A single fight is a head-on collision between a man and a man, even if he hits his head and makes a bloody blow, he will have to be a big deal. Long Xiaoqi must face Lin Feiyang. Similarly, if Lin Feiyang does not prove that he will completely defeat Long Xiaoqi, it will always be a hurdle in his heart.

Three days later, Gambia.

It was still the same forest, the same venue. The forest that was burned by the fire last time became the best one-on-one venue, empty and spacious. When Lin Feiyang came here, Long Xiaoqi had been waiting here for a long time.

It will be dawn. Although it is already bright, the sun still has not risen. The humidity and sultry heat cover this area, and there is not even wind. The air is filled with a breath of people, making people feel difficult to breathe.

The surrounding area of ​​the open space was full of mercenaries who rushed to see the battle, and even mercenaries were on the way. In their eyes, Long Xiaoqi was already the spokesperson and spiritual leader of African mercenaries. When the spokesperson wanted to have a life-and-death fight with others, they had reason to be there.

This is helping, and it is also protection.

"Young men, cheer up. If the flag guards are defeated, we may have to help him." A mercenary leader whispered to his people: "Help him is equivalent to helping ourselves, otherwise he will become what he used to be."

"I understand that the death of the flag guards will not do us any good."

...

All mercenaries understand this truth. When the commission is reduced to 8% and when the agent guild is re-established, their interests are the greatest guarantee. If their spokesperson died today, everything might be back to the past.

Of course, this does not mean that the commissions of African mercenaries are determined by Long Xiaoqi, and they can be reduced to this level and must be maintained for a period of time. When everyone thinks this is normal, then it will become the norm.

There are at least thousands of mercenaries in the mountains and forests. Theoretically, they do not belong to anyone, but in reality, they are all Long Xiaoqi's people. After all, they are still related to interests, but this kind of interest relationship is not conspicuous and is given the name of justice.

In addition to mercenaries, there are many professional soldiers here. They cover their faces and eyes are exposed, forming two forces that are clearly opposed to mercenaries.

These are Lin Feiyang's people, and he is also prepared. Because he knows Long Xiaoqi's urinary nature, he may be a one-on-one challenge with a group of people. But Lin Feiyang was wrong this time. Long Xiaoqi is a real one-on-one challenge, and it is very rare to conduct pure one-on-one challenge.

"Take so many people to sing a big show?" Lin Feiyang made a sarcastic voice.

"Yes, no?" Long Xiaoqi took a sip of white wine and smiled: "Why are you bringing so many people? Dance square dance?"

In comparison, the number of mercenaries is more, and Lin Feiyang brings people to bear the disadvantage of the number of people. However, the disadvantage of the number of people does not mean the disadvantage of strength. This is almost all Lin Feiyang's strength, with a total of five or six hundred people.

For this one-on-one challenge, all European and American affairs were put aside and all the staff gathered.

"Listen to me." Long Xiaoqi raised the wine pot and said loudly: "This is a grudge between me and Lin Feiyang. No one is allowed to take action, even if I die here!"

The sound reached the mercenaries' ears and could be heard clearly and clearly.

"The same goes for you!" Lin Feiyang raised his hand and whispered to his own people: "This is a one-on-one fight that only concerns the grudges of the two of us, and it has nothing to do with anything else. Don't take action, even if I die!"

Both of them have a clear signal. When this signal comes out, life and death are determined by fate. This is destined to be a battle between men, and the battle between men is a battle of dignity.

Without using a gun, they chose to use a knife. Because the knife is the greatest release. The knife is bloody and the knife is flesh. This is the battle between men.

Long Xiaoqi and Lin Feiyang stood facing each other, twenty meters apart, one facing east and the other facing west.

Long Xiaoqi, facing east, raised his head to drink. After drinking a pot of wine, he picked up a pot and poured it into his mouth. This drinking posture made the people watching the battle feel very palpitations. Many of them knew that Long Xiaoqi liked drinking, but never knew that he could drink so much.

Lin Feiyang didn't move, his eyes narrowed gently, adjusting his condition to the best.

"Ah!" Long Xiaoqi sniffed out a deep sip of wine, stretched out the wine pot and said, "Do you want to come some? I'll treat you to drink."

"Drinking alcohol can suppress injuries, but it will make you die faster." Lin Feiyang said calmly to Long Xiaoqi: "Your nerve reaction will slow down, causing the degree to slow down. This is the negative effect of alcohol on you. I know you have been injured all the time. After drinking so much alcohol, you are dead. Also, I never drink alcohol."

In order to achieve the best state, Long Xiaoqi must use strong alcohol to suppress the injury. However, while strong alcohol suppresses the injury, alcohol will affect his nerves to the greatest extent and slow down his reaction.

Lin Feiyang is barely a strong man, but no matter whether he is forced or not, he is a strong man. What is Long Xiaoqi? At most, he is just a strong man, and the strong man has no chance of winning when facing a strong man.

Of course, Long Xiaoqi knows how to assassinate. Although he has never assassinated a level-level strongman, he may not be able to die. Many of the instructors of the divine punishment are just strongmen, but they can complete the assassination of the level-level strongmen.

"I know, I know, but today I have to fight you head-on." Long Xiaoqi said with a breath of wine: "Men need dignity and must not be trampled on. Sometimes even if they die, they have to keep their dignity."

"If you live, you will have dignity. If you die, you will not be dignified at all." Lin Feiyang narrowed his eyes and stared at Long Xiaoqi and said, "I'll wait for you, don't worry."

"Hahahaha...this is why we can never drink together! By the way, if you don't drink, you won't understand the function of alcohol." Long Xiaoqi suddenly took a big mouthful of white wine and laughed: "Dignity is to die, dignity is not, it is spirit! Hahaha..."

"Gudong!Gudong!Gudong!Gudong!..."

Long Xiaoqi drank a big gulp, and Adam's apple moved, and drank all the wine in the wine pot in one breath.

Three pots of strong liquor are three pounds. After drinking these three pots of strong liquor, he looked shaky. He drank too much, and he really drank too much, so he felt like he was unable to stand firm when standing there.

But Long Xiaoqi is absolutely fine, it feels comfortable, there is no stagnation in his chest and abdomen, and the pain is driven away without a trace.

The first ray of sunlight in the morning shone over, stabbing Long Xiaoqi's eyes and letting the dewdrops burst out with crystal colorful light.

"Come on!" Long Xiaoqi roared.

The battle of life and death began instantly, and a battle between a drunk man and a powerful man!
Chapter completed!