827: Chapter 827: “The Last Refugee 827: Chapter 827: “The Last Refugee “It must be King Boxer Smith performing his pre-fight ritual!” Long Williams said.

“What ritual?” Alice asked with even more curiosity.

Long Williams replied indifferently, “Practicing boxing with live people…”

“How cruel, but I’m very curious, what would such a scene be like?

Cousin, can you take us to watch it?” Alice said coquettishly.

Although Alice was young, she was completely different from Chu Qingxue and Lu Wanqing.

When they heard about practicing boxing with live people, they were terrified and called it cruel.

But Alice, on the other hand, wanted to go watch it.

“Alright!

I’m also curious to see King Boxer Smith’s ritual!” Long Williams was also very intrigued.

Long Williams conveyed his idea to the staff at the boxing arena.

Although the staff found it difficult, they could only agree, given Long Williams’ special identity.

Although the arena was not in use, the surrounding space was large.

The staff led Ye Chenfeng and others to the preparation room on the left side of the arena, a large room specifically reserved for King Boxer Smith.

In the preparation room, they saw a large figure as tall as a small mountain.

Standing there, the oppressive aura was so intense that it made it hard to breathe.

King Boxer Smith was at least two meters tall, similar in size to Xi Dazhuang, with dark muscles exuding a dazzling shine.

His muscle lines looked like small snakes ready to burst out.

However, his massive build would only be suitable for a gigantic vehicle like the Paramount Marauder.

With his size, an ordinary car would feel like trying to fit an elephant into a vehicle.

“Wow!

He’s so tall!” Alice’s eyes were full of shock.

“Quickly!

Don’t dawdle!

Hurry up and move!”

With a series of angry shouts, a group of burly men drove a bunch of ragged refugees into the room.

These refugees were gaunt and emaciated, some barely able to walk, visibly starving, with some not having eaten for several days.

“Cousin, is King Boxer going to kill them?” Alice asked, covering her mouth.

“Mm!” Long Williams nodded.

Alice asked curiously, “These refugees are so weak, why doesn’t he find stronger people to practice boxing with?”

“Just keep watching and you’ll understand!” Long Williams replied.

A total of nine refugees stood there, and King Boxer Smith shook his head, his small braids swaying constantly as he looked at them like prey.

The floor was littered with black bread crumbs, something not even pets would go near.

But when the nine refugees saw the bread crumbs, their eyes lit up with hunger, and they rushed forward, fighting desperately for the scraps.

“Haha, good, this is exactly the effect I wanted!” Smith laughed loudly.

While there were some bread crumbs on the floor, the amount was pathetically small, not even enough for one person.

The nine refugees quickly divided it among themselves.

They then lay on the ground, looking expectantly at King Boxer Smith, resembling dogs.

Smith nodded in satisfaction, and with a wave of his hand, two people pushed out two food carts.

One was filled with food like roast chicken and roast goose.

The other carried a stack of paper money, totaling at least hundreds of thousands of Euros.

“Mmhm…”

With a tantalizing hum, two scantily clad blonde women walked in, stepping seductively, constantly throwing flirtatious glances at the nine refugees.

Seeing the food carts and the women, the refugees’ eyes nearly bulged out, and their drool almost formed a continuous line.

“Ahwooo…”

The nine refugees started howling, ready to rush forward and split the food, money, and women among themselves.

“Hold it!”

The mountain-like Smith blocked their way, causing them to hesitate and stop in their tracks.

“You can eat the food and drink, take the money, and even leave with the women!

But there’s one condition!” Smith stopped talking, leaving them in suspense.

The nine refugees looked at Smith seriously, eagerly awaiting his next words.

“You have to step over my body!

And I will provide you with weapons!”

As soon as Smith finished speaking, the sound of weapons hitting the ground echoed.

Knives and machetes appeared on the floor.

“Hey, come on, guys!

As long as you defeat me, the food and drink will satiate your hunger, the money will support you, and there are the hot French women waiting to spend a wonderful night with you!” Smith used words to incite their desire.

Controlled by their desires, the refugees’ eyes burned with intensity, a frightening sight!

Ye Chenfeng had seen such eyes before, in the desperate moments of enemies fighting like cornered beasts on the battlefield, often unleashing incredible power.

“Yah!”

Suddenly, one of the refugees let out a roar, picked up a machete from the ground, and charged forward.

The others quickly followed suit, grabbing cold weapons from the ground and rushing forward, except for one who hesitated.

They seemed to have completely forgotten Smith, their eyes fixed only on the food, money, and women behind him.

Each of them, like they were on adrenaline, burst out with astonishing explosive power.

“Terrifying!”

Alice couldn’t help but exclaim, finding it horrifying how moments ago these refugees had been on the brink of collapse from hunger, but were now energetic and ferocious!

The first refugee aimed his weapon at Smith’s belly, his speed fast, but to Smith, it was as slow as a snail.

As the cold weapon neared, Smith’s right arm suddenly moved, grabbing the refugee’s wrist.

“Crunch!”

With a crisp sound, followed by the refugee’s hysterical scream.

“Bang!”

Smith kicked out, hitting the refugee’s waist.

With a crack, his body flew out and he died on the spot!

The others had no time to react as Smith was already among them, his hands and feet moving quickly, the sound of bones breaking echoing continuously, leaving bodies on the ground.

Soon, there were eight bodies on the ground, leaving only the one refugee who hadn’t charged.

“Why didn’t you rush forward?” Smith asked coldly, his sharp eyes fixed on the last refugee.

“This is too cruel!” Alice couldn’t help exclaiming, drawing the attention of everyone in the room.

The last refugee also looked up, his bright eyes beneath his messy hair pausing when he saw Ye Chenfeng.