Almighty Coach

The big screen has already started to play the replay of the punch from all angles just now. Taylor swung out an uppercut, which hit Sanders in the face without fancy, followed by another uppercut, which knocked Sanders away. Des fell to the ground. From a technical point of view, there was no dispute in these two laps.

"Why doesn't Sanders dodge? This one is not fancy, and the speed is not too fast. It looks very ordinary. I can clearly see the direction of Taylor's punch, Sanders," someone suddenly asked.

"It's not that I don't want to hide, but I can't dodge it at all. Taylor's fist is like this. You can see it clearly, but you can't dodge it." Another person replied.

James King looked at the big screen, with his mouth slightly open, and an indescribably complicated expression on his face. Taylor's attack just now was all too familiar to James King.

Using footsteps and flashes to quickly approach the opponent, while using feints to confuse the opponent, and then give the opponent a blow without fancy, this is a typical Taylor attack. In the eyes of any bystander, Taylor's punch is easy to dodge, but in the eyes of the opponent, Taylor's punch is always inevitable.

This is the boxing champion Taylor, even if the whole world knows how he will fight, even if he tells his opponent in advance how he will attack, but when he gets to the boxing ring, he still cannot avoid that fatal punch.

"Now he is 32 years old, can he still punch like this?" James King muttered to himself.

James King has been Taylor's agent for more than ten years. He knows Taylor better than anyone else. Taylor's offensive style has already been engraved in James King's mind and will never be erased. James King originally thought that Taylor's body had already deteriorated with age, and he would no longer be able to play such an offense, which is why he was not optimistic about Taylor.

At this moment, James King suddenly had a feeling. He felt that Taylor seemed to have returned to the peak ten years ago. At that time, Taylor gave the opponent the same attack as today, which is exactly the same as today!

"Is this guy back to the state he used to be?" James King suddenly felt a little fear in his heart. He is the person who knows Taylor best. James King couldn't understand how good Taylor was at his peak. .

"Impossible, absolutely impossible, Taylor is already old, and it is absolutely impossible for him to return to his youthful state!"

...

In the boxing ring, Taylor looked at the referee in bewilderment, and the referee was lying in front of Sanders to see if he could continue the fight. Once the referee confirms that Sanders is unable to continue, he will declare Taylor the winner.

But Taylor looked confused, as if he didn't know what happened, as if he didn't punch that punch just now.

"This is KO? So easy?" Taylor looked at his fist suspiciously.

Sanders is not that kind of rookie boxer. He can become the tenth challenger of the WBC, and his own strength is also world-class, not to mention that he is also a very good defensive boxer.

But Taylor felt that he won very easily, and Sanders was like paper. Taylor only used a simple attack to bring Sanders to the ground.

"How could Sanders' defense be so weak?" Taylor carefully recalled the attack just now, and then suddenly realized something.

"No, it's not that Sanders is weak, it's that my offense just now was too perfect. When I attacked just now, whether it was speed, agility or physical explosiveness, I played very well, just like it was more than ten years ago! Yes , the offensive feeling just now is exactly the same as ten years ago!"

Taylor looked at his fist in disbelief, and he couldn't figure out why at the age of thirty-two, he was still able to play at the level of offense at the age of twenty-two.

At this time, the referee has confirmed that Sanders can no longer continue the game. He waved to the medical team, and at the same time walked to Taylor, grabbed Taylor's arm, held it high, and swore his victory.

"Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh..." the surrounding boos sounded again."

"Idiot, Sanders, you idiot, don't come to punch if you are so weak! You made me lose money!" Someone shouted, and then there were bursts of cursing in the stands.

"Taylor, you stupid cow, did you take aphrodisiacs!"

Some spectators tore up the lottery tickets in their hands and threw them into the air, mixing with the colorful floating papers falling from the ring.

Dai Li looked around, then smiled helplessly.

"Taylor is really unpopular. Even if he wins the game, he is still scolded!"

...

WBC Chairman Suleman just finished attending an event, and at this time he is waiting for the boarding reminder in the waiting room of the airport.

The news that the plane was delayed due to the weather came from the radio, and Suleman pouted helplessly.

"By the way, today seems to be the first game of Taylor's comeback. I don't know how he and Sanders are doing." Suleman thought of this, and waved for his personal assistant.

The assistant went to make a phone call to inquire, and then walked back quickly.

"Mr. Chairman, the game is over. Kevin Taylor KO'd Sanders." The assistant said.

"So fast?" Suleman looked at his watch: "If you calculate the time, the game should have just started, right? Did it start early?"

"No, Mr. Chairman, the game started on time, but the winner was decided in a very short time, and there was only one round." The assistant thought for a while, and then said: "To be precise, after the game started, Taylor only used One attack, and it knocked out Sanders."

"You can KO your opponent with one attack!" Suleman gasped, and muttered to himself, "Could it be that Kevin Taylor from back then is back!"

...

Holding a check for 1.59 million US dollars, Dai Li walked out of the hotel's casino with a smile on his face.

Dai Li spent $50,000 to buy Taylor to win the first round. The odds were 41, so Dai Li could get a total of $2.05 million. However, the gambling income is taxed, so it is impossible for Dai Li to actually get that much.

When buying lottery tickets in the United States, the national tax, state tax and personal income tax are deducted from the winnings. The Chinese tax is a fixed 25%. The state tax varies from state to state. Take Nevada, where Las Vegas is located, as an example. The state tax is 6.5%, individual tax is levied in different proportions according to the annual income. Americans will choose to file their own taxes after winning the lottery. There was a news that an American won a huge prize of 200 million US dollars, but he only got 80 million in his hand, and 62% of the tax was deducted, so the tax is still very high of.

