The night in New York fell again, and Xia Lan was sleeping soundly in her boudoir. In the opposite room, Qiu Yu got up from the bed after sleeping for a while. Crouching down, he pulled out the suitcase under the bed, opened it, and took out the iron box inside.
Wearing the mask and leather armor on him, he instantly transformed into a mysterious warrior.
Standing in front of the mirror, Qiu Yu looked over and saw that his entire face was covered by a mask, making it difficult to see his true face. A leather vest covered his shoulders, revealing his strong chest. Below he was wearing extreme-knee leather shorts and feet.
Wearing 6 combat boots, he looks quite majestic.
Putting on a black windbreaker, Qiu Yu came to the window, opened the window and stood on the balcony. The cold wind was blowing, but he didn't feel the cold at all. There was a fire burning in his heart. He was going to fight and welcome the fighting competition.
champion to obtain funds for his own film and television company.
As the saying goes, wealth can only be found in danger. Since I have been practicing kung fu for more than ten years and have expertise in this area, why not give it a try. If I win the championship, I will get a bonus of 10 million. That is US dollars. It is definitely not
A small amount, just in time to invest in Yucheng Film and Television Company. Thinking about it differently, participating in the competition is also a good opportunity for him to compete with foreign masters, and he can take the opportunity to temper himself. As for the danger, what does it matter? Think about when he was in Huanshan
At that time, I hunted in the forest all day long, facing tigers, bears and other wild beasts, and had to survive several times. Isn't that dangerous?
After turning around and closing the window, Qiu Yu jumped down from the third floor. Like a giant black bat floating in the air, he landed on the ground nimbly without making any sound.
Without stopping at all, Qiu Yu rushed eastward and jumped up again near the wall. When he landed, he was already outside the wall. Then, he ran towards the city. It was less than ten kilometers away from the Longsheng City Hotel. For him,
It's nothing, it's just a warm-up, and you can join the battle when you arrive at the arena.
With the wind whistling in his ears, Qiu Yu ran on the road. He hadn't fought with anyone for many days, and his hands were already itchy. He couldn't wait!
More than twenty minutes later, Qiu Yu appeared at the Longsheng City Hotel, went directly to the player registration office of the arena, and pushed in the door. There were several staff members in the room, staring at the four TV screens to watch the players competing.
The life-and-death fight between the contestants in the cage made them talk excitedly.
"Crazy Leopard is so fierce, he will definitely knock down his opponent."
"Well, Green Hurricane seems to be a little weaker in strength, and his flexibility is not as good as Crazy Leopard, so he will definitely lose..."
Hearing the sound of the door opening, the staff turned around and looked over. It was a mysterious guy wearing a mask who entered the room. They were all a little puzzled.
A young woman with red curly hair asked: "Sir, what can I do for you?"
Qiu Yu replied in English: "I want to sign up for the competition."
The staff were all surprised. They looked at this oriental youth who was only seventeen or eighteen years old in confusion, wondering if he was crazy. The players on the field were all men as strong as beasts. In order to obtain high bonuses, some even
There are many murderous thugs among them. You are not as tall as ordinary people, but you still want to compete on stage. Isn’t that asking for death? However, the slogan of the World Fighting Championship is that anyone of any nationality or identity can participate in the competition.
Therefore, they didn't say anything. Since they have confidence, they can accept it.
The chair turned around, and the red woman handed over a piece of paper and pen, and said, "Okay, please sit down and fill out this form first."
There was a chair in front of the table. Qiu Yu stepped forward and sat down, took the pen and paper, glanced at the form similar to a resume, and wrote "Iron Mask Warrior," age, "18," in the column for contestants.
Country, "China." And wrote "Agree" at the bottom of the rules. Fortunately, I learned English after coming down the mountain, and I can deal with not too complicated words and sentences.
After taking the form, the red woman said: "Okay, Iron Mask Warrior, you have become contestant No. 368 in this competition. The staff will lead you to the arena. When a contestant loses, you can directly enter the iron cage to challenge
, if you get ten wins in total, you can enter the semi-finals."
Qiu Yu nodded, "I understand."
Not long after, a tall golden girl walked in. She was wearing a white vest and red breasts. Her white breasts were bulging, and most of her skirt was exposed. Under her skirt were two slender white breasts.
The legs are also quite beautiful. Basically, there are no ugly staff members who are similar to boxing ring girls. They are all carefully selected beauties with beautiful faces and hot bodies that make people nosebleed.
The golden girl was holding a self-adhesive number plate in her hand, and her eyes flashed with surprise. She had seen too many strong, bear-like men, and she felt that the boy in front of her was too young and not tall enough.
She was almost as good as not wearing high heels, and she really didn't look like a fighter. She was not optimistic about the boy and asked: "Sir, you are not allowed to wear a cloak or a windbreaker during the competition. Where is the number plate posted?"
Qiu Yu unbuttoned his windbreaker, revealing his body wearing only leather armor, and said, "I'm going to wear this for competition, where do you think it fits best?"
Not to mention, Qiu Yu has a pretty good figure. He has obviously been trained, and his muscles are strong and strong. There are also some scars on them, which makes the golden girl think that the opponent has indeed had fighting experience, but she is not optimistic about it because there are too many masters participating in the competition.
, the vast majority will be eliminated and will be injured to varying degrees.
"I'll stick it on your trouser leg." The golden girl squatted down, tore off the backing paper of the number plate, pasted it on Qiu Yu's left trouser leg, and smoothed it with her hands.
She squatted like this, making Qiu Yu look over involuntarily. His eyes penetrated through the vest, and he saw two big white balls, with the strawberries on them so delicate and delicate, and the ditch was so deep!
After all, they are a race that often eats high-protein foods. American beauties have really great figures. Just looking at them makes people want to have sex!
Of course, Qiu Yu is just taking a look and has no other ideas. His goal is to play well in the game, obtain entrepreneurial funds, and prepare to become a rich man in the future. If he has money, will he still be in need of women?
After posting the number, the golden girl stood up and said: "Iron Mask, please come with me, I will take you to the arena now."
Qiu Yu followed the golden girl and walked out. The other party led him into the player's tunnel and walked along the long corridor. As he walked, he said: "I am Susan, the service staff of No. 79. From now on,
I will become Mr. Iron Mask's dedicated staff. During your competition, you can ask me any questions you have. Of course, if you are defeated as soon as you enter the competition, I will become a service staff for another new player. There will be three days from the start of the competition.
It's time. I'm very unlucky. The seven contestants I brought to the entrance all failed, so I won a bonus of 400 yuan. Your situation is not optimistic either. Alas, why can't I get a level like the Deadly Samurai?