Seeing my surprise, the middle-aged man said, "What, little brother, do you know him?"
I shook my head and said, "The name of one of my former classmates is the same, but maybe it's just the same name, maybe it's not the same person."
The middle-aged man also wondered whether such a coincidence would happen, so he smiled and said: "Well, there are many people with the same name in the world. It's not surprising to meet one or two with the same name."
Just as we were about to talk, there was a crisp ringing of the bell from downstairs.
2 middle-aged men said: "Hey, it's started."
The game was about to start, and he didn't say anything more to me.
The first person to take the stage was a guy wearing hip-hop clothes and dyed yellow hair. He held a microphone in his hand, and he should be acting like a host.
"Distinguished gentlemen and ladies, the next game will be the last game this morning. I believe it is also the game that attracts the most attention. The two teams playing are the ever-victorious general Zhao Yu, one hundred and seventy-four times.
In the competition, the opponent was defeated ninety-nine times, the opponent surrendered seventy times, and was defeated five times. The odds are one to one." Huang Mao's voice was excited, and the audience immediately heard whistles and cheers, obviously everyone was betting on Zhao.
Someone who is Yu Ying, or a supporter of Zhao Yu.
I was curious and couldn't help but ask the middle-aged man No. 2: "To whom did he lose the five times he lost?"
The middle-aged man smiled and said: "You don't have to pay attention to those defeats. They were all deliberately arranged by the dealer, that is, fake punches, and the dealer took the opportunity to make a fortune! And those who beat Zhao Yu will definitely be beaten by Zhao Yu in the next game.
Yu was beaten to pieces, and Zhao Yu will win a lot of support every time he takes revenge."
The thug also said from the side: "In underground boxing rings, fake punches are common. After all, everyone punches for money, there is nothing strange about it."
Only then did I remember that before the thugs ran away, they also engaged in a period of black boxing in Xi'an.
Zhao Yu came on stage first. He was a young man in his mid-twenties. In the middle of winter, he was naked from the waist up, revealing his strong muscles.
Then Huang Mao continued: "As for Zhao Yu's opponent today, he is one of the hottest dark horses in recent times, a talented boxer who has won ten games, and all of them are KO opponents, Ankang!"
After Huang Mao finished speaking, a figure who looked a little thin climbed onto the stage, also with his upper body naked. Although he looked very strong, his muscles were much inferior to those of Zhao Yu.
I finally saw his appearance clearly. It was Ankang, who I had kicked out of No. 1 Middle School. He was actually doing black boxing here. Shouldn't he be following Tong Jiuchao's men?
Ankang looked around for a week, and then focused his main attention on Zhao Yu. He didn't pay attention to the second floor, and naturally he didn't notice me.
At this time, the charming woman in 2 said to the man: "Dear, do you think Ankang will win today?"
The man chuckled and said, "I don't know. If we really fight, I don't think Ankang can beat Zhao Yu, but if it's a fake fight, it's hard to say!"
I looked at the comparison between Zhao Yu and Ankang on the stage, and I felt that Ankang couldn't win.
Huang Mao said a few words on the stage, then jumped off the stage, and the game officially started.
Zhao Yu and Ankang hugged each other's fists, and then slowly approached, and then Zhao Yu threw the first punch. This punch had no tricks, and it hit Ankang directly in the face, fast and hateful.
Ankang shifted his body slightly, ducked his head to the side, and at the same time punched Zhao Yu on the left side of his face.
I was just about to applaud Ankang for his avoidance and counterattack, but I saw Ankang's body tilted and fell on the rope next to the stage.
Ankang was actually hit!
The middle-aged man at 2 stood up excitedly: "Okay, Zhao Yu did a good job with this punch!"
The thug said softly: "Ankang underestimated the enemy, but Ankang was actually hit somehow. He seemed to have stumbled, but in fact he was taking advantage of the situation to avoid Zhao Yu's fist that could not be avoided."
"Can't escape?!" I couldn't help but be curious.
The thug smiled and said: "If Ankang immediately retreated with all his strength, he would have been able to dodge, but he chose a small dodge to speed up the counterattack. However, in a battle with masters of the same level, this trick is not easy to use. In other words,
Zhao Yu's punch speed is also very fast. His volley change is one step ahead of Ankang's counterattack, so Ankang can only use the momentum to dodge. Otherwise, if he is completely hit by Zhao Yu's punch, he may lose all his teeth.
A few more."
The thug is worthy of being my number one red stick, and he has such a thorough analysis of kung fu. Of course, this may be related to the black boxing he has been doing for a while.
During the period when the thugs were analyzing, Zhao Yu launched several more attacks, but Ankang was smarter this time and avoided them immediately instead of fighting.
After several fights, Zhao Yu gained the upper hand first.
After another five or six minutes, both sides were a little tired, and each other's movements also slowed down. Zhao Yu took the opportunity to punch Ankang on the shoulder. Ankang originally stepped back, but before he could take a step, his body flew backwards.
Go out and get down firmly on the ground.
