Chapter 495

The alley behind the owl pub is very busy every night. Tiktok, a worker near

, likes to come here after he has finished work. In this era, he can't brush micro-blog, but he can't do keyboard warrior. His entertainment activities are limited. Especially for those classes at the bottom of the society, he can't play golf like those gentlemen, or love to go to a dance.

In contrast, boxing, a pure male sport, is more popular with them.

Muscle and muscle collision, blood and sweat flying together, this is a man's romance, if you press a little money, it will be more exciting.

In fact, not only the workers, but also the rich people like the sport very much. There are also some well-dressed people with walking sticks and hats in the crowd, waving their pounds.

The crowd of onlookers formed a circle and automatically emptied the middle position for the two protagonists tonight.

One of them is a strong man who works in a shipyard. The muscles on his two arms are bulging, and the hair on his chest looks like wearing a sweater - anchor Quinn. The name comes from the tattoo on his right arm. He is a regular in the underground ring. He has won 13-6 in the last three months, and he has lost several of them.

But his opponent tonight is a very familiar guy. There are not many oriental people in London, especially the one who can speak fluent English. He claims to be a traveler and has a good family background. He is probably equivalent to a squire in England. His hands are not like a guy who has done heavy work. Besides, his health is far from strong, There are not many people who look after him.

"What the hell is this? Can't the boss find a decent boxer?"

"I bet he won't last ten rounds in the anchor's hand, and the poor guy will be carried to the hospital."

"Ten rounds? I don't think five rounds will work. If this guy knows his face, he should kneel down and beg for mercy at the beginning. "

"In that case, I remember that boxers can't get money..."

"Compared with making money, it's more realistic to find a way to save your life first."

The crowd is talking, and the odds comparison between the two sides is very realistic.

On one side, Zhang Heng's odds have soared to 1-7, while on the other side, the anchor only loses 1.09. In other words, if you press a pound on the anchor, you can only earn less than two shillings. Even so, most people still press on the anchor. After all, the money you give away is not for nothing.

It's a pity that the strength of a small-scale Street boxer like this is also limited, and the gambling capital of each boxer is capped at five pounds, which also avoids the occurrence of someone buying the boxer to manipulate the competition secretly. Otherwise, winning by quantity is a good way to make money.

However, for the vast majority of workers, five pounds is already a lot of money. It's rare to encounter such a risk-free opportunity to make money. Before the boxing match started, there were people borrowing money everywhere.

And what happened later seems to prove people's view.

The iron anchor is the same one. Although it has the shortcomings of clumsy footwork and not fast enough, every punch is powerful enough. It has the feeling of falling ten times. Under his violent attack, the poor Oriental on the opposite side only dodges. Even so, he still gets a few punches, just like a sack.

And so far, he didn't even have the chance to make a move, he was completely suppressed.

"Kill him!"!!! Anchor, tear him to pieces! There's no need for sissy in men's sports! "

"Show him what a man of England is!"

The cheers of the crowd also seemed to inject new strength into the body of the anchor. Even the original clumsy movement became light. Zhang Heng got two punches again. It seemed that the situation was not very good.

All the onlookers burst out a burst of cheers, and Holmes wanted to laugh. So far, Zhang Heng has been beaten all the way. No matter how he looks, it doesn't look like he can win. But only those who know how to do it can see that Zhang Heng's fists didn't hurt much.

The speed of the anchor is indeed very slow. Zhang Heng has already set up his arms before his fist falls, and he is in front of the key point. So he really falls behind on the scene, but it's just that he lags behind on the scene.

Zhang Heng's breath hasn't changed much from beginning to end, and his steps are not disordered at all. On the contrary, the anchor who has the upper hand has begun to breathe heavily - lack of stamina, which is also a common problem of all strength fighters.

In particular, before the audience in the roar of another wave of rush, the price is adrenaline peak after the speed has become slower.

It's almost time to fight back.

Holmes thought, and then he saw that Zhang Heng also moved. This time, Zhang Heng did not choose to fight against anchor's fist. Instead, he stepped forward and avoided it with a slight deviation of his head. At this time, there was a flurry in anchor's eyes. As a boxer, he certainly knew how bad his situation was. His fist was full of energy It's impossible to take it back in the middle of the way.

At the same time, his chest is wide open, and being approached at this time is not a good sign.But he soon settled down, what about being close to him? Judging from the previous two men's fight, the strength of the other side was very limited. Anchor regained his self-confidence with the idea of "first get a punch, but maybe we can take this opportunity to seize the other side, and then take the opportunity to end the game which should have been won long ago".

"It's not a good habit to underestimate your opponent." Said Holmes, touching his chin.

Then he saw that Zhang Heng's fist had hit anchor's cheek.

The blow was more painful than expected. One of the anchor's teeth was hit directly and flew into the air with blood beads. However, the latter resisted the blow with strong physique and did not fall down. Therefore, the plot should not be too different from before.

It's his turn to fight back.

Anchor thought that the other hand had already clenched his fist. As long as Zhang Heng's head was in the fist, he had confidence to turn the Oriental to the ground.

But before he could wave his hand, he got another blow on the right cheek.

So fast?! The iron anchor was directly blinded by the blow, and he was staggering at his feet, and the strength he saved with difficulty was also a few thousand li.

However, this is not the end, and then Zhang Heng hit his ears with his palm. The otolith in the semicircular canal, which controls the balance of the body, was stimulated, and the anchor immediately fell like a drunk.

Now, let alone fight back, he even walks unsteadily, and his head is full of paste.

Zhang Heng naturally will not miss this opportunity, finally with a hook to end this long but no dangerous battle.

The huge body of the anchor fell to the ground.

At this moment, all the cheers and shouts disappeared, the surrounding audience seemed to be suddenly strangled by the neck, the Hutong fell into a strange silence, those big mouth, waving handkerchief, were all frozen in the air, people opened their eyes, it seems that some can not accept this sudden reversal.

I don't understand why the anchor, which has always been in the upper hand, will be knocked down so cleanly in the end.

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