Little Life on An American Ranch

Next to the fat man were two young men, one with a pair of boxing gloves on his shoulders. The two of them looked like standard cowboys in terms of their attire, but now they looked like the fat man's henchmen.

"Jason, you actually punched a girl!"

At this time, I don't know who suddenly said such a sentence, so there was a burst of laughter in the whole bar.

The fat man didn't pay attention, but stared straight at the barley and wheat in front of Batai. His eyes wandered over the two women, and then he became a little confused.

This kind of confusion is not the lewd kind, but the kind of confused eyes, it seems that he doesn't know who he is dating with him.

Sure enough, the fat man asked the two sisters, "Which one of you will fight me?"

Mai Mai didn't know what to say, and she slandered in her heart: This person is not only ugly, but also has a bad brain. I can't tell the difference between my clothes and Alison's clothes so much? And I haven't changed my clothes in this spare time.

How did Mai Mai know that when the fat man saw her, the seven souls had already lost six, and he was staring at her face eagerly, but Wang Yi noticed what clothes she was wearing, even if he paid attention to it, the screen only flashed for a moment Fatty's IQ would not notice this.

"Me!" Xiaomai pointed to her nose, then pointed to Damai and said, "She has a boyfriend and didn't you see it?"

The fat man glanced at Jian Heng, then shook his head, and began to mutter: "Why do all the beautiful women like foreigners now!"

Fatty muttered this just when the bar was quiet, so everyone present heard his words clearly.

"You don't want me to fight, do you?" Jian Heng smiled at the fat man and said.

Jian Heng understands,

For a group of cowboys, face is sometimes very important, just like we Chinese people say that what we live is face, and what men look at is spirit.

Now the fat man's voice is actually a provocation, Jian Heng naturally has to respond, otherwise no one around here thinks that Jian Heng is graceful, and everyone must think that Jian Heng is a coward.

"If we beat him, does our bet count?" The fat man stretched out his finger, pointing at Jian Heng and asked Mai.

When Mai Mai heard this, she laughed like crazy from the bottom of her heart, suppressed her laughter, and gave Jian Heng a stern look, even pretending to be embarrassed.

"this……"

All the students in the bar heard that the fat man was not fighting with Mai Mai, and planned to take Jian Heng as a new target. Everyone looked at the fat man with a look of stupidity. Although everyone has never seen Jian Heng punching, everyone knows the terrifying power hidden in Jian Heng's body.

Everyone doesn't like Evan, but they all understand that two Evans may not be able to beat Jian Heng. As a quasi-professional boxer, it is definitely not difficult for Evan to beat this fat man.

Besides, a person who can turn over a huge tractor wheel and lift it to the training level of a Hercules is something you, a pure fat man, can beat?

Everyone thinks that if the fat man wants to do better than Jian Heng, he must at least replace most of his body fat with muscle. Now, the fat man is purely a beating.

It's a pity that Fatty doesn't think so. He thinks that he is six to seven points sure of winning against Xiaomai, but he is very sure about winning against Jian Heng.

In fact, the reason why fat people look down on Jian Heng is mainly because Jian Heng's muscles are not obvious. Typically, if you take off your clothes, you will have muscles, and you will look thinner when you put on clothes. On the surface, he looks like an ordinary person, nothing more than a little strong.

This is a pastoral area, and there are cowboys everywhere, and the matter of being strong is not worth mentioning at all, so Fatty Lin saw Damai and Jian Heng's intimacy, and turned his target to Jian Heng.

Jian Heng looked at Mai Mai's ghosts, and thought to himself: What the hell, I came here to watch the fun, but now I'm being shot, you fat bastard are really good at picking people!

"Okay!" Mai Mai said in an uncertain tone.

Fatty didn't suspect it was a fraud, and asked directly: "If you can do it, you can do it, if you can't do it, you can't do it!"

"Okay!" Mai Mai gritted her teeth.

Mai Mai's performance almost drove a group of students crazy with laughter in their hearts, and finally one of them couldn't help but burst out laughing.

The man laughed and immediately covered his mouth: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry!"

"One-on-one! Hit the other party until they lie down or admit defeat." The fat man raised his chin at Jian Heng.

"It won't be changed again, right?" Jian Heng continued to hold Damai's hand, and asked the fat man with a smile.

The fat man shook his head: "That's it!"

After finishing speaking, he said to Jian Heng: "I'll wait for you outside!"

After finishing speaking, he pushed the door and walked out with his two little followers without looking back.

Jian Heng let go of Damai's hand, took off the gloves from his shoulders, threw one into Damai's arms, and then tucked the remaining one under his armpit, took out the strap from his pocket and put it on his hand Started to get tangled up.

Many fitness people have seen the bandage. It is a cloth belt with a width of 6cm and a length of about four meters. There is a logo on one end and a loop on the other end. The loop is placed on the thumb and then tied. There is a set of professional The binding method is to make the fist tighter and more comfortable.

