Chapter 388 Seriously Injured
Through the narrow and cramped corridor, there is a fishy smell all around.
This clubhouse is not generally dilapidated. Along the way, it is full of rotten and moldy walls, and the roof is even leaking and dripping. Under the reflection of incandescent lamps around it, it seems to have a sense of horror movies.
They stopped in front of a small iron gate. The woman reached out and entered the password. The iron gate answered and opened. She pushed the door open and a strong light burst out.
Charlee Ford frowned slightly, looked up, and was slightly surprised by the splendid sight inside.
It looks so dilapidated outside, but there is a hole inside.
The two of them went in, and the woman said, "Mr. King, I brought someone."
"Hmm." There was a sound next to it, and then the sound of wheelchairs across the ground sounded.
Mr. King controlled the wheelchair and slowly came out from the side. His eyes stayed on Charlee Ford, and his usual smile appeared on his face: "Long time no see, Miss Long."
Charlee Ford looked at him with a blank face and stated, "So, you found out my identity."
Mr. Jin smiled noncommittal and looked up and said, "Miss Long won't think that I will look at the face of the Dragon family and let you go. Then Miss Long really thinks too much. In my Mr. Jin's place, there is only eternal interests. No matter what your status is, for me, interests are paramount."
What a good interest first.
Charlee Ford sneered and asked, "So, who do you want to fight with today?"
When Mr. Jin heard this, he took an appreciative look at Charlee Ford. "I like a frank person like Miss Long, and it is effortless to deal with her."
He said, picking up the remote control from the side and opening the screen next to him.
This time, the projection on the screen is a strong man, his biceps brachii is even bigger than Charlee Ford's head, and his face and body are criss-crossing scars, which look very frightening.
"This man is Allen. He is a retired special soldier who came back from the United States. He is best at fighting, powerful and very skillful." Mr. King said slowly.
"However, he also has shortcomings." Mr. Kim turned his head and looked at Charlee Ford with a smile. "It is precisely because of his great strength that he ignored the suppression of some tricks. Your speed and reaction ability have exploded him. If you can find his dead hole, it is still very easy to win."
"I see." Charlee Ford said with a blank face, holding out his hand with some impatience. "Where's the mask? Have you brought it?"
"Don't worry, it's already ready for you." When Mr. King finished, the woman next to him handed Charlee Ford a mask.
The mask was ugly, but Charlee Ford didn't abandon it at all and put it on.
The gladiator competition will begin soon.
This time, not in a huge cage, but in an open space as big as a football field. Because it is in the basement, the surrounding lights are brightly lit, and the white lights reflect the faces of the audience, reflecting their excited and somewhat deformed faces.
"Alan! Alan!"
"Allen will win!"
"Kill her! Kill her!"
They screamed with excitement, and even spit out with excitement, and kept calling Allen's name in their mouths.
Every face, in Charlee Ford's eyes, is so ugly.
She retracted her eyes in disgust and looked at her opponent in front of her.
Allen is really a big guy, a height of 1.9 meters, and his body is extremely strong. His body seems to be full of oily muscles, and he is glowing with oppressive color under the light.
Charlee Ford was expressionless, and there was no wave in the eyes of Allen's bloodthirsty killing.
At this moment, Allen suddenly moved, he like a rapid leopard, fierce toward her, that is, at this time, Charlee Ford quickly backed away from him.
After going back and forth in this way for several rounds, Allen didn't even touch Charlee Ford's hair.
He roared, the murderous intention in his eyes was even worse, obviously he lost patience, and his actions began to become more and more radical. Every punch and foot seemed to kill her.
Charlee Ford looked at his impatient expression and kept looking for the opportunity in the quick escape.
Just then, her eyes suddenly brightened, and when he attacked again, she did not avoid it, but kicked him down the lower abdomen.
Because he didn't hide, Allen's punch hit Charlee Ford, and she was hit by his fierce strength and almost flew out two meters away!
There was a deafening cheer from the audience, and their faces were red with excitement.
The host cheered on the stage: "Is Mr. Kim's rookie going to lose to Allen?"
On the Vip table, Mr. Jin's face was heavy, and the moustached man next to him threw out a beard. "Mr. Jin, I will accept the land in Lijingwan..."
Haven't finished his words, the field of Allen suddenly screamed pain, then, then fell to the ground convulsions.
"What happened?!" The moustached man jumped up from his seat in disbelief.
"Allen is down! What the hell is going on here?"
"Can Charles stand up again..."
The excited voice of the host resounded throughout the room.
Charlee Ford curled up and spit out a mouthful of blood.
It really hurts. Her internal organs seem to be held by people. As long as she moves gently, it hurts badly.
But she can't fall down, at least not here.
Charlee Ford took a deep breath, turned over, and slowly got up from the ground in the expectant eyes of all.
The horn of victory sounded, and she won again.
Back to the lounge from the stadium, Charlee Ford could no longer support it. He coughed up a big mouthful of blood fiercely holding the wall, fell down softly, and gasped slightly against the wall.
Mr. King came back from the court with the woman and saw her dying. He gave the woman a wink quickly.
The woman stepped forward and lifted Charlee Ford up.
"The injury is so serious, go and get her a doctor." Mr. King ordered.
After all, Charlee Ford is now his trump card, and he is counting on her to earn more money for himself. Naturally, he can't just let her get hurt.
"No," Charlee Ford said angrily, grabbing the woman's clothes. "I might as well ask another doctor to do it myself."
Since Mr. King investigated her, he naturally knew her concealed identity.
Mr. Kim just remembered that she was a master doctor.
When he heard this, he hesitated for a moment: "But here, there is no medical equipment."