Chapter 284 Jian Heng lying on the gun

   Fatty was followed by two young men, one with a pair of boxing gloves on his shoulders. The two looked like standard cowboys in terms of their attire, but now they looked like Fatty's henchmen.

   "Jason, you actually punched a girl!"

   At this time, I don’t know who suddenly said such a sentence, so there was a burst of laughter in the whole bar.

   The fat man didn't pay attention, but stared straight at the barley and wheat in front of Batai, his gaze wandered over the two women, and he became a little confused.

   This kind of confusion is not the kind of squinting, but the kind of confused eyes, it seems that he doesn't know who he is dating with him.

   Sure enough, the fat man asked the two sisters, "Which one of you will fight me?"

  Xiaomai didn't know what to say, and she slandered in her heart: This person is not only ugly, but also has a bad brain. I can't tell the difference between my clothes and Alison's clothes? And I haven't changed my clothes in this spare time.

How did Mai Mai know that when the fat man saw her, the seven souls had already lost six, and he was staring at her face eagerly, but Wang Yi noticed what clothes she was wearing, even if he paid attention to it, the screen only flashed for a moment Fatty's IQ would not notice this.

   "Me!" Xiaomai pointed to her nose, then pointed to Damai and said, "She has a boyfriend and didn't you see it?"

   The fat man glanced at Jian Heng, then shook his head, and began to mutter: "Why do beautiful women like foreigners now!"

   Fatty's muttering happened just when the bar was quiet, so everyone present heard his words clearly.

   "You don't want me to fight, do you?" Jian Heng smiled at the fat man and said.

  Jian Heng understands that for a group of cowboys, face is sometimes very important, just like what we Chinese say is to live with face, and what men look at is spirit.

  Now the fat man's voice is actually a provocation, Jian Heng naturally has to respond, otherwise no one around here thinks that Jian Heng is graceful, and everyone must think that Jian Heng is a coward.

   "If we win him, does our bet count?" The fat man stretched out his finger, pointing at Jian Heng and asked Mai.

  When Xiaomai heard this, he burst into laughter from the bottom of his heart, suppressed his laughter, and gave Jian Heng a serious look, even pretending to be embarrassed.

"this…"

  All the students in the bar heard that the fat man would not fight with Mai Mai, and planned to take Jian Heng as a new target, and all of them looked at the fat man with stupid eyes. Although everyone has never seen Jian Heng punching, everyone knows the terrifying power hidden in Jian Heng's body.

   Everyone doesn't like Evan, but they all understand that two Evans may not be able to beat Jian Heng. As a quasi-professional boxer, it is definitely not difficult for Evan to beat this fat man.

   Besides, a person who can turn over a huge tractor and lift a wheel to the level of a Hercules is the one you, a pure fat man, can beat?

  Everyone thinks that if a fat man wants to do more than Jian Heng, he must at least replace most of his body fat with muscle. Now, the fat man is purely a beating.

  It's a pity that Fatty doesn't think so. He thinks that he is six to seven points sure of winning against Mai, but he is very sure against Jian Heng.

In fact, the reason why fat people look down on Jian Heng is mainly because Jian Heng's muscles are not obvious. Typically, if you take off your clothes, you will have muscles, and you will look thinner when you put on clothes. On the surface, he looks like an ordinary person, nothing more than a little strong.

  This is a pastoral area, full of cowboys, the matter of health is not worth mentioning at all, so Fatty Lin saw the intimacy between Damai and Jian Heng, and turned his target to Jian Heng.

  While watching the ghosts of Mai Mai, Jian Heng thought to himself: What the hell, I came here to watch the excitement, but now I have been shot. You are really good at picking people!

   "Okay!" Xiaomai said in an uncertain tone.

   Fatty didn't suspect it was a fraud, and asked directly: "If you can do it, you can do it, if you can't do it, you can't do it!"

   "Okay!" Mai Mai gritted her teeth.

  Xiaomai's performance almost drove a group of students crazy with laughter in their hearts, and finally one of them couldn't help but burst out laughing.

  The man laughed and immediately covered his mouth: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry!"

   "One-on-one! Hit the other party until they lie down or admit defeat." The fat man raised his chin at Jian Heng.

   "It won't be changed again, right?" Jian Heng continued to hold Barley's hand, and asked with a smile at the fat man.

   The fat man shook his head: "That's it!"

   After speaking, he said to Jian Heng: "I'll wait for you outside!"

   After finishing speaking, he pushed the door and walked out with his two little followers without looking back.

Jian Heng let go of Damai's hand, took off the gloves from his shoulders, threw one into Damai's arms, and then tucked the remaining one under his armpit, took out the strap from his pocket and put it on his hand Started to get tangled up.

Many fitness people have seen the bandage. It is a cloth belt with a width of 6cm and a length of about four meters. There is a logo on one end and a loop on the other end. The loop is placed on the thumb and then tied. There is a set of professional The binding method is to make the fist tighter and more comfortable.

