Conquer America, Start with a Boxing Champion

"Mr. Link Baker, can we chat?"

At the east entrance of the American Airlines Arena, Link and James came back from outside after dinner, and a voice came from behind.

The speaker was a middle-aged man wearing a Polo T-shirt and with a slightly bald head.

This man's opening remarks were the same as Greg Cohen's, making him mistakenly think that the other party was also from the promotion company, but it turned out not to be.

The man stepped forward and introduced himself as Joseph or something, and he was the agent of Andrzej Fonfara.

It should be noted here that Andrzej Fonfara was his opponent in the next game.

Shortly after Link's game ended, the other three first-place VS second-place games also ended one after another.

Southeast Division No. 1 Link VS Western Division No. 2, Link won!

Eastern Division Andrzej Fonfara VS Northern Division No. 2, Andrzej won!

Western Division Andre Beto VS Eastern Division No. 2, Andre Beto won!

Northern Division Mitchell Robinson VS Southeast Division No. 2 Jones Foles

Jones Follers won unexpectedly!

The first round of the game is over.

The opponent will be decided by drawing lots in the second round.

Since he and Jones Follers belong to the Southeast Division, they each drew an opponent when drawing lots. He drew the Eastern Division champion Anderzej Fonfala.

Anderzej is a technical boxer - in amateur competitions, due to the protection of high-elastic sponges, it is extremely difficult to KO opponents. Technical boxers are often more likely to win by points than power and agility boxers in competitions. This is also the reason why technical boxers are more popular in the amateur boxing circle, and it is also one of the reasons why many power boxers give up amateur competitions too early and switch to professional boxing.

Anderzej has superb boxing skills, is 189 cm tall, has an arm length of 198 cm, punches quickly, moves like a praying mantis, and can often give his opponent a cold punch unexpectedly.

His shortcomings are that he is not strong enough, has low resistance to blows, and his physical strength is worse than that of first-class boxers.

In the last match, he fought with the runner-up of the Northern Division, Calvin Peters, for ten rounds, which consumed a lot of physical energy. He needed someone to help him off the stage.

His next opponent is the famous boxing anesthesiologist Link Baker, a hexagonal boxer who has strength, speed, technology and beauty.

You can imagine what the scene will be like when the two compete.

So now the audience is looking forward to the afternoon match, wanting to see how Link KOs his opponent.

Seeing Anderzej's agent come to the door, Link was a little surprised and didn't understand what the other party was up to.

"Mr. Link Baker, it's like this, I want you to restrain your strength during the game, and don't KO Anderzej within three rounds."

"What?"

Link was stunned for a moment, and smiled: "You want me to be gentle in the game? But this is a formal game, Mr. Joseph!"

"I understand, I understand, if Mr. Baker is willing to end the game after eight rounds, I am willing to give you 30,000 US dollars as a reward."

The middle-aged man said very politely.

Link raised his eyebrows, and understood that he was asked to fight with a coordinated punch.

This kind of thing is too common, whether in the underground boxing ring or in the professional boxing world, there are fake punches.

He had fought many times before and was quite familiar with this business, but it was unexpected that he would appear in the finals of the Golden Glove Championship, and he was also surprised that the other party would make such a request.

He pondered for a moment, said to the other party, "Wait a minute", and then pulled James, who was still stunned beside him, to the side.

"James, I'm going to go back and take a nap. You come and talk to him about this. Tell him that for $30,000 I will make Anderzej fall in the third round, for $40,000 I will make Anderzej fall in the fourth round, and for $100,000 I will make Anderzej fall in the tenth round. The bottom line is $50,000. I won't do it for less than $50,000."

James looked around and said in a low voice: "Is this a fake fight? I heard that there are many people in the boxing circle who fake fight, which is very bad. Why do you do this?"

Link shook his head: "Fake fights are deliberately losing the game and changing the result of the game. We are not like that. We are fair trade. Think about it. I have a game tomorrow. My game with Anderzej is dragged out. The longer the time, the more I will be exhausted. So if he wants me to finish Anderzej later, he must compensate me. "

James glanced at the middle-aged man not far away, "But why did he do this? Is there any difference between a few rounds earlier and a few rounds later?"

"Of course. My fists are very lethal. The longer he can last under my hands, the stronger he is. After being reported by the media, the data will be more beautiful. If I KO Anderzej in the first round, how will the media evaluate him? So this money is well spent. "

"But this is a bad thing after all. If the media knows about it, will you be exposed?" James looked around and asked cautiously.

