Great Power Army Reclamation

After finally waking up a guy who was sleeping on the stairs, I found out that Harry had a game today, where he signed a life and death certificate. The location was the underground club where Ye Yuze and the others went.

Ye Yuze didn't dare to delay, so he drove there with his senior sister.

The road is a bit far. Harry's villa is in the western suburbs of Boston, but the club is in the east of the city. It takes at least 40 minutes to drive.

Ye Yuze was driving fast and didn't pay attention to the traffic lights at all. Because he noticed that his senior sister was a little nervous, which was very rare for Zhou Guihua.

There are obviously more cars around the club. This club is private and the threshold for membership is very high. Ordinary people at the bottom of society simply can’t get in and don’t know about it.

At least Ye Yuze had the card, and it was Harry who gave it to him. There is a limit on the amount of membership cards. As for how much money he has to pay to become a member, Ye Yuze really doesn't know because Harry didn't tell him at all when he gave him the card.

After passing through two doors, a huge noise hit us. The two contestants on the stage were glaring at each other. One of them was Harry. The other was a black man who was younger than him and taller than him.

The host was standing on the stage to exaggerate the atmosphere: "Gentlemen and ladies, our boxing champion Harry is facing an important challenge in his life, because the young man opposite him is the boxing champion Mad Dog from Pennsylvania!"

The host walked up to the vicious dog, patted his strong chest muscles, then opened his lips to reveal his white teeth, and explained:

"The reason why I call him a mad dog is because this guy has bitten no less than ten people. The most serious one bit off someone's ear!"

There was an uproar in the audience, and some people shouted: "Get him out of Boston. Our Boston boxing champion relies on our fists, not our teeth!"

Mad Dog was obviously irritated by the shouting and cursing in the audience. He walked up to the host, grabbed his neck and lifted him up.

The supporter kicked his legs wildly, and his face was as suffocated as an eggplant. The whole thing turned purple.

Harry stepped forward and punched the mad dog on the temple. The mad dog shook his head to avoid it. The host took the opportunity to break free from his hand, and with lingering fear, he hid aside and continued to fool around:

"Gentlemen and ladies, everyone knows the record of our boxing champion Harry. As of today, he has fought 600 games, including ten draws and three losses, and the rest are all wins!"

The audience burst into applause. Most of these people had seen Harry's growth. He is the pride of Boston.

Although there are open competitions in the United States, these people understand that those so-called open champions cannot help but fight in front of underground boxers like Harry.

At this time, the host looked at the small piece of paper in his hand and continued: "Mad Dog's record is that he has played 500 games in two years without a single defeat!"

After reading the note, the master glanced at Harry with a worried expression, and the audience below also took a breath.

You must know that it took Harry four years to complete these 600 games. It took two years for this mad dog to complete 500 games. It can be said that this mad dog played almost every day and won every game. This kind of achievement is unique in the entire United States.

After saying this, the host announced in a serious tone: "Now, everyone can go and place your bets."

The club's income, in addition to membership fees, comes from betting on these games. Don't look at the host who was almost killed by a mad dog just now.

But his last words and expressions clearly imply that this mad dog is stronger than Harry. Tell everyone to buy Mad Dog to win.

As the bookmaker of the club, they naturally don’t want everyone to bet on Harry to win, so how can they make money? If something goes wrong, you'll have to pay for it.

Many people began to place bets, and some were still waiting to see. But the wait won't be long. Because once the game starts, no betting is allowed.

The mad dog on the stage looked at Harry with a ferocious smile: "Hey, kitten. You are already old. A toothless tiger is worse than a cat. I am here to end your myth today. From now on, there will be no more Harry in Boston. Only mad dogs!"

After saying that, Mad Dog raised his hands and circled around the ring, spitting at those who scolded him from time to time, and shouted: "Come up here, Harry is a daddy in front of me! Come up and help him fight together, otherwise he will hit you twice." If you're beaten to death by me, you won't have any fun."

Someone threw a wine bottle on the ring, but Mad Dog didn't fight back. These people didn't dare to hit him.

The mad dog now turned his attention to the host: "Hey, you Bostonians are all reptiles. You can only bark but don't dare to fight. I want to modify the agreement and allow that kitten to call a few accomplices to beat me together!"

The host shook his head: "The agreement cannot be changed, this is the rule."

Mad Dog pointed his middle finger at him: "Are you afraid of embarrassment? What's the use of people like you asking for face? Come on, Harry, you call people now. You really don't look good enough."

Harry looked at him expressionlessly. To be honest, he felt a little guilty. The past two years have been so smooth. I am no longer so diligent in training and am intoxicated all day long. Physical strength has begun to decline.

I found two more girls last night and drank so much wine. His head still hurts badly now. The body is also getting weak.

He accepted this challenge after receiving a call from his agent after drinking too much last night. If the call had come earlier, he would definitely not have drank the wine!

But now that it was over, he didn't care. After years of fighting in the arena, how could it be so easy to defeat him?

Ye Yuze and Zhou Guihua hid in the crowd and did not say hello to Harry, fearing that he would be distracted. On the other hand, Lin Dachui kept looking around with his big eyes, seeming to like this lively scene very much.

The gong finally sounded on the field, indicating that the game had begun and betting had stopped.

The difference between underground fighting and professional boxing is that there are no rules. That is to say, you can hit your opponent with any part of your body until the opponent loses the ability to resist.

Of course, if the opponent loses the ability to resist, you are not allowed to hit him again. The reason why I signed the life and death certificate was just in case. It's not uncommon for someone to be killed with one punch.

Harry is 28 years old this year. Over the years, he has indulged in drinking and sex, and the muscles in his stomach have become significantly looser. This is a fatal weakness for a professional boxer.

But he is lucky. He has been relying on his old skills for the past two years and has never met any decent opponents. But today this mad dog really scared him.

The mad dog's eyes were as fierce as his name, like a wild beast that could tear apart everything at any time.

This look was familiar to Harry, just like him a few years ago. For such people, there is no failure, only death!

Harry secretly clenched his fists, it looked like he would have to fight hard today. For such an opponent, showing weakness will only make him crazier!

As soon as the referee's whistle stopped, the mad dog rushed forward. There was no defensive movement at all, and the fists were already attacking like a storm.

Haha, thank you dear friends for accompanying me on this journey. I had good results last month. Let's work hard together!