Chapter 157
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After the punch, both of them maintained their respective postures without moving.
But after a few seconds, Spencer's arm seemed to have lost its strength. It fell vertically and swayed beside Benjamin's body.
The next second, Spencer held his arm and cried out in pain. It seemed that the punch from Zhang Jue had caused him great damage.
What happened?
Both the boss and Stevenson looked at Zhang Jue in horror.
How did he do it?
"You cheated!"
The boss shouted at the first moment.
"Hiss — huff —"
Zhang Jue pretended to take a deep breath and made a Tai Chi pose before returning to his normal standing posture.
He waved his fist and said, "It's all made of flesh. How can you say that I cheated?"
The boss was speechless. He had no idea how Zhang Jue did it.
With Spencer's body, even if he punched a steel plate, his entire arm wouldn't be broken.
Zhang Jue clenched his fists.
Sure enough, after the tempering of 682, his body had become very strong. If this continued, sooner or later, he would be invulnerable. Or maybe it would change qualitatively and reach an even more terrifying level.
But this was a story for another time.
Zhang Jue looked at the boss and pointed at Spencer, who was rolling on the ground. "You better call the medical staff. His arm bones are all broken. He can't fight anymore. Let's see if he can fight in a plane —"
The boss looked at Zhang Jue with a vicious gaze. Finally, he picked up the phone on the table and shouted a few times.
After a few minutes, a few staff members came and carried Spencer away.
Zhang Jue didn't feel guilty about killing an ordinary person with one punch.
That was how it was in underground boxing. Unless you were stronger than others, it was normal to get injured or killed.
The number of people who had died under Spencer's fists was probably not small.
Zhang Jue looked at the boss again. "So, I won. Can you answer my question now?"
"You were the one who proposed the conditions just now. I didn't agree with you." The boss snorted. "Besides, who said that you won?"
He clapped his hands, and more than a dozen bodyguards in black with pistols filed in from the door, surrounding Zhang Jue and Stevenson.
Stevenson looked around vigilantly as he calculated his escape route. As an agent of the foundation, he had encountered such a situation before. But at this moment, he had to protect Zhang Jue, so the situation was a little troublesome.
Stevenson looked at Zhang Jue and wanted to confirm the next step of the plan with his eyes.
However, Zhang Jue sighed.
"Stevenson, it's not that I want to say this, but your country's gun control is too lax. I've been in Mei for less than 24 hours, and today is the second time someone has pointed a gun at me. I'm in a very bad mood."
Stevenson didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He thought to himself, "You're still in the mood to complain about Mei Nation's security at a time like this? How can a place like this be good when you're at a place like this? Besides, weren't you the one who caused these two incidents?"
The boss hid behind the bodyguards and sneered. "So what if I'm in a bad mood?"
"Brother Jue is very angry. The consequences are very serious."
Zhang Jue had just finished speaking.
All the bodyguards with guns covered their heads and scurried around as if they had seen something terrible. They were scared out of their wits.
What happened?
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