London.

Of the major cities in the UK, Glasgow is almost the northernmost and London is almost the southernmost, with a distance of more than 500 kilometres.

At the speed of trains in this era, it takes more than 10 hours to make a trip, even if you don't take into account the time of stops and transfers.

In fact, this bumpy journey became the longest train Ma Whistle had ever ridden, and he had never been on a train for twenty or thirty hours in a row, either in his previous or present life.

When I arrived in London, it was early in the morning, and the fog that filled the streets gave the horse whistle a little taste of the "fog capital".

It's only slightly.

Later, the smoke incident, which everyone knew about, caused the deaths of thousands of Britons, and the world was shocked.

In 1848, the Second Industrial Revolution was just beginning, and London's smog was not so exaggerated.

However, Ma Whistle was not sure how hot the haze was, so he still put on a mask and asked everyone else in his company to wear it.

Thanks to the spread of advanced hygiene knowledge among the Apache tribes, Ma Whistle's subordinates are happy to wear masks.

Of course, even if they don't understand, they won't question the horse's decision.

Thomson was a little puzzled, pointing to Ma Whistle's face and the mask handed over, and couldn't help but ask, "Why are you wearing this thing?" ”

"For the health of our respiratory tract." Ma Whistle explained, "These smog are essentially a kind of dust, and of course less inhalation is better. ”

Thomson was obviously unimpressed and smiled: "Maybe, but this is too much fuss!" ”

"You know, the fog in London is a big sight, and the first thing some people who come to London do is take a deep breath and taste it." He said again.

Thomson was telling the truth.

As the absolute core of the British Empire, London, the world's largest city, can be described as "sacred" in the minds of many people.

In such a sacred city, a fart is fragrant, and a group of people come over to suck it.

Later generations said that the air in the United States is sweet, but this is nothing at all.

At this time, and for the next hundred years, London was even sweet with smog.

Ignorant people choose to succumb to sensual romantic experiences and worship the dopamine secreted in their own skulls, and for them, it is the greatest privilege to be able to inhale the smog of London.

"I know a nice hotel, come with me." "We'll have to stay there for a few days, and when Joule arrives, we'll leave for Cambridge together." ”

"Okay." The horse whistle nodded.

Immediately, under the leadership of Thomson, everyone stayed in a hotel that was not luxurious but quite comfortable.

Then Thomson went out to visit friends.

Ma Whistle and the others stayed at the hotel to wait for him to come back, and also waited for Joule to arrive, and in addition, sometimes they would go out for a walk.

Ma Whistle originally thought that with his amazing size, most of the troubles would be strangled in the cradle.

The very few who have not been stifled should also be presented in a more obscure and restrained form, and no one wants to have a physical conflict with a strong man of more than 200 catties.

However, as it turned out, the horse whistle was wrong.

In other words, London, a megacity with a population of more than two million, is really full of talent.

On the morning of his third day in London, he left the hotel with Dr. Mayo and Ranpha to a nearby bookstore.

Unexpectedly, just as I passed through a somewhat remote street, an unkind voice came from behind me: "Hey, that yellow-skinned monkey!" ”

Ma Whistle frowned, turned his head to look, and then saw several men walking towards him.

Among the few people, except for a middle-aged man with a beard in a suit and leather shoes, he looked quite decent, and the rest were basically dressed as hooligans, disheveled, and hanging.

The one who spoke out was the bald man in his twenties, who was not tall, but he was quite strong, especially with a thick neck.

The bald man had a scar on his face, and when he spoke, he showed a half-broken front tooth, and he had obviously experienced a lot of brawls and looked a little vicious.

"Yellow-skinned monkey, where did you come from?" The bald man was not afraid of the unusually strong-looking horse whistle, and used the malicious word again.

Ma Sentry looked at him condescendingly: "If I were a monkey, what would you be, little one?" ”

For men, the word little guy is obviously more intolerable.

The bald man said angrily, walked up to him in a few steps, and pointed, "What did you say! ”

His hooligan friends also laughed and coaxed: "Hahaha, his name is little guy Abe." ”

"Abe, if I were you, I would never be able to bear it!"

"Give him some color and show him how good you are!"

"Abe, beat him hard! Ward must want you to do that! ”

"Abe?" Hearing this name, Ma Whistle couldn't help but smile, and naturally had some associations.

When he laughed, Abe suddenly became even more annoyed, and immediately put on one side of his body in a posture similar to boxing.

Seeing this action, Ma Whistle probably understood why Abe dared to speak disrespectfully to himself, it seems that most of them have practiced some boxing, and may even be a master.

It may sound strange that a street gangster is a boxer.

But at this point, it's really quite possible.

At this time, boxing was far from becoming a regulated sport, it was basically illegal, entangled with street fights, and boxing matches were completely a gathering place for gambling and corruption, almost notorious.

For a boxing master, big men are really not that scary.

However, Ma Whistle is not a stupid big man, after a long period of practice and exploration in the army, Apache military body boxing has become a mature combat fighting technique.

At least much more mature than boxing from this period.

Abe struck a boxing-like pose, but the details were very different, with his legs straightened and his head held high, far from the standard standing style of later generations, and even a little funny.

"Great Chief, he's a boxer, I think we'd better not mess with him." Mayo whispered.

"In fact, I'd love to learn a little bit about the sport in the UK." "It seems to be illegal?" ”

"Nominally, yes." "But it's actually so popular that even some of the aristocracy gambles on underground boxing." ”

"Everyone knows it's a dirty activity, violence, bloodshed, death, gambling, match-fixing, blatant foul plays...... But there are still many people who are addicted to it. ”

Ma Sentry nodded, then waved at Abe: "I hope your pride is not arrogant." ”

"I'll make you kneel on the ground and beg for mercy!" Abe snorted.

Before the words fell, he started with a left jab!