an action in the air, indicating that he wanted to fight with the other party forever, which immediately attracted the rich people who came to seek excitement in the field to scream like a bull in heat.
Unexpectedly, the other party would ask for a life-and-death battle. 1740 couldn't help but turn his head and look at Wallace by the boxing ring. Seeing that the other party was shaking his head hard, it was obviously ordering him to immediately refuse the request.
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