Great Single Player of the Heavens

This question finally attracted Fatty's attention.

When he raised his head, what caught his eyes was a strange face that he had never seen before.

Under the dim light, the fat man's gaze stayed on Lu Qi's young face for a few seconds before he asked:

"Is it you who want to participate in the fight?"

"Yes."

After getting a definite answer, the fat man suddenly became interested, and while looking at Lu Qi's figure unscrupulously, he said:

"You have to understand, this is not a joke. With your small frame, I'm not sure I can find an opponent of your level."

Shrugging, Lu Qi spread his hands and said indifferently:

"I don't refuse anyone."

"I don't want to watch a fighting match where the outcome is known before it even starts... Have you ever participated in a fighting match before?"

"Have."

Yes, Lu Qi has the experience of participating in similar fighting competitions, although it was in another world...

"Well, at least you're not a rookie..."

Looking at Lu Qi suspiciously, the fat man picked up a quill pen on the table, put the pen tip into the ink bottle, and said:

"I'm the person in charge of the club, Baltz. Today and tomorrow's games have been arranged. If you want to participate, I can arrange for you until the day after tomorrow."

"no problem."

"name."

"Tyson."

Anyway, in this era, there is no such thing as an ID card, so Lu Qi reported the name of the boxing champion without any shame.

"height and weight"

"6 feet, 155 pounds."

"age."

"25."

Following Lu Qi's answers one by one, the fat man lowered his head and wrote down Lu Qi's personal information on a list of contestants.

"Very good, Tyson, here is your entry list. Come here again tomorrow, and then you will know who your opponent is."

After receiving a ticket from the fat man, Lu Qi scanned it, and found that besides his personal information, there was a red circular seal on it.

On the seal is a string of English letters spaced apart - Blighters, translated, is the gang of thugs!

It seems that the forces of the mob gang really spread all over London...

Putting the ticket into his trouser pocket casually, Lu Qi heard the fat man's eviction order:

"you can go now."

Hearing this, Lu Qi stood still, raised a finger, and asked, "I have another question, can the contestants bet on themselves?"

For Lu Qi not obediently leaving obediently, the fat man's face clearly flashed a trace of displeasure.

However, Baltz, who has dealt with various people, did not get angry, and answered this question:

"Yes. In fact, many self-righteous guys will do this before they take the stage."

"They thought they were good at fighting,

However, it wasn't until their arm was broken or their leg was broken that they realized how stupid their arrogance was. "

"I don't think you're that kind of person, are you?"

Faced with Baltz's sarcastic eyes, Lu Qi did not answer, but bowed slightly, saying goodbye to the other party:

"Good night, Your Excellency Baltz."

After completing the task of scouting spots and registering, Lu Qi didn't have the heart to continue watching the fight between the two strong men in the ring. After reuniting with the reluctant Connor, the two returned to the hotel in a carriage...

. . . . . .

The next day, Lu Qi came to the club alone and met the opponent the club arranged for him.

Bald head, bulging biceps, fierce visage...

That is a strong man who can directly join the mob gang without passing the test. He is shorter than Lu Qi, but his stout figure is enough to scare many people.

For the opponent the club arranged for him, Bald was a little surprised, but soon felt that he had picked up a big deal.

Before leaving, the bald man who thought he was sure of Lu Qi, even swiped his thumb on his neck, provoking Lu Qi:

"Boy, you are dead..."

As for the bald head's provocation to his own death, Lu Qi directly chose to ignore it.

After confirming the time of the match and some details of the fighting match, Lu Qi left the construction factory.

. . .

The next day, at noon.

London, which has always been gloomy, is rarely sunny.

Lu Qi, who just got off the carriage, felt the warmth on his body, and couldn't help sighing:

"Well... today is a good day to beat people..."

Walking into the construction factory and coming in front of Baltz, Lu Qi took out his entry ticket and said to the person in charge of the fat man:

"The weather is fine today, what do you think, Mr. Baltz?"

After receiving the entry ticket, looking at Lu Qi who was still calm, Baltz frowned, and then said:

"Mr. Tyson, your odds are 1:5 today, don't you plan to bet on yourself?"

"That's exactly what I mean."

As soon as the words fell, Lu Qi took out two gold coins from his trouser pocket, threw them on the table, and smiled slightly, "Two pounds, I bet that I will win."

Baltz was completely puzzled by Lu Qi's confident move.

He didn't expect that after meeting his opponent, Lu Qi would dare to bet heavily on himself to win.

If the Asian in front of him is not stupid, then he has absolute confidence in his own strength!

Then let me see, are you a fool or a strong man who hides his strength!

Thinking of this, Baltz handed a gambling ticket to Lu Qi, and did not forget to send a blessing:

"I wish you luck..."

After placing bets, Lu Qi took off all the clothes on his upper body, revealing a streamlined and explosive figure, tied his hands with cloth strips, and jumped into the arena under the contempt and curious eyes of the audience.

And his opponent has been waiting for a long time...

Standing on the wooden box outside the fighting arena, a man in a top hat wearing a tuxedo, holding a big horn made of iron sheets, heated up the atmosphere for the next fight:

"Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Fight Club, the wonderful fighting match will continue! This time, we will usher in a relatively special match."

"On my left, John, who was 15-4, and on my right, Tyson, who was playing for the first time..."

When Lu Qi was introduced, many audience members booed involuntarily.

Some directly spit out fragrant, swear words and splashes of saliva, constantly attacking Lu Qi, a rookie in fighting.

According to the usual practice, after introducing the record of the two sides, the host didn't say any more nonsense, and went directly to the betting session:

"Now, ladies and gentlemen, you can place your bets!"

Hearing this, the audience rushed to the betting place.

Obviously, 99% of the audience bet their money on Lu Qi's opponent.

There is no way, from the perspective of strength on paper alone, Lu Qi does not have the advantage.

However, not everyone thinks so.

When the betting was about to end, a young man in a blue and blue plaid tuxedo and top hat bet ten silver coins on Lu Qi.

Pressing down on the brim of his hat, the young man revealed a pair of sly eyes:

"Hopefully my instincts are right..."

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