Next to the fat man were two young men, one with a pair of boxing gloves on his shoulder, and the two looked like standard cowboys in terms of dress, but now they looked like fat man's henchmen.

"Jason, you're actually boxing with a girl!"

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

The fat man didn't care, but looked directly at the barley and wheat in front of Batai, and his eyes wandered over the two women's bodies for a while, and then he became a little confused.

This kind of confusion is not the kind of lust, but the kind of eyes that are quite confused, as if he doesn't know who he is dating with.

Sure enough, the fat man asked the two sisters, "Which of you fights with me?" ”

Wheat didn't know what to say, and said in his heart: This person is not only ugly, but also has a bad brain, and he doesn't see such a big difference between himself and Alison's clothes? And I haven't changed my clothes in this time.

Where did Wheat know that when the fat man saw her, the seven souls had already lost six, and he looked at her face with his eyes, and where did he know what clothes she was wearing, even if he paid attention to the picture, it only flashed, and with the fat man's IQ, where would he notice this.

"Me!" Wheat pointed to her nose, then pointed to Big Mac and said, "She has a boyfriend who doesn't see it?" ”

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

The fat man's muttering happened to be when the bars were quiet, so this sentence was heard by everyone present.

"You're not going to want me to fight, are 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 we Chinese say that living is a face, and what the man looks at is a spirit.

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

"If we beat him, does our bet count?" The fat man stretched out his finger and pointed at Jian Heng and asked at the wheat.

When Mai heard this, he was about to laugh crazy in his heart, he couldn't hold back his laughter, and glanced at Jian Heng with a straight face, and he actually pretended to be embarrassed on his face.

"This ......"

All the students in the bar heard that the fat man was not fighting with the wheat and was about to take Jian Heng as a new target, and everyone looked at the fat man with a stupid look. Although no one had ever seen Jian Heng box, everyone knew the terrifying power contained in Jian Heng's body.

Everyone doesn't like Evan, but they all understand that the two Evan may not have beaten Jian Heng, and Evan, as a quasi-professional boxer, must not be difficult to beat this fat man.

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

Everyone thinks that if a fat man wants to do more than Jian Heng, he must at least replace most of his fat with muscles first, and now, the fat man is purely a beaten goods.

It's a pity that the fat man doesn't think so, he thinks that he has six or seven points to win against wheat, but he is very sure of Jian Heng.

In fact, the reason why the fat man looks down on Jian Heng is mainly because the muscles on Jian Heng's body are not obvious, the typical stripped has muscles, and he looks thin when he wears clothes, and now in this weather, Jian Heng even puts on a down jacket, and from the outside, he is completely an ordinary person, nothing more than a little strong.

This is a pastoral area, there are cowboys everywhere, and the matter of being strong is not worth talking about at all, so the fat man Lin saw the intimacy between Damai and Jian Heng, and turned his target to Jian Heng.

Jian Heng looked at the wheat as a ghost, and said in his heart: "Damn, I originally came to see the excitement, but now I have become a lying gun, you dead white fat man is really good at picking people!"

"Okay!" Wheat came in an uncertain tone.

When the fat man heard this, he didn't suspect that there was fraud, and asked directly: "Okay is okay, no is no way!" ”

"Okay!" Wheat 'gritted his teeth'.

Wheat's performance directly made a group of students laugh crazy in their hearts, and finally one of them couldn't help but laugh out loud.

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

"One-on-one! hit the other party to lie down or admit defeat," the fat man raised his chin at Jian Heng.

"Won't it be changed again?" Jian Heng continued to hold Damai'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 speaking, he pushed the door and walked out with his two little followers without looking back.

Jian Heng let go of Big Mai's hand, took the fist glove directly from his shoulder, threw one into Big Mackrie's arms, and then the remaining one was caught under his armpit, took out the strap from his pocket and began to wrap it around his hand.

Strap this thing has been seen by many fitness people, it is a cloth strap with a width of 6cm and a length of about four meters, with a logo at one end, and a ferrule at the other end, the ferrule is put on the thumb and then begins to tie, there is a set of professional binding methods, in order to make the fist tighter and more comfortable.

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

Big Barley and Wheat helped Jian Heng bring the boxing gloves one by one.