Jian Heng wrapped it very quickly. When he got to the door, he had already wrapped one hand. When he got outside, he stood still for about a minute, and the other hand was also wrapped.

Da Mai and Mai helped Jian Heng put the gloves on one by one.

Jian Heng was about to say something, when he heard Mai raise his hands up: "It's a bet, it's a bet, this one pays 2, and the other side pays 1.5...".

Hearing Mai Mai's yelling, several black lines hung on Jian Heng's forehead: I was about to fight with someone, and the cause of the incident was my sister-in-law, who suddenly changed her face and sat up. coming!

"I'll buy five and bet Jason will win"

"I'll block ten fast, and bet that Gene won't last five minutes!"

At the beginning, all the bets were made by the nearby 'old neighbors'. Some of them knew Jian Heng and thought that what Jian Heng looked like a few years ago was at most better now. As for the body shaping ranch run by Jian Heng, no one had much Think, and many of them also understand that fitness and boxing are two different things.

There are also some people who come here to hunt wolves or to find news. These people are either white or black. It is impossible for these outsiders to choose Jian Heng in terms of skin color or physical condition. Naturally, they chose the fat white man. .

More than half of the people in the bar rushed to place bets. Of course, only a small number of Jian Heng won, and almost all of them were students or people from the ranch. Most of the alcoholics who usually come here are overwhelmed. The tall fat man over there.

This kind of small gamble of the Americans is really a small gamble. It is of the nature of playing tickets. For example, this time it is almost always five dollars or ten dollars, and only one or two people bet twenty dollars.

To be honest, if you spend some time in the United States and have lived in white areas and places where Chinese gather, you will find a problem, that is, Chinese people like to gamble.

As long as Chinese people gather, there are people who gamble. Even in a small park where Chinese gather in New York, a table with a few stools, or even an open space, you can see Chinese gamblers gather there.

Jian Heng does not object to gambling in the nature of playing tickets, but he opposes such gambling. This is what Jian Heng believes is a very bad habit in some Chinese people: addicted to gambling.

There are naturally gamblers among Americans, but in general, it is rare to see a group of people who love to gamble together and play for a whole day in white-populated areas. Then go to the well-known blocking field in the world to see, and the most frequently seen are the East Asian faces, and the Chinese are the most.

"Hey! Do you still want to fight?!" The fat man saw that Jian Heng was stupefied, so he hammered the glove of his right hand with the glove of his left hand, and asked Jian Heng loudly at the same time.

What's the temperature now? It's minus eighty-nine degrees. The fat man is only wearing a football jersey, while Jian Heng is still wearing his coat. Jian Heng is not cold. wind!

"Hit!" Jian Heng came back to his senses and replied.

"Take off your clothes, in case something is hidden in your clothes!" said a cowboy next to the fat man.

Jian Heng had no choice but to take off his coat again, revealing the black twill shirt inside.

While waiting for Jian Heng to put on the gloves again, Mai Mai over there happily collected the money, holding a pile of bills in his hand and waving at Jian Heng.

Shaking his head helplessly, Jian Heng took two steps forward, and after only taking two steps forward, he stood in the circle surrounded by everyone.

"come on! Come on!"

A group of spectators immediately cheered up their respective bettors.

Judging from the scene, Jian Heng's momentum was obviously weaker.

The fat man was very aggressive. When he saw Jian Heng entered the circle, he put his hands in front of his face and pushed towards Jian Heng. When he moved in front of Jian Heng and was about a punch away, he waved his fist and greeted Jian Heng. When he came up, there was no intention of probing at all, and it seemed that Jian Heng was determined by this posture.

Jian Heng flinched to avoid the fat man's fist, and when he stood up again, he made an uppercut with his left hand, followed by a straight punch with his right hand, and went straight to the fat man's front.

Fatty couldn't react to Jian Heng's speed. When Fatty wanted to hide, Jian Heng's fist had already reached his face. When he felt his head buzzing, Jian Heng's right fist had already reached.

Snapped! Snapped!

The two punches directly hit the fat man's face. With Jian Heng's speed and strength, there was no way a mortal fat man could resist. He straightened up and leaned back, and fell to the ground with a bang.

This fight came suddenly, and it went just as suddenly, and it took only one round to win or lose.

"call!"

Everyone present took a deep breath, even those who pressed Jian Heng to win did not expect Jian Heng to win so cleanly.

The fat man on the ground opened his eyes wide, his nose was bleeding, and his face looked bewildered. After regaining his senses, he stared straight at Jian Heng, as if he saw a ghost.

"Bruce Lee!"

Someone in the crowd took a breath and called out Bruce Lee's name.

For Americans, Bruce Lee's influence is really too great, especially for Americans in their 30s and 40s, Bruce Lee is the first thing that comes to mind when mentioning a powerful Chinese.

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