The boxing match has reached the fourth round, and the atmosphere of the scene has been set to the extreme, and the audience has become more and more frenzied.

In the suspended box on the second floor, Hall sank into the sofa, leisurely playing with wine glasses and watching the ring, a strong black man with big arms as thick as ordinary people's calves was forced into a corner by his opponent and beaten.

Larry stayed by the side, saying a few words from time to time to help him introduce the situation, while Brandon, Luca, and the others stood quietly in the corner.

"We're back."

Connelly excitedly walked into the box and took off his scarf and hat: "The boxing match is so exciting, much more real than what you see in the movie." ”

Picking up a glass of whiskey before the fight began, Larry poured her a pure whiskey drink and took a sip: "Sorry, I'm hoarse and a little thirsty."

Hall admired her beautiful flushed face and quipped, "If you're drunk, Mr. Larry won't be able to explain to your parents." ”

"If I'm drinking with you, I think Jennifer's parents will be at ease." Larry answered, pouring a glass of ice water with his hands.

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Connally smiled coquettishly and took the ice water, "Mr. Larry, I found that the boxing matches here are not as scary as you say, the first few rounds of the fights were won by knockout, and the victorious side gave the opponent a chance to admit defeat. ”

"That's because the audience didn't bet high on them."

Larry thought to himself, but agreed with him: "In fact, the bloodiness of the boxing match is controllable, and everyone is a law-abiding citizen. It's just that you know, the general public has a lot of pressure at work and needs a way to vent in a way that seems rough. This is tacitly acquiesced by the New York State government. ”

The two were discussing the topic of "bloodiness", and after the game ended on stage, the staff quickly cleaned up the bloodstains.

A short, white man with distinctly Slavic appearances and a black man a head taller than him took the stage for the finale of the night's highest-stakes single game.

Brandon whispered a few words to Luca, walked over to Hall and covered his mouth with his hand and said, "Boss, the black player on the stage was the gangster we encountered that night, and he was the one we saw at the charity dinner night." ”

Halton was stunned, and then asked Larry directly, "Why is he here?" ”

"Maybe he wants to make money, and he can get a very big prize if he wins the defender." Larry replied with a big smile.

Hall was silent for a moment, then got up and walked to the floor-to-ceiling window: "How much is the bonus?" ”

"It depends on the level of a single bet, if you win, you can get at least 10,000 dollars." Larry explains.

Hall bowed his head slightly to indicate that he understood, and Larry couldn't guess his mind for a while, and he didn't say anything to avoid saying the wrong thing.

The two stood side by side in front of the floor-to-ceiling window in silence.

In the ring, the referee is making an opening, and the white strong man is bowing his head and sorting out his braces. The blacks jumped in place with exaggerated movements and waved their arms.

"Hugo, don't be nervous, that black player...... It doesn't seem to be in a good mental state, and wasting energy before the fight is a wrong behavior. You should be able to make money on the bets you place. Connor used the common sense he had just learned to help with the analysis.

Hall said with a smile on his face, "No, I just suddenly remembered something else, can you go back to the parking lot and wait for me in the car first." I'm going to have a few words with Mr. Larry, I'll go to you when this game is over, soon. ”

"Okay. I can go out on my own without bodyguards to protect me. ”

Connor didn't understand exactly what was going on, but the experience she had learned in the entertainment industry told her that the young nobleman in front of her needed bodyguards even more now.

Hall said in a relaxed tone: "It is not a gentleman's act to let a lady walk out of such a place alone. ”

Connelly pursed his lips and did not refuse, and under the escort of Monte and the two bodyguards, he simply left the box neatly.

Hall's gaze turned back to the ring, and at this moment the bell officially rang in the ring - the challenger Black Nick, and the defender Red Giant Bear Yingor.

Black Nick has the advantage of height, but his style of play is not routine, and he attacks with Wang Ba punches indiscriminately.

Yin Geor dodged with ease, fighting him for a flaw, and Nick soon ran out of strength and was disorganized on his feet.

Yin Geor got close to the hand-to-hand combat and counterattacked, using wrestling skills to take him to the ground, and then quickly touched it.

Nick used a "naked choke" behind his back, and his two thick arms strangled each other's necks.

A shout rang out from under the ring, even through the floor-to-ceiling windows.

