The alley behind the owl tavern is lively every night.

In this era, there is no Douyin Weibo to brush, and they can't be keyboard warriors, and entertainment activities are limited, especially for these lower classes of society, they can't play golf like those gentlemen and ladies, or go to the ball, and they can't understand the elegant things in the theater.

In contrast, it is still boxing, which is a pure sport, that is more favored by them.

The collision of muscles and muscles, blood and sweat fly together, this is the romance that belongs to men, if you press a little money, it will be even more exciting.

In fact, it was not only the workers, but even the wealthy who enjoyed the sport, and there were also well-dressed men with canes and hats, waving pounds in their hands.

The crowd of onlookers formed a circle, automatically vacating the middle spot for the two protagonists tonight.

One of them is a strong man working in the shipyard, with bulging muscles in both arms, and body hair on his chest that looks like he is wearing a sweater,—— Iron Anchor Quinn, named after the tattoo on his right arm, is a regular in the underground boxing arena, with a 13-6 record in the last three months, and several of those defeats.

And his opponent tonight is a very raw guy, Oriental people are rare in London, especially the Oriental who can speak fluent English, his person claims to be a traveler, from a good background, probably equivalent to an English squire, and his hands do not look like a guy who has done heavy work, plus his appearance is healthy, but far from a strong body, there are not many people who are optimistic about him.

"What the hell is this, the boss can't find a decent fighter anymore?"

"I bet he won't be able to hold up on the iron anchor's hand for ten rounds, and this poor guy will be carried to the hospital."

"Ten rounds? I don't think it will be used for five rounds, and this guy should have knelt down and begged for mercy in the first place. ”

"In that case, I think the fighters won't get paid......

"Compared with making money, it's more realistic to find a way to save your life first."

The crowd was talking, and the odds comparison between the two sides was realistic.

On one side, Zhang Heng's odds have jumped to one to seven, while on the other side, the iron anchor is only one to one and nine, in other words, pressing one pound on the iron anchor can only earn less than two shillings, and even so, the vast majority of people still press on the iron anchor, after all, the money given away for nothing should not be in vain.

It's a pity that the strength of a small-scale street boxing tournament like this is also limited, and the gambling fee is capped at five pounds per person, which also avoids the occurrence of someone buying the boxer to secretly manipulate the game, otherwise winning by volume is also a good way to make money.

But for the vast majority of workers, five pounds is a lot of money, and it's rare to come across this kind of risk-free opportunity to make money, and there are people borrowing money everywhere before the fight even begins.

And what happened next seems to prove that everyone is looking for it.

The iron anchor is still the iron anchor, although it has the shortcomings of clumsy footsteps and not fast enough punching, but every punch is powerful, quite a bit of a force to drop ten times, under his violent offensive, the poor Oriental man on the opposite side only has the share of constantly dodging, even so he still received a few punches, like a broken sack.

And so far, he has not even had a chance to make a move, and he has been completely suppressed.

"Kill him!! Iron anchor, tear him apart! There is no need for this kind of sissy in men's sports! ”

"Let him see what an English gentleman is!"

The cheers of the crowd also seemed to inject new strength into Tie Anchor's body, and even the originally clumsy movements became brisk, Zhang Heng took two more punches, and it didn't seem that the situation was very good.

The onlookers suddenly burst into cheers, and Holmes on the side wanted to laugh, so far Zhang Heng has been beaten throughout the whole process, no matter how he looks at it, it doesn't look like he can win, but only those who know how to see that Zhang Heng's few punches are actually not very injured.

The speed of the iron anchor is indeed very slow, Zhang Heng has already set up his arms before his fist falls, protecting him in front of the vital point, so he is indeed at a disadvantage on the scene, but it is only backward on the field.

Zhang Heng's breath has not changed much from beginning to end, and his steps are not chaotic at all, on the other hand, the iron anchor who has the upper hand has begun to gasp for breath,—— lack of stamina, which is also a common problem of all power fighters.

Especially before he snatched another wave of attacks amid the cheers of the audience, at the cost of slower times after the peak of adrenaline passed.

It's almost time to fight back.

Sherlock Holmes thought to himself, and then saw that Zhang Heng really moved, this time in the face of Iron Anchor's fist, Zhang Heng did not choose to parry again, but took a half step forward, and avoided this punch with a slight deviation of his head, and at this time Iron Anchor's eyes also flashed a touch of panic, as a boxer, of course he knew how bad his situation was at the moment, his punch was so energetic, it was impossible to take it back halfway.

At the same time, his chest was wide open, and it was not a good sign to be approached at this time.

But he soon settled down on his mind again, what about being close to him, judging from the previous fight between the two, the opponent's strength was very limited, and the iron anchor regained his confidence with the idea of "taking a punch first, but maybe he can take this opportunity to catch the other party, and then take the opportunity to end this long overdue match".

"It's not a good habit to underestimate your opponents." Holmes touched his chin and sighed.

Then I saw that Zhang Heng's punch had hit Tie Anchor's cheek.

This punch hurt more than expected, one of the iron anchor's teeth was directly knocked down, and with blood beads, it flew into the air, but the latter finally resisted the blow with his strong physique and did not fall, so the plot should not be too different from before.

Then it was his turn to fight back.

Iron Anchor thought that his other hand was already clenched into a fist, as long as this punch hit Zhang Heng's head, he was confident that he would directly knock this Oriental man to the ground.

But before he could swing his hand out, he was punched in the right cheek.

So fast?! The iron anchor was directly hit by this punch, and he stumbled under his feet, and the strength that he had finally saved up was also a few thousand miles.

However, this was not the end, and then Zhang Heng hit his ears with his palms again, and the otoliths in the semicircular canals that controlled the balance of the body were stimulated, and the iron anchor immediately staggered like drunk.

Now he doesn't even walk staggeringly, and his head is a mess of mush.

Zhang Heng naturally did not let go of this opportunity, and finally ended this long but not dangerous battle with an uppercut.

Iron Anchor's massive body fell to the ground in response.

At this moment, all the cheers and shouts disappeared, the surrounding audience seemed to be suddenly choked by the neck, the alley fell into a strange silence, those wide open mouths, waving handkerchiefs, all frozen in mid-air, people opened their eyes, as if they could not accept the sudden reversal in front of them.

I don't understand why the iron anchor, which has always had the upper hand, will be knocked down by this clean man in the end.