Chapter Fresh Spicy Chicken Dong Wei

Strand Manor is a hundred kilometers away from downtown Johannesburg. After driving for a while, we finally arrived here.

The car finally stopped. Dong Wei walked out of the car and saw dozens of various pickup trucks parked here. The car was carrying teams of black men, carrying bullet links on their bodies. Not far away, there was a helicopter unloading downwards.

Dong Wei was shocked to see it and said, "You are so big!"

On the way he came, although he had guessed in his heart how big Zhao Yan would be this time, it now seemed to be bigger than he thought!

At this moment, a white old man with a mustache walked out of a grass-green military tent in front of him. He was wearing a prosthetic made of stainless steel strips. Although his movements were a bit inconvenient, he was holding a pipe in his mouth and was very imposing.

Old Adams walked out and said, "Bss, are you sending lambs to my wolves again?"

Zhao Yan laughed and walked out of the Toyota car, saying, "Old Adams, you've read it wrong again! This friend of mine is a real powerful character. After professional training, if he really fights, he still doesn't know who the wolf is!"

Old Adams smiled, "What you call professional training is to shoot targets and hit wine bottles? No matter how accurate that one is, it is useless!"

At this moment, many strong mercenaries had already surrounded him. When Old Adams said this, everyone laughed.

Dong Wei also understood English. He knew that it would be difficult for these mercenaries to win respect without taking any means.

He walked out of Zhao Yan and said in English, "Old Adams? I heard Zhao Yan tell me! He said that your strong men are everywhere, and I just happened to be a little itchy today. You send out the strongest men in your hands! Do you dare to play?"

Old Adams was a little surprised. Unexpectedly, Dong Wei dared to take the initiative to challenge and sent his strongest man to himself!

After thinking for a while, Old Adams felt that it could not be too ugly for Zhao Yan's face, and turned around and said, "Vincent, Roddy, and the number team, you all come out!"

There were six people pointed out by Old Adams, including black and white.

The most powerful of them are the black Roddy and the white Vincent.

The black Roddy looked very tall, like a bull, and it was very difficult to knock it down; while the white Vincent had a short yellow beard on his face and fierce eyes, and was an underground boxer before he became a mercenary!

Among the six people, these two are the strongest. If Dong Wei chooses the other four, he is likely to win.

"Okay, my friend! These six people are the strongest under my command. You can choose one of your opponents!" Old Adams said in his heart: BSS, I have already given you face, it depends on him choosing it himself! If he chooses Vincent and Roddy, he can only say that he is not lucky!

Dong Wei glanced at these six people. From his experience, he could see the strength of the six people at a glance.

But if you defeat the other four people, you will not be respected by other mercenaries. Dong Wei's eyes finally focused on Vincent and Roddy!

Finally, Dong Wei chose Vincent.

After all, Roddy is too tall and strong, and it is very difficult and time-consuming to defeat him completely. Dong Wei not only wants to win the strongest in this game, but also wants to win beautiful things. Winning is simple and fast, then Vincent will be the best choice!

"It's you!" Dong Wei raised his hand and pointed at the blonde and white-haired Vincent.

Old Adams didn't expect Dong Wei to choose Vincent. He shrugged at Zhao Yan helplessly, "BSS, he chose it himself!"

Zhao Yan smiled and turned to Dong Wei, "Get gentler, Vincent is my good soldier."

Zhao Yan's words were deliberately said in English. This statement made all the mercenaries around him feel uproar, and everyone was stunned. Unexpectedly, Zhao Yan is so optimistic about Dong Wei, who is not very tall.

Vincent's eyes shot out a tiger-like light, and he was quite unhappy, and wanted to show it well in front of the boss and change his opinion.

"Then let's start."

Everyone quickly gave up a piece of area, and there was no protection, just a piece of dry and hard African clay.

Vincent took off his camouflage uniform. He was wearing loose gray American tactical military trousers under him, and a tight white vest on the upper body, revealing his very explosive upper body muscles. He posed for a boxing posture and waved to Dong Wei.

Dong Wei also took off his suit. He was wearing a pickled short-sleeved military sweatshirt and grass-green Chinese military pants on the lower body. You can see that Dong Wei's body is also rich in muscles.

When the two men stood in the field, the surrounding mercenaries began to pay out dollars.

"Dollars, I bet Vincent to win!"

"I bet this little chick from China!"

"Oh, Tom, you will lose so much that you can't even keep your pants!"

"Then I will bet on you with the dollar with my pants!"

"Haha, your pants are really valuable, but aren't you afraid of losing and showing off your super small mortar?"

Tom immediately scolded with anger, "I am a mortar, are you a howitzer? Are you that big? Why don't you take it out and compare it!"

Everyone around them laughed out loud. These two bets were white. If you want to say that a certain part is big, how could there be the black people next to you?

Just as these people laughed and scolded, the one-on-one challenge between Dong Wei and Vincent had begun.

Vincent was more aggressive and wanted to show his feelings in front of the boss. His fists covered with golden yellow hair were whistling and swaying back and forth in front of Dong Wei's eyes. The fist wind was very fierce. If he was punched, he would bleeding from his mouth and nose.

"It turns out that he is a master. It seems that he can only attack him and get off the plate!"

Dong Wei also started to move. His steps were unsure. He shook his fists left and right, bounced back and forth. He easily avoided several punches Vincent's shots.

"Little Chicken, have you become a little frog again now?" Vincent said with a sarcastic look on his face.

"Is that true?" Dong Wei disagreed and continued to swing slightly to avoid Vincent's heavy punch.

Vincent punched several times but failed to hit Dong Wei. He had to change his strategy, protect his face with both fists, and circled around Dong Wei, looking for opportunities.

However, just in the blink of an eye, Dong Wei's center of gravity suddenly lowered, pressed against the ground, and swept out one leg suddenly!

"Sweep the legs!"

Dong Wei could see at a glance that although Vincent's upper body was strong, his lower plate was unstable, so he found an opportunity to launch a surprise attack, and directly staggered Vincent and fell to the ground.

Vincent's movements were also very fast, and his body landed on the ground, so he quickly stood up. He did not think he had failed.
Chapter completed!