My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

No matter what their mood is.

Now if you want to get the surveillance video, you have to play with Tyson.

A man quickly put on his boxing gloves.

As for protective gear, sorry, the guy on stage is not allowed to wear it.

The old boy leaning on the rope looked at the people below with a smile, but when he saw Ethan's terrifying muscles, his heart skipped a beat.

But I soon felt relieved that I was just an ordinary person.

His neck is not too thick, and he has no wrestling ears. He is probably a fitness person, nothing special.

"Your injury?"

Horsted and Ethan bumped their fists and asked nervously: "Is there going to be a problem?"

"fine."

Ethan shook his head.

I was just lazy just now, and the slap from the tiger quickly subsided.

Even though he is an old Tyson, he is eager to have the opportunity to box with Tyson. Such opportunities are not easy to find. Life is not about experiencing all kinds of novel and fun things!

Thinking of this, he showed his strong white teeth.

After some discussion just now, or rather a rock-paper-scissors decision, Allen was the first to fight with a sad face.

"come on."

"Give him something powerful to taste."

The sparse sounds of encouragement stopped abruptly as the little fat man's body trembled a few times.

A few easy jabs, followed by a left hook.

Allen fell to the ring with a crash.

it hurts.

His tears fell down and he looked at the ceiling aggrievedly. This was the first time he had been beaten today!

It was obvious that Tyson was showing mercy.

Its main purpose is to teach these people a lesson.

Otherwise, Allen would be knocked unconscious with one punch.

Horsted and Atwater fought one after another. They were both in good physical condition and had been training at the Matador Boxing Club for a long time. Their fights were not as ugly as the little fat guy.

At least I can go through a few moves again and again.

Tyson was not in a hurry to KO. He punched the two men as if they were playing, and then knocked them over with one punch.

It is not easy for people to reach the top of any industry.

Despite being retired for more than ten years.

But that fighting spirit still easily defeated Atwater and Horsted.

Although the former received several heavy punches, he was not unhappy at all. Instead, he grinned happily, which made Tyson confused for a while. The other party did not have any special attributes.

"Boss, I leave it to you."

Horsted leaned on the rope, panting and shouted: "Come on, hold on a little longer, give our intelligence team some face."

Smiling, Ethan jumped slightly.

Feel the elasticity of the boxing ring.

Staring into the eyes of the black ferocious beast opposite him, his adrenal hormones were secreted crazily, and his whole body was extremely awake.

"Boss, hold on!"

Atwater crawled to the side, clutching his stomach and cheering loudly.

"Boss, intelligence team?"

Tyson shook his head from side to side and asked curiously: "Are you some strange organization?"

"Chicago police."

Allen kept humming and blurted out some words: "The person standing in front of you is a police chief, Mr. Tyson. This is your chance to make a note of justice."

Tyson's eyes lit up when he heard this.

It was obvious to the naked eye that he was getting excited, and he was obviously much more serious than before.

police.

A typical American power profession.

Its people still find it quite exciting to be beaten up in a reasonable and legal manner, and our boxing champion is no exception.

"Sheriff."

The hook-shaped tattoo on Tyson's face makes it even more ferocious: "I think I will definitely enjoy the next moments."

"Jesus."

Ethan twisted his waist and crotch, waved his hand and said: "Beat this big mouth, don't be polite."

"NO!"

Allen realized that he had made a mistake and quickly jumped off the ring and ran away.

At this time, no one went to chase him.

"bump."

On the boxing ring, the two men's gloves collided heavily.

Instantly separate.

Ethan took a few steps back and looked at the other party warily.

Footsteps, shoulders and eyes.

Except for the other party's eyes, which looked slightly excited, everything else looked like flaws to him.

But that's exactly what happened.

Ethan felt even more fearful.

The guy opposite is Mike Tyson.

"Ding~"

The black top hat smiled cheerfully and clapped the bell next to him.

As soon as the voice sounded, Tyson's momentum rose.

He launched the attack in a classic swinging style, with quick steps. In the blink of an eye, he was in front of Ethan, and a whistling left fist came.

Faced with this level of attack.

Ethan quickly backed away.

He has fought with UFC players once before, but that time he was aiming to kill people, and all his blows were dead hands. Now he is engaged in boxing, so he is a little timid.

The usual means.

Actions such as hitting vital points and strangulation cannot be used.

You can only adapt to the opponent's rhythm first.

Although he is older, Tyson is still very ruthless. His red gloves swing from side to side and he is ready to attack from any angle at any time.

The boxing ring is only so big.

Ethan's dodge route was exactly as expected by his opponent, and his jabs came at him like crazy.

"Bang."

A heavy blow, hitting the waist and ribs hard.

It felt like being hit with a hammer. Ethan groaned and continued to dodge.

"come on."

Atwater slapped the table to encourage himself.

"Bah bang bang."

The consequence of cheering is to receive a few more punches.

Ethan raised his arms to block the opponent's heavy fists like two doors. He walked quickly on his feet and kept slipping the kite.

No matter how strong the beast is, it is still old.

The fifty-year-old boxer is even more aged.

As long as he withstood the attack in front of him, he still had a chance, so he resisted the desire to attack and looked for the right moment.

He is smart and Tyson is not stupid either.

After a few changes of route, Ethan was forced into the corner of the ring, and heavy punches rained out.

The blocking hands were quickly knocked apart.

"Bang."

A heavy punch landed hard on the face.

Tyson shook his head and staggered back. He looked in front of him in surprise. The guy who had been hiding for a long time had just punched him at the same time. This was a heavy gunner, and that kind of strength was very rare.

"Hehe~"

Ethan shook off the dizziness and grinned at Tyson.

There is nothing you can do about being beaten.

But it is also consuming the opponent's physical strength. This guy has beaten several people just now, and now he is chasing and beating them fiercely, and his physical strength has plummeted.

So just a moment later, I was punched by myself.

Boxing is afraid of young people.

His ability to resist blows was much higher than that of Tyson at this age. Ethan roared and rushed forward, starting a counterattack.

Continuous combinations of punches are thrown out, and the arms are hooked up, down, left and right.

Tyson dodged skillfully, easily dodging the punches and recovering his strength at the same time, but the opponent hit harder and harder, and the speed became faster and faster.

Although his skills are poor, his speed and strength are still above him.

Forced to have no choice but to follow the attack. (End of chapter)