Rebirth of the rich second generation of the fighting nation 17. Fighting nations can't be discouraged in fighting (thank you for your support, for your tomorrow
17. Fighting nations can't be discouraged in fighting (thank you for your support, for your tomorrow
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It has to be said that Vladimir’s action of lighting a cigarette with US dollars made Rigilenko and other rich second generations feel quite domineering and chic.
When he first sat down at the bar in the evening, the big-smoking Likilenko couldn't help but light up a hundred-dollar bill to light his cigar.
The lights in the bar were quite dim, and when the poor hundred-dollar bill burst into flames, it immediately attracted the attention of many patrons in the bar.
However, Rigilenko's action also caused quite unnecessary trouble. Just after he took a deep breath, he saw four or five white people surrounding him. All of these white people were wearing tight vests.
The lumpy meat is also in pieces.
They had a menacing look on their faces and an extremely unfriendly look in their eyes.
One of the guys has an American flag printed on his chest. There is no doubt that these guys are from the United States.
After the heated negotiations in the afternoon, Vladimir did not have a good impression of Americans or Middle Easterners at all.
"Hey, buddy, did you light up the cigarette with US dollars just now?" The guy in the lead was also very tall, and his tone of voice made people sound very unhappy.
Rigilenko didn't look at these guys seriously at all, he just vented his anger out of his nose, "It's me, what's wrong?"
The other party said displeasedly: "Which country are you from?"
"Mao Ziguo." Rigilenko once again took a puff of the pure-tasting cigar, then flicked it lightly, and the ashes flicked directly onto the leg of the American leader.
"You're looking for death." Americans didn't expect these idiots to be so arrogant and dare to flick cigarette ashes on themselves.
In anger, the American, who lost his patience, waved his fist and punched Rigilenko.
As a child of a fighting nation, Rigilenko is naturally not afraid of Americans. Besides, he also has bodyguards at the scene, but these bodyguards are still a few booths away from them. At the moment, he can only get in first.
Vladimir saw Rigilenko start fighting with the American. In an instant, he felt that the blood in his body was boiling as if it was on fire. As he boiled, his passion was immediately revived.
As soon as he stood up, he waved his fist and punched the guy closest to him.
The guy was also about to punch Vladimir, and the two fists collided hard.
Although Vladimir is taller than this guy, this guy is obviously stronger than him, and the veins on his neck are all bulging.
After a few rounds, Vladimir felt a little powerless. If he hadn't been agile, he would have been beaten into a bear.
When their bodyguard saw the young master getting into a fight with someone in the bar, he immediately got up from his booth and ran over.
When Vasily found the young master Vladimir, he was already at a disadvantage.
Vladimir also spotted Vasily beside him. When he was about to ask Vasily, the special soldier, to beat up this bastard, unexpectedly, the voice of the system rang in his mind.
"Please host accept the task and fight the Americans without the help of others. The task is completed with a combat skill of 20 and a physical fitness of 20."
"Fighting skills and physical fitness of 20?" You have to know that in the two days since I have used the system, I have basically given out reward values at what time. Who would have expected that the system today is like a mad dog, and it has given such a reward all at once.
Many rewards.
No wonder this system is called the Super Fighting Nation System. It turns out that these are the consequences of things that can stimulate male hormones in men.
Vladimir instantly became extremely excited as if he had been given a shot of chicken blood.
"Vasily, you guys go aside, I want to be with him one on one."
Vasily was about to take action when he unexpectedly heard such a sentence. He was so frightened by the young master's authority that he had no choice but to give up.
Maybe the opponent sensed that someone was about to sneak attack, or maybe he was a little weak in physical strength. When the opponent was not paying attention, Vladimir raised his knee fiercely and hit the guy in the abdomen. The opponent was caught off guard with a look on his face.
He fell to the ground in pain.
In an instant, a full sense of accomplishment rose from Vladimir's heart.
Vladimir felt that his burning blood even began to feel like a frying pan.
However, at this moment, he only felt a black shadow leap in front of him, and then his head was hit by an unusually hard object.
Vladimir only felt a muffled sound in his head, as if he had fallen to the bottom, and then his body became a little shaky. "Fuck..." in his mouth was only half said, and his body fell straight down.
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Vasily and Victor on the side saw this and immediately joined the fight.
When Vladimir woke up, he realized that he was lying in the hospital.
"Is it over?" Looking at Vasily and Victor, Vladimir asked immediately.
Vasily and Victor had a look of fear on their faces. They did not protect the young master when they went out this time. They will definitely be punished by their boss after they return. If they lose this job...
Vasily and Victor couldn't believe what they would do if they lost their job. After all, the annual salary of US$500,000 a year was enough for their whole family to live a prosperous life.
In Maozi Country, there are many retired special forces soldiers like them, but there are only a few people who are as lucky as them.
"The fight is over." Vasily said with a frown.
"Shet, you lost?" Looking at Vasily and Victor with sad faces, Vladimir suddenly felt bad.
"Win." Victor scratched his head.
"Shet, why are you crying with such a sad face after winning? It's really disappointing." Although Vladimir felt that his head was still aching.
"It won't be easy to do business back home, young master." Vasily said with a bitter look on his face.
"What's the matter? It has nothing to do with you. Help me up, Shet. Where are Rigilenko and the other bastards?"
"They have gone back long ago."
Vladimir looked unconcerned, "It doesn't matter, as long as you win, those Americans will have to give them a good beating." After saying that, Vladimir took out a few dollars from his wallet.
Throw it to the bodyguard.
He didn't care that his bodyguard couldn't do the job after he returned, but Vladimir cared about the rewards given by the system. He wanted to complete this task, but he was knocked unconscious halfway, and he didn't know how the system would judge it.
He opened the system with his mind, and when he saw that his physical fitness and fighting skills had increased in reward points, he couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief.
Vladimir thought to himself, "If we add more, it will definitely be no problem at all to take care of two or three by myself."
The next morning, when Vladimir met his father Maxim, he discovered that his head had been opened.