Chapter 666: it's him

At 3 o'clock in the afternoon, when Tan Zhenhua and Lin Shuangxi entered the boxing gym on Chapel Street, as they expected, they were greeted with unfriendly eyes.
The heating in the boxing gym is fully turned on, which makes Tan Zhenhua and Lin Shuangxi, who are wearing thick winter clothes, look a little weird among a group of naked upper-body muscular men. However, these two obviously have no embarrassing intuition, on the contrary. , Seemed to be a little bit enthusiastic-at least, Young Master Tan Er was so, he even commented on Lin Shuangxi's muscular figure.
After passing through this muscular jungle, Tan Zhenhua saw Mike Tyson. Tyson's expression was a bit embarrassed. He did not put on a boxing training suit, but still wore a long-sleeved sports T-shirt with a wheelchair beside him. , Sitting in a wheelchair was an elderly white man who described as withered.
Tan Zhenhua stepped forward to say hello to Tyson, then turned to the old man in the wheelchair and said, "Then you are Tyson’s coach, Mr. Kus D’Amato, hello."
While talking, Tan Zhenhua wanted to shake hands with the person in the wheelchair as a gesture of goodwill, but he did not see any response from the other person when he stretched out his hand in the air, and he was not embarrassed, but continued to stretch his hand to this person’s. In front of him, he shook his face deliberately, and continued to smile and said, "Hello, Mr. Damato."
His action finally made the person sitting in the wheelchair like a sculpture react. He raised his eyes to look at Tan Zhenhua, but did not say a word or make any further movements, but dropped his eyelids again.
Do you want to give me power? Tan Zhenhua snorted in his heart, dealing with people like you, Xiaoye, I have tricks.
He continued to smile, and stubbornly stretched his hand forward again, almost touching the man's face, and then said again: "Mr. Damato? It seems that Tyson's gratitude to you is really wrong. He regards you as his life mentor, but you are someone who doesn’t even understand the most basic manners. I really don’t see how you deserve Tyson’s adoration of you.

Tan Zhenhua's remarks immediately caused a commotion in the muscle jungle behind him. He didn't need to look back to know that countless angry gazes that wanted to swallow him alive must have been shot from that jungle.
The man in the wheelchair finally had an expression. He first gestured behind Tan Zhenhua with his gaze, and as his gaze swept over, the "buzzing" discussion suddenly became quieter. It seems that he is here. There is supreme prestige in the boxing gym, and after suppressing those muscular men, he finally stretched out his hand slowly, shook Tan Zhenhua perfunctorily, and then said hoarsely: "I am Kus Damato. , Boy, your words are sharp enough, I just don’t know if your fists are the same."
Tan Zhenhua retracted his hand and shrugged his shoulders and said: "Sorry, I never like to speak with my fists, because my brain is good enough, but my companion is different from me. He likes to use his fists-yes , As well as feet and any part of the body. He believes that the essence of fighting is to use every part of the body as a weapon to attack the enemy, instead of just hitting people with your fists like you practice boxing. , That’s the most stupid way."
His words once again aroused the "buzz" behind him, and this time the sound was louder and more intense than before.
Kus D'Amato had to stretch out his hands and press down hard, which barely suppressed the raging anger of the muscle jungles, and then he coldly said to Tan Zhenhua: "So, Tyson told me You say that boxing is the worst of all fighting skills in actual combat. It is a performance that can only be used to satisfy the appreciative desire of laymen. Is it true that a boxer is only an actor?"
Tan Zhenhua didn’t mean to deny anything. Instead, he looked very arrogant and said:
Yes, I said, just yesterday, when your student Mr. Tyson was beaten and lost by one of my companions. After resistance."
The "buzz" behind him grew louder, and this time Kus Damato didn't mean to suppress it anymore, because he was also agitated by Tan Zhenhua's arrogant attitude, and his sickly pale face flashed across There was a blush, even the voice trembling slightly: "Boy, do you know the consequences of saying this here?"
Tan Zhenhua certainly knows the consequences of saying these words in this boxing tube, but he seems to not care at all, and shrugs his shoulders: "I think the United States is a country of free speech, and anyone can express it freely. My own opinion of anything, and I do see it that way, so I said, what, is there any problem? Or is there any error in my understanding of freedom of speech?"
What's the error? The error is big!
In the boxing gym, your kid said that boxing is the most inferior fighting technique. You dare to say that all boxers are just actors who please audiences who don’t know the truth. What is this? This is a big crowd mockery. , And the effect of pulling hatred is directly full!
If your eyes can kill people, boy, you have died a million times now!
Kus D’Amato felt that his lungs were about to explode. He took a few heavy breaths before he managed to control his urge to burst out immediately, and fixed his eyes that seemed to be breathing fire. Tan Zhenhua said: "Okay, kid, you are fine, then, it seems that we have to do something today to prove that what you said is right and not slanderous."
After all, he stopped looking at Tan Zhenhua, but shouted behind him: "Who wants to try if this kid's fist is as powerful as his mouth and gun?"
There was a burst of laughter from the crowd, and countless sturdy arms were raised. It seems that as long as Kus D'amato gives an order, Tan Zhenhua will be ravaged by countless big men and unable to take care of himself.
However, Tan Zhenhua smiled and said to Cous D’Amato:
Mr. D’Amato, I wonder if you have made a mistake. I have just said that although the person expressing the opinion is me, but the person who is good at hands-on It's not me but my companion."
After that, he pulled over Lin Shuangxi, who was in a daze because he couldn't understand the dialogue in the field at all, and said: "You have to fight, you have to find him."
Kus D'Amato looked up and down Lin Shuangxi, and saw that although this man had a sharp face, he was short in stature and could not see anything special, and he heard Tyson talk about the battle yesterday. Knowing that this proud disciple suffered a loss because he was attacked by someone as soon as he got it. This also does not prove that this person must have some extraordinary skills.
And this is an Oriental. In the usual concept of Americans, the Oriental is undoubtedly synonymous with timidity, cowardice, and weakness.
He sneered for a while and said, "Well, it's him."