As a casino city, Las Vegas has more complicated regulations on gaming taxation. There are also many tax reduction and tax exemption policies for foreigners. Foreigners who win money in Las Vegas casinos do not need If you declare your own taxes like an American, take out your passport, and the casino will directly withhold about 33% of the tax, and then directly return the remaining money.

Although Li Dai paid hundreds of thousands of taxes at once, he still made a lot of money with his small fortune. It was more than 1.5 million US dollars, and it was after-tax income, which was enough for Dai Li to buy more than a dozen state-of-the-art training equipment.

"Go treat Taylor to a big meal! This guy is even restricted from eating now." Dai Li thought for a while and dialed Taylor's phone number.

If it was Taylor in the past, after winning a punch, he would definitely go to the casino to spend millions, and then find a few hot chicks to have sex all night, but now Taylor is in bankruptcy, let alone go to the casino, there are many Non-necessary consumption cannot be carried out. Until the bank is paid off, a good meal and drink at a restaurant is the best reward for Taylor.

Dai Li found Taylor on the viewing platform of the hotel. He was sitting there like before the game, looking pensive.

"What are you thinking?" Dai Li walked over, sat next to Taylor, and continued, "Before the game, you were worried that you would not be able to beat Sanders. Now that you have won, why are you still acting like this? Dude, you are now You should be celebrating happily."

"Coach Li, do you know that although I won, I won inexplicably. Now that I think about it, I don't even know how I won." Taylor said with some distress.

"You are stronger than Sanders, and then you won! A beautiful combination of punches, hit Sanders, and then he fell down, it's that simple." Dai Li said and made a punching movement .

"No, that's not what I meant. You've seen the game too. I knocked out Sanders with just one attack, but he shouldn't be so weak." Taylor said.

"It's not that he's weak, it's that you are strong enough to knock him down." Dai Li looked at Taylor with a half-smile.

"I think it's very strange." Taylor shook his head: "Actually, from the time of the game until now, I have always felt that my body is weird, but I can't tell what is wrong. I don't know how to describe this kind of thing. Feel."

"It's the feeling of being young!" Dai Li still smiled.

"Young feeling?" Taylor nodded blankly. He felt that Dai Li's description was very correct.

"Remember what I told you before, I will try my best to bring your physical condition back to the peak when you were 27 years old. Now it seems that my training has had an effect." Li Dai showed a A look of satisfaction.

"What did you say? The physical condition is back to 27 years old? Is this true?" Taylor's eyes widened, apparently not believing Dai Li's words.

"Don't show that expression, and don't think it's an incredible thing. Exercise can make people young. There are many examples in reality. If those rich people keep exercising regularly, even in their 60s and 70s, their bodies are still in good shape. Healthy. In medicine, exercise can also promote blood circulation and metabolism, and restore the body’s functions. If you often go to some high-end fitness clubs, you will find that many people look much younger than their actual age.” Dai Li found a bunch of excuses to prevaricate.

"You mean, these are the results of training?" Taylor asked, still staring.

"What else? Do you think I'm a wizard, and chanting a spell can make you younger?" Dai Li stood up, patted his shoulder with a smile, and said, "Kevin, you need to be more confident. You must have confidence in me. I will try my best to help you continue this good state, but you also need to maintain high-intensity training. If you continue to drink, smoke marijuana, and have no If you are restrained, then even I won’t be able to help you.”

...

Mason is a well-known boxing commentator. He has accurately predicted the results of some important boxing matches many times, so he is also known as the "betting light" of boxing matches. Usually, many boxing magazines will ask him for articles, and some gaming companies will pay him some consulting fees and hire him as a consultant, and his blog has many fans, many of whom are boxing betting players, especially But whenever there is an important boxing event, Mason's blog will inevitably increase in traffic.

Mason usually spends money to buy a few bets. He is a professional in this field. As an expert, he has also made a lot of money in boxing betting.

However, in the just-concluded game, Mason stumbled. He predicted that Sanders would defeat Taylor, and wrote several long articles, analyzing from various angles. The result was that Sanders was KO by Taylor in the first round.

"That Taylor actually won, and he won so easily. Isn't Sanders very good at defending? Why was he knocked down so easily, and I lost thousands of dollars!" Maison looked at the table depressed In the lottery ticket he entered, he originally expected to win a small sum of money and then spend a few days playing in Las Vegas, but now he lost the money, and he even lost the hotel accommodation fee.

"Damn Taylor, he's 32 years old, and he's still so good at fighting!" Mason leaned on the sofa with a look of resentment, took his laptop, opened his blog, and the hundreds of extra messages below entered instantly. In Mason's sight.

"Didn't you say that Sanders is sure to win? As a result, he was KO'd in the first round."

"You liar, you can only talk nonsense if you don't understand anything. Your predictions are completely inaccurate. Don't listen to your lies in the future."

"Idiot, I lost five hundred yuan after listening to your pre-match prediction!"

"You said in your blog post that Taylor is dying, is his face swollen from the beating?"

Many of the messages were satirizing Mei Sen, and many even scolded directly.

"These bastards, when they heard my prediction to win money, they all praised me, but now they just lost a game, and they all came to scold me!" Mei Sen was full of unwillingness, but he had nowhere to vent his anger. .

"No, I have to correct my previous predictions! Otherwise, the fans' saliva will drown me." Meisen frowned and thought for a long time, then opened a file, and typed such a title on it:

"Kevin Taylor's win was just a coincidence".