Super Special Forces King

Chapter 790

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"Not a good seed?"

Hearing this, Zhang Feng was a little unhappy in his heart, but Tian Zhuang was the person he liked, and was said to be not a good seedling, so he naturally felt a little unhappy.

"Mr. Pukan, I don't know why you have such a point of view, can you answer me?"

"Of course there is no problem! To be the best fighter, you can have no strong body, but you must have a high fighting spirit and a desire to fight. Unfortunately, I didn't find these two points in him." Pukan did not. Concealed, and directly stated his views on Tian Zhuang.

Hearing what he said, Zhang Feng shook his head slightly, disapproving in his heart.

"Mr. Pukan, with all due respect, I don't approve of what you said." Zhang Feng continued: "I think he has a desire to fight and a high morale that is not inferior to anyone."

"Oh? Really?" Pukan asked casually, took a cigar from the table and handed it to Zhang Feng, who waved his hand.

"I can't get used to the smell of cigars." Zhang Feng said bluntly. He took out a low-quality cigarette directly from his pocket, lighted it and hung it on his mouth, and smoked it slowly. He knew that it was just saying that. He couldn't persuade Pukan, and he said: "Mr. Pukan, they all say that Russia is a fighting nation, and there is fighting blood flowing in its bones. If this is the case, we should bet on this, how about?"

"Bet?" Russia is not only a fighting nation, but also a factor full of good gambling.

"Okay. I don't know what kind of gambling method?"

"You have a man named Moslikski. He challenged me, and I accepted it! Then we will arrange another challenge. One side is him. On the other hand, Mr. Pukan will choose you from How about selecting in the Halberd of the God of War training camp?" Zhang Feng suggested.

Hearing Zhang Feng's words that Mosliksky challenged him, Pukan didn't have any surprised expression on his face. He obviously knew about it.

Hearing Zhang Feng's words about arranging a challenge for Tian Zhuang, his face immediately showed an expression of interest.

Pukan nodded, "It's a great idea. It just so happens that there is a group of students who have just sent over here at the training camp, and I will choose a suitable opponent for him from the middle!"

"That's it? What about the time?" Zhang Feng asked.

"An old Chinese saying goes that it is better to hit the sun than to choose a day, what about tonight?" Pukan said.

"Unexpectedly, Mr. Pukan still understands our Chinese old saying. Well, tonight. It's just Mr. Pukan, since it's a gambling, wouldn't it be a bit dull if there is no lottery?" Zhang Feng sneered.

"Of course it is." Pukan also had a smile on his face, obviously what Zhang Feng said was in line with his appetite.

"Mr. Pukan, you are the host, so let's make your request first." Zhang Feng said, secretly thinking about the color he wants to propose.

Pukan didn't speak in a hurry, with a cigar dangling from his mouth, he took a few sips, and then said leisurely: "If my people lose, then you... Zhang Feng will stay in my Halberd of War training camp. An instructor for a year!"

Ok?

Hearing what he said, Zhang Feng frowned directly.

Let yourself stay here as an instructor for a year? It seems that this Pukan was not a temporary intention, but a premeditated plan, otherwise it would never be possible to make such a request.

The frown grew deeper and deeper. If you follow this, then since I asked to let Tian Zhuang stay here to train, Pukan refused, and began to calculate himself, dug a hole for himself, and let himself jump in.

I'm afraid that even if he doesn't raise this challenge, Pukan will take the initiative and say he wants to add prizes to the bet.

Unexpectedly, the wild geese all year round, but today the geese pecked their eyes.

However, the sneer in Zhang Feng's heart became stronger and stronger. He really thought that he could not win?

Pukan naturally had a plan. He used Sharapova and her to describe what happened along the way, plus Tolsky's strength he knew better than anyone. If you can keep fighters like Zhang Feng in your training camp and serve as instructors, the value it brings is definitely huge.

Seeing Zhang Feng's silence for a long time, Pukan said: "What? Mr. Zhang Feng is unwilling to accept this lottery? If so, then we can cancel this challenge."

Zhang Feng sneered for a while. This old guy looked sturdy like a brainless bear, but he was extremely meticulous. He played with himself here to retreat!

In this case, Zhang Feng said with difficulty: "Mr. Pukan, the lottery you proposed is really difficult for me, so is it? I also want to propose the corresponding lottery."

As he said, Zhang Feng stretched out **** and said: "Twenty training camps per session!"

hiss.

Hearing what Zhang Feng said, even if Pukan was mentally prepared, he couldn't help taking a breath.

Twenty places are actually still in each issue, that is, twenty places per year. This is simply a big open mouth.

Shaking his head, he said, "You are asking too much."

"Oh? Really? I don't think a lot." Zhang Feng sneered.

He knew what Pukan really liked about him, and slowly raised his hand holding the cigarette, hanging the cigarette from his mouth and shaking, a playing card fell directly from his sleeve into the palm of his hand, and his wrist flicked. , Shot directly out, went straight to Pukan.

Pukan's reaction speed was extremely fast, his feet pushed on the coffee table in front of him, his body rushed back with the sofa, and his head tilted back.

Poker almost wiped his cheek!

Pucanton sprang up from the sofa, while Zhang Feng was still sitting on the sofa and smoking a cigarette, as if nothing had happened.

Standing behind Zhang Feng, Tian Zhuang had already placed his hand on the **** of his lower back. His calm eyes revealed the ferocity of a wolf at this moment.

Pukan stared at Zhang Feng coldly, and the cigar on his mouth was now extinguished.

Naturally, it could not be destroyed by itself, but the burning two centimeters were cut by the playing cards shot by Zhang Feng, and the incision was extremely neat.

"Now, does Mr. Pukan still think that my request is excessive?" Zhang Feng sneered and laughed.

Pukan squeezed an unsightly smile from the corner of his mouth, threw the cigar still in his mouth on the table, and then sat on the sofa again.

"Two years!" Pukan pointed his finger at Tian Zhuang, "If he loses, you will be my instructor for two years!"

"Deal!" Zhang Feng said straightforwardly.

He doesn't care what Pukan's request is, as long as he can agree to his winning prize, because Zhang Feng has the confidence to win!