I saw clearly from the outside that Zhao Yu's punch just now was a feint, and this kick was a real attack.
Looking at it this way, Ankang is still a little too young in this game.
After Ankang fell to the ground, he rolled and crawled, and then stood up again along the protective rope. He was breathing heavily and had a ferocious look on his face, as if he was brewing something.
"Boy, admit defeat, you are no match for me!" Zhao Yu said, shaking his shoulders.
Ankang sneered: "I, Ankang, have lost many times. I swore that I would never lose again, so I must win today."
Zhao Yu shook his head, ducked and approached Ankang, punched Ankang's face with his right fist, and hit Ankang's chest with his left fist. He raised his right leg and knee sharply to hit Ankang's abdomen. Obviously Zhao Yu wanted to pass this attack.
The result is good health.
Ankang did not fly out as I expected!
A surprising scene happened. Ankang held Zhao Yu's left fist with his right hand, and held Zhao Yu's right wrist with his left hand. He also raised his right leg sharply, and his knee firmly collided with Zhao Yu's.
"Bang!"
There was a muffled sound as the knees collided, and then the two people took a few steps back at the same time. In the process of retreating, both people's legs became a little lame.
"Beautiful!" The thug couldn't help but cheer for Ankang.
The middle-aged man at 2 widened his eyes and said, "Damn, are you going to fake a punch?"
The thug shook his head and said: "No, this is a strength game in the boxing ring. It is a game for the bookmaker to verify the true strength of the boxer. There will be no adulteration. If Ankang wins, then Ankang may become the next main trainee of the boxing ring.
As a boxer, Zhao Yu became his deputy. I guess it’s because Zhao Yu is older. Boxers are in their golden stage between the ages of eighteen and twenty-eight. After this stage, most of them begin to decline in strength. Of course, there are exceptions.
, but there are very few, so the boxing ring is looking for the next boxing champion!"
After hearing what the thug said, the middle-aged man in the 2nd hurriedly handed us a business card and said: "It turns out you are an expert. My name is Dong Biwen. I am in the real estate business. West Lake View Garden is a recently opened project. You can come if you are free."
Kudos to you! I hope we can have more exchanges at this boxing match."
Dong Biwen's business card was handed to the thug, so the thug didn't pick it up immediately. Instead, he glanced at me and asked for my opinion.
I smiled and said, "Look at what I'm doing, just take it."
The thug then took the business card from Dong Biwen's hand. Dong Biwen was also an old fox in the business world. When he saw the exchange between me and the thug, he knew that my status was still higher than that of the thug, so he quickly handed me another business card and said: "
Please give me some advice, and by the way, what do you dare to call this little brother?"
Although my status is not low, I don’t have a business card, so I smiled and said, “My name is Yi Feng, and his name is Shu Ling!”
I only mentioned our names, not what we do.
As for whether he knows through my name that I am Crazy Half City, I think it is unlikely, because people on the road only know me as Crazy, Crazy Master, and Crazy Half City, but very few people know my real name.
What's my name? Even many of my brothers don't know what my real name is.
What's more, my age is said to be over sixty...
Sure enough, after I said my name, Dong Biwen was stunned for a moment, and then looked confused. He obviously didn't recognize me, but he quickly answered: "I have a son named Dong Xinghu, who is about the same age as you. Maybe he can be like you."
Make friends and I’ll bring them to you to get to know them when I have time.”
I smiled and said, "That's easy to say."
It's just that my main focus at this time is already on watching the game.
At this time, both Zhao Yu and Ankang's legs were a little weak, and the frequency of attacks between the two sides also decreased! To be precise, Zhao Yu's attacks decreased, and Ankang's attacks were suppressed by Zhao Yu from the beginning, so it has always been this frequency.
To some extent, the situation has shifted subtly to Ankang's side.
After Zhao Yu's leg was broken by Ankang, the attack rhythm obviously became a little messy due to his irritability, but Ankang was unusually calm, and every punch he attacked and every dodge was orderly.
Sure enough, after Zhao Yu's punch was empty, Ankang held Zhao Yu's wrist with one hand, held up Zhao Yu's armpit with the other, gritted his teeth and landed on the ground with his injured right foot, finishing the move steadily!
"drink!"
Ankang roared fiercely, took advantage of the situation, and threw Zhao Yu out with four ounces of force.
Ankang used all his strength in this blow, and Ankang was standing close to the side of the stage, so Zhao Yu was thrown off the stage by Ankang, and fell to the ground without moving any more.
And Ankang was also crawling on the protective rope, panting heavily, his feet drooping. It was obvious that without the protective rope, he could not maintain his standing posture.
There was applause from the audience, which was of course also mixed with the cheers of those who bought the Ankang bets and the curses of those who had suppressed Zhao Yu and lost the chips.
At this time, Ankang raised his head and glanced towards the second floor again, in my direction, but he still didn't seem to recognize me.
It suddenly occurred to me that Ankang had severe myopia, and it was reasonable for him not to be able to see me clearly from such a long distance.