The iron door of the bathroom was kicked by a huge force, and the broken door, which had fallen into disrepair, fell to the ground with a thud.

"The degree of deformation is 25 percent, and the striking force is about 160 kilograms...... It's not bad......" Fan Chen calculated in his heart as he looked at the deformed door lying on the ground.

For everything in this world, Fan Chen couldn't stop his calculations for a moment.

From his own hair and eyebrows, to the nose height and bust of the beauties on the road, from the Mercedes-Benz car to the running puppy, Fan Chen's world is a world of numbers and a world of precise calculations.

This ability earned him the title of a child prodigy, and he never struggled from elementary school to graduate school, which gave him a decent job with a good income, but it also brought him endless troubles.

However, he can't remember these troubles from his previous life for the time being, and now he has new troubles in front of him.

As the door was kicked open, the bathroom was entered by a large white man in a white shirt and black jacket, chewing gum, next to a Puerto Rican man with a steel pole, not so burly but very tall, with a shallow scar on his left eye, and a fierce look.

But the real main man is standing behind the two, a middle-aged white man in a gray striped suit, somewhat balding, but with a very lush beard.

He was a little fat, but not weak, his eyes were calm and fierce, he glanced at Fan Chen, then looked at the door on the ground, and said, "Leon, Frank bet 100,000 US dollars in this boxing match, 100,000 ...... A rag boxing match, $100,000 can buy this hellish place. And you, ruined this boxing match. Obviously, you're going to say goodbye to this wonderful world......"

As soon as the bald fat man finished speaking, his hand had already touched the gun on his waist, and a huge fist suddenly approached his eyes.

The bald fat man, who had also been beaten by old punches on the streets, wanted to dodge but it was too late, and the fist hit him in the face, and an irresistible soreness came up with tears, snot, and blood.

“Fuck！” The bald fat man yelled, he didn't understand how Fox Leon, a ninth-rate boxer in the down-and-out bar boxing ring, could have such a swift skill.

I don't understand what kind of bear-hearted leopard guts he ate, daring to beat him, the number one thug under Frank.

The bald fat man was originally standing behind his subordinates, and Fan Chen was separated from him by two people, but he rushed forward and smashed his nose with his fist before he was stopped and hugged.

Just as the fat man was covering his nose and screaming, the white man and the Puerto Rican had also been knocked to the ground by Fan Chen.

The two thugs originally wanted to use a hug to put down Fan Chen, who pounced on him, but Fan Chen's fist still hit the bald fat man, and at the same time hit the white man's temple with his left elbow, even if a cow was hit like this, it fell.

As soon as the Puerto Rican steel pipe man raised his hand to wave the steel pipe, he was kicked in the crotch by Fan Chen and rolled on the ground in pain.

In five seconds, Fan Chen solved the three people, and when the bald fat man was talking nonsense to him, he had already planned all this, and it was exactly the same.

"Don't talk nonsense before pulling out a gun in the future." Fan Chen said to the bald fat man who was still covering his nose, and after speaking, he kicked him to the ground in the stomach and pulled a pistol from his waist.

"Colt 1911, high-power pistol ......" Fan Chen looked at this pistol and knew that it was extraordinary, but he did not take it down, but threw it to the ground and smashed the barrel of the gun.

For Fan Chen, carrying a gun doesn't make him safer.

At this time, there was still a lot of noise in the bar, and people didn't know anything about what was going on in the bathroom.

The ring has been removed, and a non-existent bar fight will leave nothing but Leon's fatal punch that impresses some of the audience.

Of course, there is also Frank's $100,000, the mid-level leader of the Irish gang in Boston's South Side, who has been the first to receive the news that his $100,000 has been lost.

$100,000 is a small matter, but a big face, because the result of this boxing match was set by Frankne, for which he forgave Fox Leon of his $2,500 gambling debt.

As a result, this "hopeless gambling stick" actually put him in the ring, and knocked down his opponent with a counterattack at the last moment.

Losing face, Frank immediately called and asked his right-hand man, Mark Willis, who was on the scene, to deal with the matter.

But he soon got the news that Leon Fox had run away!

Frank couldn't imagine how Mark Willis, who had a gun and two thugs, could let this guy run away, and in a fit of rage, he immediately demanded that all his men go out and catch this guy who was playing with him.

