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"Haha, are you all in a hurry?" General Hu smiled and took out a small black medicine bottle from the pocket of his military uniform.

"Huh?" Seeing the things in his hand, Ye Fan, who was inspecting Tu Su's injury, narrowed his eyes.

That medicine bottle is really familiar!

In Macau, didn't Hesse use this to become a monster?

Hu Huairen: Is this going to promote this horror potion again?

Many knowledgeable people in the arena also recognized the things in General Hu's hands, but unfortunately, after a flash in the pan in the Macau Black Boxing Arena, with Hesse dying in the hands of Ye Fan, no one could inquire about the whereabouts of this secret weapon.

Tonight, this mysterious lethal weapon has reappeared.

The camera magnified the small medicine bottle that Hu Huairen was holding between his fingers hundreds of times, giving it a half-minute-long close-up.

"Thank you, thank you. General Hu turned around with a smile, pointed to the row of guards behind him, and sighed: "Look, these soldiers are probably not as good as your bodyguards, the Golden Triangle is poor! But—"

As soon as the words changed, Hu Huairen lit up the small black medicine bottle in his hand: "However, we have this thing now." We call it Intensive Implant Type 1. ”

"Haha, I'm sure some of you have already seen the effects of this high-tech potion. Hu Huairen continued: "Last time, it was just an experimental product, and after our transformation day and night, the side effects are infinitely close to zero, and now, it's time to promote it to the world!"

Hearing his praise, many people showed a look of interest.

"Okay, let's witness it together now, a miracle is born in Bangkok!" After saying so much, Hu Huairen was already a little fluttering and couldn't wait, waving his hand to this platoon of pro-soldiers and asking: "Which of you is willing to demonstrate?"

"Me!" "Me!"

These soldiers, tanned by the scorching sun of the Golden Triangle, without exception, rushed to come out and rushed to make experiments.

"Haha, it's you! Hu Huairen's eyes swept and picked one of the skinny guys.

Pinching the vial, the Burmese only glanced at it, and without hesitation, tilted his head into his mouth.

"It's up to you! Lay down this piece of the country for General Ben, and the Golden Triangle has half of you!" Hu Huairen nodded in satisfaction, waved his hand, and motioned for the others to step down from the ring.

The pro-soldiers who didn't seize the opportunity all showed disappointed expressions, their faces drooped, and they jumped off the ring reluctantly.

Songha, who drank the potion, gasped for breath, and on the big screen, his slightly thin and loose grass-green military uniform began to swell, and a pair of eyes quickly became bloodshot.

The effect of the drug reacted rapidly, causing a burst of exclamations from the audience.

"How is it, have you rested enough?" Hu Huairen stood aside, his expression very proud.

Ye Fan shouted in a distant voice: "Wait a little longer." Are you worried that the medicine will pass and lose to us?"

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