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

Hearing Mai shouting like this, several black lines suddenly hung up on Jian Heng's head: he was about to fight with someone, and the cause of the incident was still his sister-in-law, and his sister-in-law changed her face in an instant and began to sit up!

"I'll buy five bucks and bet on Jason to win"

"I'm blocking ten fast, betting that Jean won't last five minutes!"

At the beginning, the bets were all on the nearby 'old neighbors', some of them knew Jian Heng, and thought that what Jian Heng looked like a few years ago, now it is a little better at most, as for the body shaping ranch run by Jian Heng, no one thought much about it, and many of them also understand that fitness and boxing are two different things.

There are also some people who come here to either fight wolves or find news, these people are either white or black, these outsiders cannot choose Jian Heng in terms of skin color or physical condition, so they naturally choose white fat people.

Most of the people in the bar rushed to place bets, of course, Jian Heng won a few, almost all of them were students or people from the ranch, and most of the drunkards who usually came here were on the side of the tall and fat man.

This kind of small gamble of the Americans is really a small bet, and it is in the nature of playing tickets, such as almost all five dollars and ten dollars this time, and only one or two people have pressed twenty dollars.

To be honest, if you mix in the United States for a few days and have lived in both white areas and Chinese places, you will find a problem, that is, Chinese are good at gambling.

As long as there are Chinese people gambling, even in the small park where Chinese gather in New York, a table and a few stools, or even directly an open space, you can see Chinese gamblers gathered there.

Jian Heng is not opposed to betting in the nature of playing tickets, but he opposes such a gambling method, which Jian Heng believes is a very bad habit for some Chinese: gambling.

There are gamblers among Americans, of course, but in general, it is rare to see groups of gamblers in white ghettos who play together all day. If you go to the famous blockade in its world, you will see the most East Asian faces, among which Chinese are the most.

"Hey! Still fighting?! The fat man saw that Jian Heng was stunned, so he hammered the fist glove in his right hand with the fist glove of his left hand, and asked Jian Heng loudly at the same time.

What temperature is it now, the temperature is minus eight or nine degrees, the fat man is only wearing a rugby uniform here, and Jian Heng, the coat is still on his body, Jian Heng is not cold, the fat man is cold, and the fat of the white man is not blocking the wind!

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

"Take off your clothes, in case you have something hidden in your clothes!" A cowboy next to the fat man said.

Jian Heng had no choice, so he took off his coat again, revealing the black twill shirt inside.

When Jian Heng put on his gloves again, the wheat over there had already happily collected the money, and waved at Jian Heng with a stack of tickets in his hand.

Shaking his head helplessly, Jian Heng took two steps forward, and only took two steps forward before standing in a circle surrounded by everyone.

"Come on! Come on! ”

A group of people watching the excitement immediately cheered up their respective bettors.

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

The fat man was aggressive, seeing that Jian Heng had entered the circle, he covered his face with his hands in front of him, and pressed towards Jian Heng, when he moved to Jian Heng about a fist distance, he directly greeted Jian Heng with a swing fist, there was no temptation at all, and at first glance, this frame seemed to have eaten Jian Heng.

Jian Heng shrank and dodged the fat man's fist, and when he stood up again, he made an uppercut in his left hand, followed by a straight fist in his right hand and went directly to the fat man's face.

Where is Jian Heng's speed that the fat man reacted to, and when the fat man wanted to dodge, Jian Heng's fist had already reached his face, and when he felt that his head was buzzing, the fist of Jian Heng's right hand had already arrived.

Syllable! Syllable!

The two punches directly hit the fat man's face, with Jian Heng's speed and strength, where can a mortal fat man resist, he directly stood up and leaned back, and fell to the ground with a snap.

This fight came and went just as suddenly, and it was divided into winners and losers in just one round.

"Whew!"

Everyone present took a breath of cool air, even the people who pressed Jian Heng to win didn't expect Jian Heng to win so cleanly.

The fat man on the ground had his eyes wide open, his nose was bleeding, and the expression on his face looked stunned, and after coming back to his senses, he looked at Jian Heng directly, as if he had seen 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 thirties and forties, and the first thing that comes to mind when it comes to powerful Chinese is Bruce Lee.