This question finally attracted Fatty's attention.

When he raised his head, what he saw was a strange face that he had never seen before.

Under the dim light, the fat man's eyes stayed on Lu Qi's young face for a few seconds before he asked:

"Are you going to participate in a fighting match?"

"Yes."

After receiving a definite answer, the fat man suddenly became interested. While looking at Lu Qi's figure unscrupulously, he said:

"You have to understand, this is no joke. With your small body, I'm not sure I can find an opponent of the same level as you."

Shrugging, Lu Qi spread his hands and said indifferently:

"I won't refuse anyone who comes."

"I don't want to watch a boxing match where I know the outcome before it even starts... Have you ever participated in a boxing match before?"

"have."

Yes, Lu Qi had experience participating in similar fighting matches, although it was in another world...

"Well, at least you're not a rookie..."

Looking at Lu Qi suspiciously, the fat man picked up a quill pen on the table, put the pen tip into the ink bottle, and said:

"I am the person in charge of the club, Baltz. The matches for today and tomorrow have been arranged. If you want to participate, I can arrange it for you until the day after tomorrow."

"no problem."

"name."

"Tyson."

Anyway, in this era, there is no such thing as an ID card, so Lu Qi reported the name of the boxing champion without any shame.

"Height and weight"

"6 feet, 155 pounds."

"age."

"25."

As Lu Qi answered one by one, the fat man lowered his head and wrote Lu Qi's personal information on a contestant directory.

"Very good, Tyson, here is your entry ticket. Come here again tomorrow, and then you will know who your opponent is."

Taking the ticket handed over by the fat man, Lu Qi scanned it and found that in addition to his personal information, there was a red circular seal on it.

On the seal is a string of letters spaced out in English - blighters, which translates to thugs!

It seems that the power of the thug gang is really spread all over London...

Lu Qi casually put the ticket into his trouser pocket and heard the fat man's eviction order:

"you can go now."

Hearing this, Lu Qi stood still, raised a finger, and asked: "I have another question, can contestants bet on themselves?"

As Lu Qi didn't obey and leave obediently, Fatty's face clearly showed a hint of displeasure.

However, Baltz, who had dealt with various people, did not get angry and still answered the question:

"Yes. In fact, many self-righteous guys will do this before taking the stage."

"They thought they were good at fighting, but it wasn't until their arms were broken or their legs were broken that they realized how stupid they were."

"I think you're not that kind of person, right?"

Facing Baltz's sarcastic look, Lu Qi did not answer, but bowed slightly and said goodbye:

"Good night, Mr. Baltz."

After completing the check-in and registration tasks, Lu Qi had no intention of continuing to watch the two strong men fighting each other in the ring. After meeting up with the reluctant Connor, the two took a carriage and returned to the hotel...

...

The next day, Lu Qi came to the club alone and met the opponent assigned to him by the club.

Bald head, bulging biceps, fierce face...

He was a strong man who could directly join the thug gang without passing the test. He was shorter than Lu Qi, but his stout figure was enough to scare many people.

Bald was a little surprised by the opponent the club arranged for him, but he soon felt that he had gotten a big bargain.

Before leaving, the bald man thought he was sure to defeat Lu Qi. He scratched his neck with his thumb and provoked Lu Qi:

"Boy, you're dead..."

Lu Qi simply chose to ignore the bald man's provocation to his own death.

After confirming the time of the competition and some details of the fighting competition, Lu Qi left the construction factory.

...

The next day, noon.

London, which has been gloomy all the time, is rarely sunny.

Lu Qi, who had just gotten off the carriage, felt the warmth on his body and couldn't help but sigh:

"Well... today is a good day to beat someone up..."

Walking into the construction plant and in front of Baltz, Lu Qi took out his ticket and said to the person in charge of the fat man:

"The weather is really nice today, what do you think, Mr. Baltz?"

After receiving the ticket and looking at Lu Qi, who still looked indifferent, Baltz raised his eyebrows and then said:

"Mr. Tyson, your odds today are 1:5. Don't you plan to place a bet on yourself?"

"That's what I meant."

As soon as he finished speaking, Lu Qi took out two gold coins from his trouser pocket, threw them on the table, smiled slightly, "Two pounds, I bet I will win."

Baltz was completely baffled by Lu Qi's confident move.

He didn't expect that after meeting his opponent, Lu Qi would dare to bet heavily on himself to win.

The Asian in front of me is either stupid or has absolute confidence in his own strength!

Then let me see if you are a fool or a strong person hiding your strength!

Thinking of this, Baltz handed a gambling ticket to Lu Qi and said a blessing:

"Wish you good luck..."

After placing the bet, Lu Qi took off all the clothes on his upper body, revealing his streamlined and explosive figure. He tied his hands with cloth strips and jumped into the fighting arena under the disdainful and curious eyes of the audience.

And his opponent has been waiting for a long time...

Standing on a wooden box outside the fighting arena, a man in a top hat wearing a tuxedo held a large homemade speaker made of iron sheets, heating up the atmosphere for the upcoming fight:

"Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the Fight Club. The exciting fighting matches will continue! This time, we will have a relatively special match."

"On my left is John, who is 15 wins and 4 losses, and on my right is Tyson, who is competing for the first time..."

When Lu Qi was introduced, many viewers involuntarily booed.

Some of them spit out fragrant words, curse words and splashing saliva, constantly attacking Lu Qi, a novice fighter.

As usual, after introducing the results of both sides, the host went directly to the betting session without any more nonsense:

"Now, ladies and gentlemen, you can start placing your bets!"

Hearing this, the audience rushed to the place where the bets were placed.

Obviously, 99% of the audience had bet their money on Lu Qi's opponent.

There is no way, just from the perspective of paper strength, Lu Qi does not have an advantage.

However, not everyone thinks so.

When the betting was about to end, a young man wearing a blue-green plaid tuxedo and a top hat bet ten silver coins on Lu Qi.

Pressing the brim of his hat, the young man revealed a pair of cunning eyes:
Chapter completed!