v2 Chapter 240： Boxing match (1/2)
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The alley behind the Owl Tavern is lively every night.
Nearby workers and idlers like to come here after finishing work. In this era, there is no vibrato Weibo to brush, keyboard knights, and limited entertainment activities, especially for these lower-class classes, they ca n’t be like the gentlemen and ladies Similarly, playing golf or going to the ball, the elegant things in the theater do not understand them.
In contrast, the sports of pure men such as boxing are more favored by them.
The collision of muscles and muscles, blood and sweat fly together, this is the romance of men. If you press a little money, it will be even more exciting.
In fact, not only these workers, but even the rich people also like the sport very much. There are also some well-dressed guys with canes and hats waving their pounds in their hands.
The onlookers crowded into a circle, automatically vacating the middle position, leaving the two main characters tonight.
One of them is a strong man working in a shipyard. The muscles on his two arms are raised, and the body hair on his chest is like wearing a sweater.-Iron Anchor Quinn. This name comes from the tattoo on his right arm. He is A regular in the underground boxing arena, with 13 wins and 6 losses in the past three months, and several of them were unfortunately defeated.
And his opponent tonight is a very face-to-face guy. Orientals are rare in London, especially Orientals who can speak English fluently. They claim to be travellers and have a good background. They are probably equivalent to British squires. And looking at his hands is not like a guy who has done heavy work, plus his pair is considered healthy, but far from being a strong body, there are not many people who are optimistic about him.
”What the **** is this, is the boss unable to find a decent boxer?”
”I bet he can't hold ten rounds on the anchor, and this poor guy will be carried to the hospital.”
”Ten rounds? I don't think five rounds will work. If this guy knows something, he should kneel for mercy from the start.”
”In that case, I remember the boxer can't get the money ...”
”Rather than making money, it's more realistic to find a way to keep your own life.”
The crowd is talking, and the odds comparison between the two sides is very realistic.
On the one hand, Zhang Heng's odds have risen to one for seven, while the other anchor has only one for 1.09. In other words, pressing one pound on the anchor can only earn two shillings, and even Most people are still on the iron anchor, after all, don't give away money in vain.
Unfortunately, the strength of the small-scale street boxers like this is also limited. Each person's gambling cap is five pounds, which also prevents someone from buying a boxer to secretly manipulate the game. Otherwise, winning by volume is a good way to make money. method.
However, for the vast majority of workers, five pounds is already a considerable amount. It is rare to encounter this kind of risk-free opportunity to make money. Before the boxing match began, people were borrowing money everywhere.
What happened next seemed to prove everyone's vision.
The iron anchor is still the iron anchor. Despite the disadvantages of awkward footwork and not fast punching speed, each punch is full of strength, and it feels a bit like a ten-strike. Under his violent offensive, the poor The Orientals only keep dodging. Even so, they still suffer a few punches, just like breaking a sack.
So far, he has not even had a chance to shoot, and has been completely suppressed.
”Kill him !! Iron anchor, shred him! No such sissy in men's sports!”
”Let him see what a man in England is!”