"Don't worry, do it with confidence, I will take care of everything."

Link smiled.

After telling James a few words, he yawned and went back to the lounge to sleep.

More than ten minutes later, James ran in panting, and his originally fluffy little curls were also wet with sweat and stuck to his forehead. I don't know if it was because of the heat or fear. He stuck his butt and carefully closed the door, and came to wake up Link who was dozing.

"Link, fifty thousand dollars, KO after eight rounds, do you want to agree?"

James swallowed his saliva and asked softly.

Link thought about it with his arm resting on his head and nodded.

"Then I'll go collect the money?"

James took two steps and turned back to ask, "How about we go together?"

Link turned around, facing the wall, snoring, and heard a soft door closing behind him.

After half an hour, Link took a nap, and James ran in with his belly in his hand, his face flushed, his face three parts excited and seven parts worried.

He locked the door of the lounge, took out a butter paper package from his belly, and spread it on the stool, five stacks of green US dollars.

Link was stunned, "Where did the money come from?"

"Ah?"

James blinked his eyes, "This is, just now, Joseph, we traded, the 50,000 US dollars, I just took it back."

"What Joseph? Who is Joseph? What deal? How could he give you so much money?" Link asked in surprise.

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James was stunned, rubbed his eyes with his fists, and stared at him, "Didn't you just let me out, did you forget?"

"I didn't, don't talk nonsense, I was just sleeping, I don't know anything." Link closed his eyes and shook his head with a serious expression.

James sat on the ground, pointing at him with a trembling finger, "You, why are you like this? You asked me to do it, why are you playing tricks and saying you don't know?"

"I really don't know."

"Impossible, you clearly knew, how can you say you don't know, I didn't want to do it, you asked me to do it, and you said you didn't know after I finished it, you can't do this."

James slumped on the ground, his eyes were red.

Link touched his forehead, feeling a little bit reluctant, and said helplessly: "James, I am the person involved, there are some things I should know, some things I shouldn't know, I only know what I should know, I won't ask what I shouldn't know, do you understand?"

James blinked his little eyes, he was not stupid, he just hadn't done this kind of thing, his mind couldn't turn around for a while, thought about it, he suddenly slapped his forehead, shocked: "I understand, you mean, you make money, I take the blame?"

"NoNoNo, we two make money, and this is clean money, there will be no problem."

Link picked up a stack of money and threw it into the fat man's arms.

In Miami, there is no personal income tax, no inheritance tax, and no tax on gifts from others. This is not only the entire American product trading center, but also a money laundering center. Fifty thousand dollars is nothing.

"Is this money really okay?"

James felt the money was hot, so Link simply threw all the money into his arms and asked him to take it back.

"No problem, if there is a problem, I will take it. It has nothing to do with you, a little assistant. Go out, I'll sleep for a while."

Link waved his hand.

James wiped the sweat off his face, put the money into the bag, stuffed it into his big belly, and hesitantly went out.

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"This fat guy came here several times secretly, and there is something hidden in his belly. What are they doing?"

At the door of the next room, a ferocious face looked at James' back through the crack of the door, with some doubts on his face.

"Could it be that Link is taking drugs?"

Mario's pupils suddenly dilated, and he started thinking. After thinking about it, this was the only possibility. The fat man came in sneakily, like a thief entering the house, hiding something in his stomach, and when he left, he also hid something. The time in between was enough for Link to take drugs.

Can taking drugs solve the problem?

There is a urine test before the game, and the boxer's urine will also be checked after the game.

Cheating will cause serious consequences.

Link doesn't think that the organizer's urine test agency can't find what's flowing out of him, right?

Mario rolled his eyes and came to West's coach lounge.

West was watching the game video of Andre Berto in the morning. Mario walked behind him twice and said in a low voice: "West, can you believe that Link is taking Ketamine in the lounge?"

West was stunned for a moment and shook his head, "Impossible, he doesn't need it."

"Really, I just saw the fat man in his store, sneaking into his lounge with something in his stomach, and then quietly ran out a while later. Link must be taking drugs."

Mario said categorically.

"Don't talk nonsense, Link can't be taking drugs."

West waved his hand calmly and continued to watch the game video.

Mario clenched his fists, took a few deep breaths, walked to Reggie who was taking a nap, and punched him awake, "I swear, Link must be taking drugs."

Reggie rubbed his eyes, yawned under Mario's gaze, and covered his head with a blanket.

"Why, why, why don't you believe me?"

Mario roared angrily.

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