Under the spirit of Kangba's inheritance and the twenty-year battle agreement, the battle between Kangba and Zhukov will be carried out in a fighting manner.

Zhukov, the leader of Zhukov training camp, was once a member of Kangba, but in the end he chose to set up Zhukov training camp, which was completely opposite to Kangba.

Many years have passed, and it is impossible to verify why Zhukov chose to betray. That was half a century ago, and even if he could verify it, it would lose its meaning. A person in his seventies, a person who doesn't know how to live a young age, has no time to turn the tables fifty years ago, whether it is his or her problem, it is still a problem of Kangba.

Three days later, Zhukov walked into Kangba with the brutal Marcus and the killer from the famous training camp.

To be precise, it was not about leaving. For Zhukov, he was carried up by four people. Marcus was the only one who actually participated in the war, and the other four people carried him up and down the mountain.

In the Yangchang Mountain Road, the sniper let go and then continued to guard.

In the Kangba Valley, Li Xian and his men were waiting there. Each of them had an extremely solemn expression, ready to fight to the death.

Zhukov fell to the ground with his feet, glanced at Li Xian and others, and smiled and said, "It's been twenty years, we're here to fight on time."

There is a flat open space between the two sides, more than 30 meters apart from each other. This open space is where both sides fight desperately, it is very simple, without any unnecessary cumbersomeness.

"Then let's start." Li Xian stared at Zhukov.

"Of course, you are ready, and I am ready, and you can fight at any time. But before the battle, I would like to ask, is the agreement twenty years ago still counted? Is there any change in unilateral opinions? Haha." Zhukov raised his trembling right hand and stared at Li Xian and said, "Even if there is any change, it doesn't matter. I will continue to follow the previous agreement."

Zhukov's face was full of confidence, and he was not afraid of Kangba's return at all. Because Kangba was pedantic from beginning to end, never knowing to adapt, never knowing to change. They only knew to use the so-called bullshit spirit and inheritance, inheritance from generation to generation, to blind their hearts.

In this world, any so-called inheritance spirit is not worthy. Because the world is changing, people have to change accordingly. If people's changes cannot keep up with the changes in the world, it means that the person will eventually be eliminated.

"No change." Li Xian stared at Zhukov and said: "If we lose three games in five games, then we will withdraw from here and wander for twenty years!"

This was an agreement twenty years ago. If Kangba loses, they will have to give it to Zhukov. Twenty years later, they will fight to compete for this ancestral land belonging to Kangba.

"Very good, I have nothing to do with it." Zhukov smiled, and the wrinkles on his face seemed to fade from this smile.

Wandering for twenty years? How could he let Kangba’s people wander for twenty years? As long as Kangba’s people go out, death will be welcomed. Zhukov will not wait for the next twenty years, because he can’t wait or see it.

The problem now is victory, and victory is almost a foregone conclusion.

"Then let's start!" Li Xian's eyes began to show a hot fighting light.

"Let's start." Zhukov nodded with a smile and waved to Marcus beside him.

It's that simple, without pomp, without audience, and without cumbersome rhetoric. Because this is a real life-long fight, and life-long fight can be carried out in any situation or occasion.

It is not easy to have an agreed time and place.

"Mr. Zhukov," Marcus said to Zhukov. "I have to tell you something, one dollar is missing in my account! In other words, you paid me one dollar less!"

"Oh, is that? After the fight, I will pay you ten thousand times." Zhukov said.

"The meaning is different. I just need to pay me one dollar less!" Marcus looked at Zhukov's eyes and said, "Do you know what you can buy for one dollar? In Africa, you can buy one hundred candies for one dollar, one kilogram of wheat bread, and you can buy..."

"But I don't have money, I don't have a penny!" Zhukov's anger came up.

He had transferred all the money he wanted to into his account as Marcus asked. One US dollar was missing? One US dollar was missing? What was one US dollar? Compared with one US dollar, one is nothing. People with one US dollar were not willing to bend down to pick up one US dollar!

"You're going to give me one dollar!" Marcus was extremely persistent.

Zhukov wanted to kill Marcus with one shot. When the battle was about to be fought, this guy couldn't get along with him because of a dollar!

As if he felt Zhukov's anger, and as if he was afraid that the money he had obtained would fly away, Marcus shrugged and no longer cared about the one less dollar the other party paid him.

To be honest, Zhukov never knew that he owed Marcus a dollar. All transfers were integers, and that was impossible to happen. But Marcus said he owed it, that was owed!

The people who watched this scene were confused. However, they had to face the cruel Marcus, who was known as the king of fighting, no matter what the relationship between Marcus and Zhukov was.

"I am Marcus. Many people like to call me cruel, but I don't like this name." Marcus, who walked to the center of the venue, nodded at the Kangba people in front of him, and said, "I respect the true warrior who defends the dignity of warriors by death, so I will make you die very happily and will never endure any pain for you. This is the only thing I can express, and it is my sincerity."

Marcus, who was standing on the field, was not very straight, and the clothes he wore were not the most suitable for fighting. On the contrary, the clothes he wore were casual, with a little arched waist, and his body did not look very strong.

But even so, no one dared to underestimate him. Because everyone knew what kind of terrifying power contained in Marcus's body was completely inconsistent with the body.

Staring at the enemy who once punched his father, Li Xian's eyes did not arouse hatred, but was calm and vigilant.

"By the way," Marcus looked at Lee Hsien and said to him: "Your father is very good. I admire him very much. Because he taught me something, I will finish five games in one go. As for the rest of the training camp, it's all right, they're just born for killing and are not worthy."

Li Xian narrowed his eyes slightly, and he felt that cruelty seemed to be no longer the cruelty he used to be.

"I'll have the first game." A honest man walked out and walked to the cruel face.

The man was wearing coarse cloth and farmer clothes, and even had soil on his shoes, which looked harmless.

But anyone who knows him will worship him.
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