I’m In Charge of SCP

Zhang Jue was gearing up, his eyes were full of excitement, as if he wanted to fight someone a long time ago.

Stevenson said in surprise, Consultant Zhang, you—

Zhang Jue waved his hand impatiently: What are you, just stand aside.

All right.

Stevenson sighed.

In terms of rank, Zhang Jue is his boss. Since Zhang Jue wants to fight, he can't stop him.

He didn't know what this consultant Zhang wanted, did he really want to fight this big guy?

No matter how you look at it, it is an egg hitting a stone.

Although Zhang Jue said that he is very good at fighting, fighting is completely different from boxing.

These top players who fight black boxing also receive professional training, even compared to some professional players.

And they don't have any professional ethics at all, and they can use any dirty tricks.

The most important thing is that the opponent is several laps older than Zhang Jue, which cannot be compensated by technology.

Maybe Zhang Jue tried his best to hit the opponent more than a dozen times without breaking the defense, but the opponent can end his life with just one punch.

But Zhang Jue was eager to try, and he didn't pay attention to the big man at all.

Unbeknownst to Stevenson, Zhang Jue's physique has already far surpassed that of normal humans after tempering the 682 ability.

Although he still looks like the thin skeleton of an oriental, his explosive power is already terrifying.

Knocking down a tree with one punch is no problem.

As for how far he can do it, he himself doesn't know.

So Zhang Jue had long wanted to find someone to test his current state.

Compared with the punks who are very weak in fighting ability, the big man in front of him is a better experimental subject.

So Zhang Jue is like a hungry wolf that finally saw its prey, and the big man is a woman with all her clothes off.

Ravaged the other side|ruthlessly.

Seeing the strange look in Zhang Jue's eyes, Stevenson could only back away.

Consultant Zhang, then be careful.

Zhang Jue didn't take it seriously: Be careful, it should be him.

Hearing Zhang Jue's words, the boss suddenly laughed, pointed at the big man and said, Do you know who he is? He was taught by the same coach as Hudson. He won 47 consecutive boxing matches here. You have not lost yet! Just because you still want to defeat him? Young man, do you think you are Fang Tianlong?

Zhang Jue tilted his head: Don't say it, after you reminded me like this, I just remembered that in terms of seniority, I should be Fang Tianlong's junior.

Zhang Jue's tone was frivolous, not to mention the boss, even Stevenson didn't believe it, and thought he was talking nonsense again.

When it comes to lip service, few people are Zhang Jue's opponents.

The boss didn't talk to him, and said with a sneer, I don't care whose younger brother you are, I will let you come and go today—Spencer, don't hold back, just beat me to death.

yes!

The big man's voice sounded like a bell, he raised his foot forward and was about to attack Zhang Jue.

Wait a minute, wait a moment. Zhang Jue quickly waved his hand, Since this is a place where black boxing is fought, we must abide by the rules. How can we not get a lottery before the fight begins?

The boss sneered and said, Have you ever seen someone who has a lottery with a dead person?

Zhang Jue said: I didn't even fight, how do you know that I will die, what if I win?

Judging by Zhang Jue's appearance, it seemed that he was really thinking about this matter seriously.

The boss suddenly felt that this arrogant-looking young man seemed interesting, but he didn't know if his life was hard enough.

Simply asked: What do you want to bet?

If I win, you will answer my questions and tell me where you have given Smith refuge.

Then you lost?

Then his life is yours.

Zhang Jue pointed to Stevenson who was standing aside.

...

Among the four present, except for Zhang Jue, the other three were stunned for a while.

Followed by a black question mark face.

The corner of Stevenson's mouth twitched a few times, wondering if he had heard it wrong.

You bet on each other, it's none of my business!

He really wanted to question Zhang Jue.

But his professionalism kept him vigilant and he did not move.

The boss was also shocked by Zhang Jue's remarks, and said, It's really shameless.

Okay, let's stop talking, since you all have no objection to this decision, let's start.

Stevenson was tempted to say that I disagreed.

He even wondered if Zhang Jue came here tonight to deliberately trick him.

However, the big guy named Spencer couldn't wait long ago.

He trains with Hudson, but Hudson can become the national champion, but he can only dominate the underground here.

It is impossible to say that there is no resentment.

But fortunately the boss gave enough money.

He could only vent all his grievances on his opponent.

Since his debut, forty-seven boxing matches have all ended with KO opponents.

The reason why he only played forty-seven games was because after that, few people dared to challenge him.

Spencer roared, and with the wind blowing under his feet, he punched Zhang Jue.

That huge fist was almost as big as Zhang Jue's head.

If Zhang Jue was hit head-on, even if he didn't die, he would probably have to lie on the bed in the future.

The boss had a good time and took a sip of his cigar.

He has seen too many similar scenes.

Stevenson swallowed. If he faced this boxing master himself, it would take less than three minutes for his whole body to be hammered to pieces.

But since Zhang Jue dared to fight, he should be prepared. After all, the advantage of his thin body is his flexibility. Even if he can't defeat the enemy, he can wait a while.

Just when they thought Zhang Jue would dodge this powerful punch, Zhang Jue made a move that surprised them both.

I saw that his knees were slightly bent, like a horse striding, and he gently punched forward, relaxed and freehand.

He wanted to fight Spencer.

Is he crazy?

Stevenson could almost see how things would turn out.

Zhang Jue's arm will definitely be shattered by the huge force.

The boss sneered.

Spencer felt insulted, his eyes widened, and he leaned forward.

If this punch hits, Zhang Jue will probably be shot.

The flow of time gradually slows down.

Under the gaze of several people.

The two fists slowly met.

No earthquakes, no tsunamis, no volcanic eruptions.

There are no special effects.

Two fists, one big and one small, slammed together like that.

Then time freezes.

One second, two seconds.

Zhang Jue and Spencer kept their respective movements.

Stevenson and the boss lean forward at the same time.

Wanted to see what the hell was going on.

Crack.

There was a faint sound of fracture in the ear.

The boss finally calmed down and took another puff of cigarette.

For a moment, he thought it was odd that Spencer would lose.

However, in the next second, his pupils gradually dilated, and the cigar fell from his hand.