Rebirth of the fighting nation's rich second generation

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It has to be said that Vladimir's act of lighting cigarettes with US dollars made Rikilenko and the rich second generations feel quite domineering and chic.

When he first sat down at the bar at night, Rikirenko, the big smoker, couldn't help but lit a hundred-dollar bill to light his own cigar.

The lights in the bar were quite dim, and when the poor hundred-dollar bill was blazing, it immediately attracted the attention of many guests in the bar.

However, Rikilenko's action also caused quite unnecessary trouble. After he took a deep breath, only four or five white men surrounded him.These white men were all wearing tight vests, and they had lumps of lumpy flesh on their bodies.

Their faces were menacing, and there was a very unfriendly look in their eyes.

One of the guys had the flag of the United States printed on his chest, so there was no doubt that these guys were from the United States.

After an afternoon full of gunpowder-like negotiations, Vladimir did not have any good feelings for the Americans and the Middle Easterners.

"Hey, buddy, did you use dollars to light cigarettes just now?" The leading guy was also very burly, and his tone of voice made people sound very uncomfortable.

Rikilenko didn't look at these guys straight at all, but just vented his anger, "It's me, what's wrong?"

The other party said displeasedly, "Which country are you from?"

"Maoziguo." Rikirenko took another puff of the pure-flavored cigar lightly, and then flicked it lightly. The ash directly hit the lap of the leader American.

"You're looking for death." The Americans didn't expect these Maozi people to be so arrogant that they dared to flick soot on themselves.

In anger, the impatient American beat Rikilenko with his fists.

As a child of a fighting nation, Rikilenko is naturally not afraid of the Americans, and he also has bodyguards at the scene, but these bodyguards are still a few booths away from them, and he can only go first by himself right now.

Vladimir saw Rikirenko fighting with the Americans. In an instant, he only felt that the blood in his whole body became extremely boiling as if being ignited, and his passion immediately revived while boiling.

As soon as he got up, he waved his fist and punched the guy closest to him.

That guy was also about to beat Vladimir, and the fists of the two collided fiercely.

Although Vladimir is taller than this guy, this guy is obviously a lot stronger than him, and the veins on his neck are all protruding.

After several rounds, Vladimir felt a little powerless. If he hadn't been quite agile, he would have been beaten into a bear.

And when their bodyguards saw the young master fighting with someone in the bar, they immediately got up from the booth and ran over.

When Vasily found the young master Vladimir, he was already at a disadvantage.

Vladimir also found Vasily on the side. When he was about to let Vasily, a special soldier, beat up the bastard, unexpectedly, a system voice sounded in his head.

"Please ask the host to accept the task, and fight with the Americans without the help of others. After completing the task, fighting skills +20, physical fitness +20."

"+20 fighting skills and physical fitness?" You have to know that in the two days since I have used the system, I have basically given reward values ​​at what time. So many rewards.

No wonder this system is so called the Super Fighting Nation System. It turns out that it is the consequence of these things that can stimulate male hormones.

Vladimir instantly became extremely excited as if he had been injected with chicken blood.

"Vassily, go aside, I want to talk to him one-on-one."

Vasily was about to make a move, but when he heard such a sentence out of the blue, frightened by the young master's authority, he had no choice but to give up resentfully.

Maybe the opponent sensed that someone was about to sneak attack, or maybe it was due to lack of physical strength. When the opponent was not paying attention, Vladimir raised his knee fiercely and hit the guy's abdomen. He fell to the ground in pain.

In an instant, a sense of accomplishment rose from the bottom of Vladimir's heart.

Vladimir felt that his burning blood even began to have a faint feeling of frying pan.

However, at this moment, he only felt a black figure jump in front of him, and then his head was hit by an unusually hard object.

Vladimir only felt a muffled sound in his head, as if he had fallen to the bottom of the valley, and then his body became a little shaky, and he even only said half of the "fuck..." before his body fell straight down .

Seeing this, Vasily and Victor immediately joined the battle.

When Vladimir woke up, he found himself lying in the hospital.

"It's over?" Looking at Vasily and Victor, Vladimir asked immediately.

Vasily and Victor looked terrified. They didn't protect the young master when they went out this time. They will definitely be cleaned up by the boss after they go back. If they lose this job...

Vasily and Victor couldn't believe what they would do if they lost this job. After all, the annual salary of 50 US dollars a year was enough for their entire family to live a prosperous life.

In Maoziguo, there are not a few retired special forces like them, but there are only a few who are as lucky as them.

"It's over." Vasily frowned.

"Shet, lost?" Seeing Vasily and Victor's mournful faces, Vladimilton felt bad.

"Win." Victor scratched his head.

"Shet, what are you doing with such a sad face after you win? What a disappointment." Although Vladimir still felt a sharp pain in his head.

"It's not easy to do business when you go back, young master." Vasili said bitterly.

"What's the matter, it has nothing to do with you, help me up, Shet, where are Rikilenko's bastards?"

"They went back long ago."

Vladimir looked indifferent, "It doesn't matter, it's fine if you win, and those Americans have to beat them up." After finishing speaking, Vladimir directly took out a few dollars from his wallet, Throw it to the bodyguard.

He didn't care that his personal bodyguards couldn't communicate after returning home, but Vladimir really cared about the rewards given by the system. He really wanted to complete this task, but he was beaten halfway and fainted, and he didn't know how the system judged it.

Turning on the system with his mind, he couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief when he saw that his physical fitness and fighting skills had increased in reward points.

Vladimir thought to himself, "If there are more f---ing things added, it will definitely be no problem to clean up two or three by myself."

The next morning, when Vladimir met his father Maxim, the old man still found that someone had opened his head.

"What's the matter? Vladimir." Maxim's expression changed immediately.