"I'm going to give him a taste of his teeth and being thrown into the Atlantic." This is Frank's harsh words to Fox Leon.

While Frank was gritting his teeth, Fan Chen had already left the bar called "The Dramatist" on E Street in Boston's South Side, wearing a jumper with a hat, and quietly slipped into the night alone.

Walking through the streets of this city, the memories in my mind are drilling into Fan Chen's soul little by little, everything about this Fox Leon, and everything about this city.

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Fox Leon, born in 1972, was the son of a Chinese laborer who married a Portland miner and gave birth to Leon's grandfather.

Leon's grandfather later moved to New York with his parents, where he met his grandmother, a French-American actress, who fell in love during World War II and gave birth to Leon's father, Matthews Leon.

In the early '60s, as a young man, Matthews became a hippie and met Leon's mother, Amata Gian, a passionate restaurant waitress from Puerto Rico, D.C., at an anti-Vietnam War march.

The two quickly fell in love and eventually chose to settle in Boston, giving birth to Fox Leon Jr. in the spring of 1972.

However, the couple soon parted ways due to discord in life, and after the parents divorced, Leon Jr. lived with his mother, while Matthews Leon was addicted to gambling, and in 1977, because of gambling debts, he was killed by the boss of Boston's South Side, the big boss above Frank, the notorious James Barger.

That winter, Matthews' body was found on the rocky beach of Port Alder, his teeth in his mouth crushed to pieces.

The misfortune didn't stop, and in 1986, Leon's mother, Gyan, was killed in a car accident on the night of the Boston Celtics' championship and was killed after an ambulance was delayed by a celebration parade, leaving 13-year-old Fox Leon alone.

Since then, little Leon has been fostered in a childless couple's home, and his stepfather and stepmother treat him well, but the discipline is not strict, and Leon during the rebellious period soon gets mixed with some street gangsters.

He didn't go to college, he mixed in a degree at a community college, became a member of his school's boxing team with his strong body, and made his mark in the Boston bar ring.

However, his boxing talent was limited to that, and soon he followed in his father's footsteps and became addicted to gambling and had to start playing fake boxing.

Tonight was another fake fight for Leon, who could have lost the first three rounds, but his opponent, Kleiman "The Iron Head" Kleiman, had an old grudge against him, and he did everything in the ring to beat Leon to a bruised nose and swollen face.

The long-term fake boxing match had already left Leon with nothing to show for himself, but the little pride he had left in his heart made him decide to hold on until the final round when he fell.

However, Kleiman's heavy punch made Leon staggering and confused, and after a heavy punch that hit the eye, Leon completely lost consciousness, and Fan Chen's consciousness burrowed into his brain, replacing the original soul.

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Fan Chen's mind recalled these past events and tonight's strange events, a cold wind blew, he had goosebumps, and he couldn't help but look up.

A city that is both strange and familiar, strange to Fan Chen and familiar to Fox Leon.

Boston, one of the oldest cities in the United States, is located in Massachusetts in the northeast, and the nights in April can still be chilly.

However, Fan Chen's mind was as calm as the night wind, he didn't walk around after leaving the bar, he sorted out the broken memories in his mind, and analyzed the beginning and end of the matter and the solution to the problem according to the information he had.

The punch in the ring was completely subconscious by Fan Chen, he didn't know how to punch, but his observation was too outstanding, and Kleiman's movements were slow motion in his eyes.

The movements of the bald white man and the two thugs were also completely under his control, although Leon's body had been abandoned for many years, the foundation was still there, and with Fan Chen's superb consciousness, it was more than enough to deal with five or six ordinary people at the same time.

But Fan Chen also knew that the next thing he would face was the pursuit of the Boston gangsters, and their weapons would not be fists, but guns. Fan Chen is not Neo, there is no way to dodge bullets.

He didn't want to be on the streets, thrown into the Atlantic Ocean with his teeth smashed like his "father", or live a life of hiding in Tibet.

Fan Chen's brain was running rapidly, fully mobilizing the fresh memories in his mind and searching for useful information from them.

Soon, he thought of a place where a gang last wanted to go, and where he would be well protected.

However, before going to this place, Fan Chen still needs to do something to get the qualification to enter.