The alley behind the Owl Tavern is bustling every night.
Nearby workers and idlers like to come here after work. In this era, there is no Douyin Weibo to browse, and you can't be a keyboard warrior. Entertainment activities are limited, especially for those at the bottom of society, who cannot be like those gentlemen and ladies. Just like playing golf or going to a dance, they can't understand the elegant stuff in the theater.
In contrast, boxing, a purely men's sport, is more popular among them.
The collision of muscles with muscles, blood and sweat flying together, this is the romance that belongs to men. If you spend a little more money, it will be even more exciting.
In fact, it is not just these workers, even those rich people also like this sport. There are also some well-dressed guys in the crowd carrying canes and hats, waving pounds in their hands.
The crowd of onlookers formed a circle and automatically vacated the space in the middle for tonight's two protagonists.
One of them is a strong man who works in the shipyard. He has bulging muscles on his arms and the body hair on his chest looks like he is wearing a sweater. - Anchor Quinn. This name comes from the tattoo on his right arm. He is He has become a regular in the underground boxing ring. In the past three months, he has achieved a good record of 13 wins and 6 losses, and several of them were narrow defeats.
But his opponent tonight is a very unfamiliar guy. There are not many Easterners in London, especially Easterners who can speak fluent English. He claims to be a traveler and comes from a wealthy background. He is probably equivalent to a British country squire. And his hands don't look like someone who has done heavy work. In addition, his body is healthy but far from strong. Not many people are optimistic about him.
"What the hell is this? The boss can't find any decent boxers anymore?"
"I bet he wouldn't last ten rounds in the anchor's hands before the poor guy would be carted off to the hospital."
"Ten rounds? I don't think five rounds will be used. If this guy had any sense, he should have knelt down and begged for mercy from the beginning."
"In that case, I remember the boxer can't get money..."
"Compared with making money, it's more realistic to think of ways to save your own life first."
The crowd is buzzing and the odds comparison between the two sides is realistic.
On one side, Zhang Heng's odds have jumped to 7 to 1, while on the other side, Anchor only loses 1.09 to 1. In other words, if you bet one pound on Anchor, you can only make less than two shillings, and even so , the vast majority of people still rely on the iron anchor, after all, don’t give away the money for free.
It's a pity that the bookmaker's strength in small-scale street boxing matches like this is limited. Each person's betting capital is capped at five pounds, which also prevents someone from paying off the boxers to secretly manipulate the match. Otherwise, winning by quantity is a good way to make money. method.
However, for most workers, five pounds is already a large amount of money. It is rare to encounter such a risk-free opportunity to make money. Before the boxing match begins, there are people everywhere borrowing money.
And what happened next seemed to prove everyone's vision.
Iron Anchor is still the same Iron Anchor. Although he has the shortcomings of clumsy steps and not punching fast enough, every punch is powerful, and it feels like he can defeat ten with one force. Under his violent attack, the poor guy opposite him is The Easterner could only keep dodging, but even so, he still received a few punches on his body, like a broken sack.
But so far, he has not even had a chance to take action and has been completely suppressed.
"Kill him!!! Anchor, tear him apart! We don't need such sissies in men's sports!"
"Show him what it means to be a man in England!"
The cheers of the crowd seemed to inject new strength into Tie Anchor's body, and even his clumsy movements became brisk. Zhang Heng received two more punches, and it didn't look like the situation was good.
The people watching suddenly burst into cheers again, and Holmes who was watching on the side wanted to laugh. Zhang Heng has been beaten the whole time so far. No matter how you look at it, he doesn't look like he can win, but only those who know the industry can see it. , the few punches Zhang Heng received were not seriously injured.
The speed of the anchor was indeed very slow. Zhang Heng had already set up his arms before his fist fell to protect his vital points, so he was indeed at a disadvantage, but it was just a lag behind.
Zhang Heng's breath didn't change much from the beginning to the end, and his steps were not messy at all. On the other hand, Iron Anchor, who had the upper hand, was already breathing heavily - he lacked stamina, which is a common problem among all powerful boxers.
Especially before, he made another wave of attacks amidst the cheers of the audience, but the price was that his speed became slower after the peak of adrenaline passed.
It's almost time to fight back.
Holmes thought to himself, and then he saw that Zhang Heng had indeed moved. This time, Zhang Heng did not choose to parry when facing the iron anchor's fist. Instead, he took half a step forward and avoided this attack with a slight tilt of his head. A punch, and at this time a flash of panic flashed in Tie Anchor's eyes. As a boxer, of course he knew how bad his situation was at the moment. He had thrown out this punch with so much energy. He couldn't have taken it back halfway. It's possible.
At the same time, his chest was also wide open. It was not a good sign to be approached at this time.
But he quickly calmed down again, so what if he was approached? Judging from the previous fight between the two, the opponent's strength was very limited. The anchor held "I'll take a punch first, but maybe I can take advantage of this opportunity." The idea of catching the opponent and then taking the opportunity to end this game that should have been won long ago restored his confidence.
"It's not a good habit to underestimate your opponent." Holmes rubbed his chin and clicked his tongue.
Then he saw that Zhang Heng's punch had hit Tie Anchor's cheek.
This punch was much more painful than expected. One of Tie Anchor's teeth was knocked out directly, and it flew into the air with blood beads. However, the latter was able to resist the attack with his strong body. He was struck and did not fall, so the plot should not be much different from before.
Then it was his turn to fight back.
Tie Ao thought that his other hand had already clenched a fist. As long as this punch hit Zhang Heng's head, he was confident that he would knock the Oriental to the ground.
But before he could swing out his hand, he was punched again on the right side of his cheek.
So fast? ! Tie Anchor was stunned by this punch, and he stumbled. The strength he had managed to accumulate with great difficulty was also a thousand miles away.
However, this was not the end. Then Zhang Heng hit his ears hard with his palms. The otoliths in the semicircular canals that control the body's balance were stimulated, and the anchor immediately staggered around like a drunk.
Now, let alone fighting back, he even staggered when walking, and his head was a mess.
Naturally, Zhang Heng would not let go of this opportunity, and ended the long but harmless battle with an uppercut.
The anchor's huge body fell to the ground.
At this moment, all the cheers and shouts disappeared. The surrounding audience seemed to have been suddenly strangled by the neck. The alley fell into a strange silence. Those wide-open mouths and waving handkerchiefs were all frozen in the In mid-air, people opened their eyes, seemingly unable to accept the sudden reversal in front of them.
I don’t understand why Iron Anchor, who had always had the upper hand, was finally knocked down cleanly by this person.
