Did they really think they were asking them for help killing zombies?
I don't know how this thing works its brain. No wonder the Firebird said that this guy's brain is full of muscles. There's some truth to that.
Meng Wu stepped forward and explained, "Chief Tyson, killing zombies is nothing to us, and we don't need your help."
"Oh? What are you going to do with this? You're not just giving us food for free, are you?"
"It's practically free."
"Um?"
Tyson didn't believe it.
Meng Wu said sincerely, "We're here to make friends. We've seen many young kangaroos sparring along the way. To be honest... your organization has a very strong fighting atmosphere, thanks to the [Boxing Championship] you proposed."
"Moreover, you do not dislike humans. Although there were some misunderstandings at the beginning, they have all been resolved... I believe that a leader with your intelligence is worth befriending by the Dawn Society."
"Haha, really?"
"I just thought of it casually, it's nothing to mention."
Tyson has become a bit too proud of himself after being praised so highly.
He was being modest, but his teeth were practically splitting open to his ears.
With Meng Wu's influence, he actually believed it.
Without hesitation, Zhang Hao ordered his men to bring out more than a dozen boxes, all filled with various canned goods, including canned meat, canned peaches, canned oranges, and so on.
There are some more...
Instant noodles, potato chips, and the like.
These supplies were nothing to the Dawn Society; they were just carrying them on the road for convenience.
Zhang Hao smiled slightly: "Although there isn't much food, it's a token of our friendship, please accept it."
"Haha, there are so many."
Tyson was delighted and eager to try, saying, "I also want to have a friend like you. A good friend visiting me for the first time... I should give you the highest honors. Come on, let's have a boxing match."
"What the hell?"
"Fight me."
"..."
Zhang Hao was speechless.
I just brought you food, do you want to fight me?
Something doesn't seem right, does it?
Fortunately, the Fiery Bird beside him explained, "This is the highest form of courtesy our leader shows to his friends. Only true friends can fight him to their heart's content, regardless of victory or defeat... You will be our true friends."
He emphasized the word "truly" very much.
Obviously, this is a custom of acknowledging friends.
But Zhang Hao didn't really want to fight.
I'm afraid that things will get awkward if I can't handle the situation later.
Seemingly sensing the president's hesitation, Zhao Wu stepped forward: "I am also very strong. How about I fight you in place of the president?"
Tyson was a little angry, thinking that Zhang Hao was afraid of losing: "That's different. It's a fight between leaders. What are you planning to do by sending your underlings to fight me? It's okay, I'll go easy on you later. I won't make you look bad in front of your underlings."
"Uh, are you sure you want to fight me?"
"Sure."
"Alright then, don't blame me if you cry later."
Zhang Hao muttered something to himself.
He stood on the ring, facing Tyson from a meter away.
Tyson put on his boxing gloves and grinned, "Hehe, I'm so happy! I'm going to have another hard-hitting boxing match with my good friend. Be careful, my fists are really hard."
"Let's begin."
"Haha, I'm here!"
"See that? That's continuous jumping and dodging. I can dodge any attack. Watch out... here comes the uppercut."
Tyson was very excited.
His continuous jumping and dodging was no different from that of a professional boxer.
As he approached Zhang Hao, he threw an uppercut.
but……
The next second.
His fist hadn't landed yet.
He was hit in the stomach without any sign of retaliating.
"Ugh..."
Tyson immediately knelt down.
The pain was so intense I almost threw up, and my eyes were brimming with tears.
Tyson was dumbfounded: "What happened? What just happened? Did you shoot me in the stomach? But I didn't see it at all..."
"puff!"
Zhao Wu and the others burst out laughing.
Elder Kangaroo was utterly shocked.
Although their leader is only at level seven, he is extremely powerful in combat.
Even ten level seven fighters working together wouldn't be a match for him; even the most formidable ones could be easily defeated with just a few hook punches.
However, this time, they didn't even see the opponent's attack.
Good heavens!
Did he vomit after being punched?
How could this not shock them?
"I don't believe it. I can't even fight back."
"Pegasus Meteor Fist!!"
Tyson didn't believe in superstition.
With gritted teeth, he unleashed his full power.
The fist became a blur, throwing hundreds of punches in a single second, each capable of shattering a building.
This is his signature skill.
It was this very tactic that deterred other animal organizations from setting foot here.
The awkward thing is...
The seemingly fierce attack failed to hit its target even once.
Zhang Hao threw a punch, and Tyson screamed as he flew backward, crashing heavily into the wall.
Tyson finally understood and exclaimed in shock, "You're level eight? You're actually level eight? Why didn't you say so sooner? If you had... I definitely wouldn't have fought you. Wouldn't that have been asking for trouble?"
"You didn't ask, so is it my fault?"
"All right."
Tyson was quite surprised.
Fortunately, there are no other kangaroos here.
Only internal personnel did not disgrace their leader.
Zhang Hao didn't go too far; otherwise, if he really didn't give him face, he could have knocked down even an eighth-level opponent with a single punch, let alone a seventh-level one.
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