Hall watched in silence as Nick struggled frantically, his mouth wide open, his limbs twitched, and finally his head tilted to one side and hung limply.

Before it was over, Yin Geor took off his gloves with the help of his teeth, pressed Nick's head, and smashed it into a fist with one hand aimed at the back of his head.

Until blood splatters and covers hands.

Yin Geor stood up and raised his arms in the air, and the hall rang out with the strongest scream of cheer of the night.

Hall opened his mouth, beckoned to take the cigarette from Brandon's hand and lit it, exhaled the smoke deeply, and said, "This way of breaking the 'fourth wall' is great, and I really feel like the godfather of the New York gangster of Once Upon a Time in America." ”

"It's an honor to be recognized by you." Larry breathed a sigh of relief as the eerie silence in the box vanished.

Hall laughed, "Can you tell me your age?" ”

"Well, I was born in 1945."

"In terms of age, in my forties, you can indeed treat me like a child."

“…… Sorry, Mr. Hall, I didn't understand what you meant, did you misunderstand something? Larry said with a blank expression.

Hall sighed, "I'm giving you a chance because I appreciate people who work hard, not your abilities. I reminded you just at the door, right? But you still treat me as a child, like a clumsy actor who completes the plot one by one, what do you want to achieve?

Let me see how much trouble with dirty hands can your energy help me with? Or, want to bind me through a criminal boxing match? ”

Larry's Adam's apple twitched, and he spread his hands: "No, Mr. Hall, please forgive an art broker who wants to do everything in his power to behave in front of you, hoping to be recognized. I have a lot of respect for you and there is no malice in any way. ”

Hall didn't reply, his eyes were fixed on the ring, and at this point the boxing match was over, and the audience had vented enough energy and gradually left the ring.

In the ring, several staff members are trained to clean up and carry away the black man, Nick.

A few minutes later, in a dimly lit fighter lounge.

A Nigo said with a flattering expression: "Under normal circumstances, corpses cannot be carried into the lounge, and many fighters are unlucky. Every time there is a Defend Challenge like this, we will provide free insurance for both participants......"

Brandon took out a $20 tip, and he instantly shut up and said no more. _o_m

"It's his stuff?"

Hall picked up a thick gold necklace from a pair of ripped jeans and a hooded sweatshirt: "Why is it still fading?" ”

"50 cents a piece, that's it. Under normal circumstances, it shouldn't fade, but he's worn it for too long, and it looks like he's soaked in water, so it's more troublesome to keep than the real thing......" Nigo babbled to introduce the big man in front of him.

Hall walked over to Nick lying on the ground with the gold necklace, crouched down, and with great force broke his fingers one by one, shoved the gold necklace for 50 cents into his palm.

Standing up, he asked, "What's his name?" ”

"Nick...... Without a surname, he is called Nick. Larry replied.

"Good." Hall patted him on the shoulder with a bloodstained hand, "I don't mind if you have malicious intent. Because I'm with you, I'm with Nick, we're two species that aren't reproductively isolated.

You can always be like him and act as a challenger. But before that, when I stand up, you need to prostrate. ”

The so-called aristocracy, etiquette and glory are for the same kind, and there is only biological instinct for other species.

Larry bowed his head, "Yes, Mr. Hall. ”

"Call me, Your Excellency."

"Yes, Lord Hall!"

"I'll tell you the grapevine, the boxing game here will soon be tacitly accepted by the New York State government." Hall said lightly.

Larry constricted and lowered his head again.

Hale used what he knew from his memory to clear New York of the prophetic message of the gangster family in the early nineties, and then turned and walked out.

In New York in December, the night is cold and windy.

Connery sat in the car, glancing out the door of the underground ring.

mouth, seeing a group of people walking towards this side, he hurriedly got out of the car to greet him, and greeted him happily in a happy tone: "You are finally out of ......"

Hall suddenly reached out to hug her, his head buried in her chest, sniffing the almost completely evaporated cedarwood perfume base notes.

The warmth and quietness of the cedar woody scent washed away the smell of blood.

After a long time, Connery asked, "Are you okay?" ”

"I'm fine. Sorry, Miss Connery, for soiling your clothes. _o_m Hall let go of her apologetic words.

Connery shook his head, "I don't like it when you call me Miss Connery. ”

"Okay, Miss Jennifer."

"It's Jennifer!".