   Jian Heng wrapped it very quickly. When he got to the door, he had already wrapped one hand. When he got outside, he stood still for about a minute, and the other hand was also wrapped.

  Balley and Wheat helped Jian Heng put the gloves on one by one.

  Jian Heng was about to say something, when he heard Mai raise his hands up: "Bet, bet, this one pays two, and the other side pays one point five...".

Hearing Mai Mai's yelling, several black lines hung on Jian Heng's forehead: I was about to fight with someone, and the cause of the incident was my sister-in-law, who suddenly changed her face and sat up. coming!

   "I buy five, bet Jason wins"

   "I'm fast, bet Gene won't last five minutes!"

At the beginning, all the bets were made by the nearby 'old neighbors'. Some of them knew Jian Heng and thought that what Jian Heng looked like a few years ago was at most better now. As for the body shaping ranch run by Jian Heng, no one had much Think, and many of them also understand that fitness and boxing are two different things.

There are also some people who come here to hunt wolves or to find news. These people are either white or black. It is impossible for these outsiders to choose Jian Heng in terms of skin color or physical condition. Naturally, they chose the fat white man. .

More than half of the people in the bar rushed to place bets. Of course, only a small number of Jian Heng won, and almost all of them were students or people from the ranch. Most of the alcoholics who usually come here are overwhelmed. The tall fat man over there.

  This kind of small bet made by Americans is really a small gamble. It is of the nature of playing tickets. For example, almost all of them are five dollars or ten dollars this time, and only one or two people bet twenty dollars.

  To be honest, if you spend some time in the United States and live in white areas and places where Chinese gather, you will find a problem, that is, Chinese people like to gamble.

  As long as Chinese people gather, there are people who gamble. Even in small parks where Chinese people gather in New York, where there are a few stools at a table, or even an open space, you can see Chinese gamblers gather there.

  Jian Heng does not object to ticket-like gambling, but he is opposed to such gambling. This is what Jian Heng believes is a very bad habit in some Chinese people: addicted to gambling.

   There are naturally gamblers among Americans, but in general, it is rare to see groups of people who love gambling all day long in white gathering areas. Then go to the well-known blocking field in the world to see, and the most frequently seen are the East Asian faces, and the Chinese are the most.

   "Hey! Do you still want to fight?!" The fat man saw that Jian Heng was stupefied, so he hammered the glove of his right hand with the glove of his left hand, and asked Jian Heng loudly at the same time.

What's the temperature now? It's minus eighty-nine degrees. The fat man is only wearing a football jersey, while Jian Heng is still wearing his coat. Jian Heng is not cold. wind!

   "Hit!" Jian Heng came back to his senses and replied.

   "Take off your clothes, in case something is hidden in your clothes!" said a cowboy next to the fat man.

   Jian Heng had no choice but to take off his coat again, revealing the black twill shirt inside.

  While waiting for Jian Heng to put on the gloves again, Mai Mai over there happily collected the money, holding a pile of bills in his hand and waving at Jian Heng.

   Shaking his head helplessly, Jian Heng took two steps forward, and after only two steps forward, he stood in the circle surrounded by everyone.

"come on! Come on!"

  A group of spectators immediately cheered up their respective bettors.

   Judging from the scene, Jian Heng's momentum is obviously weaker.

The fat man was very aggressive. When he saw Jian Heng entered the circle, he put his hands in front of his face and pushed towards Jian Heng. When he moved in front of Jian Heng and was about a punch away, he waved his fist and greeted Jian Heng. When he came up, there was no intention of probing at all, and it seemed that Jian Heng was determined by this posture.

  Jian Heng flinched to avoid the fat man's fist, and when he stood up again, he made an uppercut with his left hand, followed by a straight punch with his right hand, and went straight to the fat man's face.

   Fatty couldn't react to Jian Heng's speed. When Fatty wanted to hide, Jian Heng's fist had already reached his face. When he felt his head buzzing, Jian Heng's right fist had already reached.

Snapped! Snapped!

   Two punches directly hit the fat man's face. With Jian Heng's speed and strength, how could a mortal fat man be able to resist, he straightened up and leaned back, and fell to the ground with a slap.

   This fight came suddenly, and it went just as suddenly, and it took only one round to win or lose.

   "Huh!"

  Everyone present took a deep breath, even those who pressed Jian Heng to win did not expect Jian Heng to win so cleanly.

  The fat man on the ground opened his eyes wide, his nose was bleeding, and his face looked bewildered. After regaining his senses, he stared straight at Jian Heng, as if he saw a ghost.

   "Bruce Lee!"

   Someone in the crowd took a breath and called out Bruce Lee's name.

  For Americans, Bruce Lee’s influence is really too great, especially for Americans in their 30s and 40s, the first thing that comes to mind when mentioning a powerful Chinese is Bruce Lee.

  (end of this chapter)