"Richard, has your injury healed?"

At the bar, at the counter, the light was a little dark. Boss Andy was shaking his wine glass, and four men in black were following him, with a big show.

“It will take about one or two more months.”

"I wish you a recovery soon."

Andy smiled with a glass of wine.

"Thanks!"

Richard narrowed his eyes, "Andy, are you done with your business?"

"Of course, the Vietnamese help Mexicans are nothing, they are not my opponent at all."

"oh?"

"Because, I'm American."

Andy smiled faintly.

Richard thought about it for a moment and realized that compared with local gangs, the Vietnamese gang of Mexicans are foreign immigrants, which is an uncertain factor.

If the local police want to maintain stability in the neighborhood, they need to cooperate with the gang, and Andy is more suitable than outsiders.

With the support of the police, it is not difficult for Andy to maintain his territory.

"Do you want to do things for me, don't kill people or release poison, do serious things?"

Andy said.

"I can't do it, I just want to be an ordinary citizen."

"Ordinary citizen?"

Andy sneered, pointed at him with a cigarette,

"I don't know who you are. You are very arrogant, hard-working, competitive. No matter how strong your opponent is, as long as you provoke you, you will never die. Will someone like you be willing to be an ordinary person?"

Richard shook his wine glass, "If you can be an ordinary person, would you not want to?"

Andy slowly spitted a cigarette, "What is ordinary or not? You need money to be a human being. Just like the woman who is with you today, she should be a model, right? This kind of woman is a luxury. How can you make friends with her based on your current financial situation?"

Today, Richard took Bonchen to visit the Bronx. Andy had eyeliners on all streets, so it was not uncommon to know.

"You're right, money is very important, but there are many ways to make money, I like to be more secure."

Richard smiled faintly.

Andy shook his head, "We are in danger of wealth and honor, you can't make a fortune like this."

"Fortunately, I am not very ambitious."

Richard smiled.

Andy waved his hand and said, "No more, I organized another boxing match and invited former WBC light heavyweight champion Montel Griffin. If you promise to play, the appearance fee will be 20,000 US dollars, and the last incident will be cancelled."

In the professional boxing world, top boxing champions are the most profitable, with appearance fees and bonuses of tens of millions or hundreds of millions, which is only the few Tyson and Lewis. The average boxing champion is at most tens of thousands or hundreds of thousands, and the 20,000 US dollars is equivalent to the treatment of an intercontinental boxing champion.

"Why are you looking for me? Sinkel is also very awesome."

"He is not as good as you, he is just a boxer, and you are a star. I like you, I want to bet on the big ones."

"Really fight against fake fight?"

Andy twitched the corner of his mouth, "Do you think I still dare to fight against fake punches with you?"

“I need time to think about it.”

"If you figure it out, come to me anytime."

Andy patted his shoulder and left the bar with his subordinates.

Richard frowned.

"Richard, what does Andy look for you?"

Anthony ran over and asked.

"Fisting match!"

Richard told him again.

"Monter Griffin? This guy has taken the gold belt and is very strong. Do you want to accept it?"

Anthony frowned.

"Can I refuse?"

Although he saved Andy last time, if he hadn't brought trouble, no one would have come to assassinate Andy. In addition, he also cheated Andy for a sum of money.

Andy just said that he accepted the letter and refused to accept it. This is a threat.

Richard is not afraid of being threatened. He is alone, and at worst he can do a blood-handed man to slaughter the world and wander around the world again.

However, considering that I have reached the "Great Realm of Enhancement", I need to find someone to practice it, boxing champion Montel should be a good opponent.

He decided to compete.

——

The next day, Richard walked into a casino in the South District and was looking for someone.

There are many people in the casino, and there are many people playing cards, sieves and roulettes.

At a card table around the corner, there were several people playing blackjack, which was to deal two cards, one bright and one dark. You can call the cards before it reached 21 o'clock. The person who spent the card was 10 o'clock, and the person closest to blackjack won, surpassing the dealer to win.

Among these people, there is an old black man who is the most eye-catching. This old man is gray-bearded and thin, looks seventy and eighty years old, but is actually only sixty-four years old.

This old man is the person he is looking for, Alvin Taffer, an old boxer who has retired for more than 30 years and a former WBA heavyweight champion.

At the peak of his life, he encountered the legendary Ali, and was KOed in the first round on stage, losing his gold belt, and the old man ended in a miserable state.

After leaving the boxing world, Alvin became addicted to gambling and lost all his money. He even lost the trophy of the game. In the end, he couldn't survive and found someone to cooperate with him to open a boxing training hall.

Most of Richard's boxing skills were learned from the old man.

When the old man saw that he had good physical fitness and dared to fight, he regarded him as the successor of his robe and asked him to play professional games when he grew up, and used the boxing champion's gold belt to regain his lost glory for him.

But Richard had other plans and went to the underground boxing world to make a living after he was eighteen years old.

The old man almost fainted from anger and never paid attention to him since then.

"Alvin!"

Richard went over and patted the old man on the shoulder.

The old man looked back at him, "Get out, don't bother me to play cards!"

Richard pulled the corner of his mouth, "Alvin, I'm going to play against former light heavyweight boxing champion Montel."

"What does your game have to do with me?"

The old man picked up a card and slowly opened it. It was a K. There was a 5 card on his table, and the other 10 card was added up to 25 points, which exploded.

Alvin threw down the card and glared at him angrily, it was all your fault.

"Haha, if I win, I'll go to the professional competition."

Richard said.

"I don't believe it. You little thing is very bad. You used to say good things and learn all my tricks. Now you are here to lie to me again. Get out of here. I will always lose money."

Alvin dislikes authenticity.

"Alvin, I'm serious. I didn't play professional games before because I didn't have enough confidence to get the gold belt. What would I do if I couldn't get the gold belt?

Now I have it, this time my opponent is a professional boxing champion. When I defeat him, I will compete for the light heavyweight belt.”

Richard said seriously.

Alvin frowned and hesitated.

"Alvin, I met a girl who is a very good model and will definitely become a supermodel in the future and make a lot of money.

If I want to get her, I must be better than her.

Being an actor or something may succeed, but it will take a long time.

And to participate in professional boxing competitions and compete for the boxing champion’s gold belt, you can succeed in the shortest time.”

"Do you punch for women?"

Alvin frowned.

"Not all, I need money, a lot of money."

"...I still don't believe you. You little thing is too cunning. You used to cheat me and you wanted to make money."

"That's annoying."

Richard sighed and turned around and walked outward.

"stop!"
To be continued...