Dragon Master

Thompson and Colletti were sitting together and watching the sparring match on the stage. It was a fight between a white boxer and a black boxer.

Both of them did not wear gloves and protective gear. In the international underground boxing tournament, they wouldn’t wear gloves and protective gear or anything like that.

None of the boxers cared about their lives. Once they fought in the ring, the game would end only when they killed their opponent.

Few losers in the match could alive. Even if they managed to survive, they had to spend the rest of their lives lying on bed.

The two on the stage were fighting fiercely, and many wild card boxers were watching and cheering around. The training match was full of enthusiasm. The two on the stage fisted to the flesh, and both of them had already splashed blood.

Connor looked at the situation on the stage, and his face turned slightly white. He bowed and walked to Colletti and Thompson, and said with a smile,

“I want to go to the city center to buy something."

"Purchase something? Are you serious? We will be very willing to agree, but if you want to tell lies, then don't blame us for being impolite. You might be a sparring partner in the next training game." Colletti said with a smirk.

Although Colletti was smiling, Connor's sweat hairs all over his body stood upright in shock.

Connor didn’t feel that Colletti was scamming himself, because before Connor made excuses to leave, Colletti did not say anything.

Connor thought he could muddle through this time too, but something went wrong.

Do they monitor

his brain was getting hot and smoking, but he still couldn't come up with a

really is

Connor and said, "Colletti, look, what

don't need to be nervous. We are friends. Doesn't our friendship last forever? You can go out if you want, you are free." Colletti raised his eyebrows as if he was making

popped out of his throat. The feeling of being teased

with Colletti. Then he turned around and walked towards

why are you speaking for him? Just now it was clearly monitored that Maximilian called him. This bastard

Maximilian's blood for testing and see what kind of genes the person who can defeat the genetically modified men has. And perhaps we will be able

shook his head, "Then get his blood in the ring. We can

possible that the blood of both sides may be mixed together. Or perhaps there are other accidents. We need to seize every opportunity to get as many test samples as possible, I do not want

anyway. Tell us about your arrangement." Colletti shrugged and

out his phone, opened the monitoring software, and looked at it, "Connor's car and body are equipped with trackers, so he can't escape. Those few Kung Fu masters found in Chinatown can come in handy. I hope they can

yellow-skinned monkeys? I doubt if they can collect blood with a test

for fighting, and the technical work like collecting blood

frowned and wanted to refute Thompson's words, but finally he held his

Thompson was his superior. Colletti was not sure he could overturn Thompson

going to get

I can't wait to get out of this hellhole. Maybe we can fly back tomorrow to have some fun after we

should we change our clothes? Or Connor will