Lin Feng's opponent is Charles. He used to be a professional boxer, but he was only the one who ranked at the bottom. He retired after three or four years of professional boxing.

Although he has not achieved any achievements in the professional boxing world, Charles is still very competitive in the amateur boxing ring. His current record in the amateur boxing ring is 42 wins and 7 losses.

In Shaq's opinion, the four Lin Fengs could not be Charles' opponents.

"Dennis, inform the boxing ring upstairs to add another game." Shaq ordered, and then said to Lin Feng: "We are amateur boxing matches, similar to the black boxing you understand, but the rules are not that cruel. There are two rules in the boxing ring. First, you can only use fists, and second, you cannot take lives. But the chance of being disabled is very high. Are you sure there is no problem?"

"No problem!" Lin Feng shook his head and said, "But I have a request, I want to hide my identity."

"It's okay. Many boxers will choose to hide their identities. We have many beautiful masks for you to choose from. In addition, you have to give yourself a nickname." Shaq shrugged with a smile.

"Just call it Shen Feng." This is the nickname given to him by Chinese fans.

"Okay, I'm looking forward to your performance in the ring. Dennis, take him to change his clothes, and Brother Walker, you're free!" Shaq said, and pointed at the two black men who were escorting Walker and led them out of the reception room.

"I deserve to die! I'm a bastard! I shouldn't call you that!!" Walker, who was regaining his freedom, slapped his mouth hard, with regret on his face.

"Don't do this Walker, you are my agent. Without your operation, I don't think I can't log in to the NBA so soon." Lin Feng said lightly.

"Lin! You must never go to the ring, otherwise your career will probably be over! You are a genius, you cannot take risks for a bastard like me! Just in the afternoon, I received several calls from managers of the team. If you can continue your current performance, maybe you can really get a maximum salary contract." Walker said sincerely.

"This is good news." Lin Feng smiled: "Don't worry, Walker, I won't lose to that guy."

"Forest!……"

"Okay, don't say it, man, believe me." Lin Feng patted Walker on the shoulder, and then said to Dennis: "Let's go and take me to change my clothes."

"I'm so glad this bastard. If someone else had kicked him away!" Dennis sighed, then led Lin Feng and Walker out of the reception room and took the elevator to the top floor of the building, 58th floor.

As soon as the three of them walked out of the elevator, Lin Feng heard a burst of fanatical cheers.

"Beat him!"

"Damn it, beat him to death!"

"Someone is going to be taken to the hospital again..."

Dennis shrugged and looked at Lin Feng beside him: "Poor guy, you will be the next one to be sent to the hospital."

"Maybe it's your companion." Lin Feng also shrugged.

"Okay, you'll soon know how powerful Charles is." Dennis spread his hands and took Lin Feng into the locker room.

"Although our boxing competition is amateur, the equipment here is definitely the most professional." Dennis pointed to the various equipment hanging in the locker room and said.

Lin Feng chose a pair of fitted shorts, changed into another pair of shoes, and finally chose a pair of 284 grams of heavy boxing gloves.

"It seems that you understand some rules." Dennis said a little surprised when he saw Lin Feng take the 284 grams of boxing gloves directly but not the 226 grams.

In professional boxing competitions, 226 grams of boxing gloves are used for the 48-67 kg competitions, while 284 grams of boxing gloves are used for the 71-91 kg competitions. Lin Feng and Charles weigh far more than 71 kg, so Lin Feng directly took 284 grams of gloves.

Lin Feng smiled coldly: "I know a lot."

"Oh, it seems we really underestimate you." Dennis frowned.

Lin Feng didn't say anything. In fact, he knew nothing about boxing before, but on the way to the locker room, he once again used the kidnapping superstar system.

The superstar he kidnapped this time is Mike Tyson.

Originally, Lin Feng agreed to appear on stage because he had kidnapped Bruce Lee before and knew his Jeet Kune Do, but he could not use his feet in the boxing ring, so Lin Feng decided to kidnap a boxing superstar.

Speaking of boxing, Lin Feng firmly believes that no one can beat Tyson at his peak.

Lin Feng still remembers watching Tyson's boxing match with his friends when he was a child. While waiting for the opening, Lin Feng went to the bathroom. Just as he was peeing, his friend shouted that the game had begun. As a result, Lin Feng had just finished peeing, and his friend shouted again, the game was over...

That's right, this is the beast Tyson. At its peak, few boxers could survive a round under his punches.

Tyson has two skills in total, namely, heavy punch critical hit and boxing routine, and some basic boxing knowledge is attached.

Lin Feng extracted these two skills from Tyson, but due to his own physical fitness, he has not yet been able to use the skills of a critical hit to the extreme. However, Lin Feng believes that as long as he can exert one or two percent of the power against a last-rate player like Charles, it is enough.

Moreover, Lin Feng is a professional basketball player after all, and his physical fitness is also good. In addition, Lin Feng added the attribute points obtained in the previous two games to his agility and physical fitness. Now Lin Feng's own attributes have also improved a good way.

"You can choose one of these masks." After Lin Feng finished arming, Dennis handed him a few more masks.

In fact, many professional boxers will make money from amateur boxing competitions, and they don’t want to reveal their identities, so they have these masks. The masks here are specially made and can be fully matched with the face shape, just like a layer of plasticine sticking on the face, hiding their appearance.

Lin Feng chose one casually, and it looked a bit like Batman when he wore it on his face.

"Let's go, the last game is over." Dennis said.

Lin Feng nodded and followed him out of the locker room, Walker followed closely behind.

Soon, Dennis led Lin Feng to the boxing scene. This was a not-so-spacious house with smoke inside, squeezing one or two hundred people. At this time, the last boxing match had just ended, and people were liquidating their "harvest", some were excited, and some were lonely.

Lin Feng walked into the house and met two strong men carrying a stretcher, with a coma white boxer lying on it. Apparently, he was the loser of the last boxing match.

"Lin! This is so scary. You should not go on stage. I can still live without a hand, but if you become his..." Walker's turbid eyes were filled with tears. I don't know if he was really worried about Lin Feng or was scared by this scene.

In fact, Lin Feng has never seen such a scene, but with the skills of the beast Tyson, he is naturally full of confidence.

"Don't worry, I'll be fine."

Lin Feng comforted Walker.

"Lin, you want to show off on stage." Dennis said to Lin Feng.

Lin Feng nodded, followed Dennis to the bottom of the boxing ring, and then went to the ring. At this time, Charles, who had been dressed up, also stepped onto the ring from the other side.

The person who hosted the boxing match was a bald white man who pulled Lin Feng and Charles to the center of the ring, and then shouted loudly: "Gentlemen, ladies, the next boxing match will start fifteen minutes later. Let our two boxers show their faces."

"First of all, the one on my left is Charles with a record of 42 wins and 7 losses!"

The host raised Charles' arm and introduced loudly. A cheer immediately sounded from the audience. Obviously, Charles is still popular here.

"Stand on my right side, this is a mysterious boxer from the East, Shen Feng!"

The host raised Lin Feng's arm again, but there was a booing sound at the scene.

"Okay, now the two boxers have met you, you can start betting. The odds of winning and losing in this game are 10:1! The profit limit is 500,000 US dollars. Don't miss the opportunity to get rich..."

After the host finished speaking, the scene immediately became restless.

The odds of 10:1, that is, they can make a profit of one dollar if they pay ten dollars to buy Charles to win, while if they pay ten dollars to buy Lin Feng to win, they can make a profit of one hundred dollars if they pay ten dollars to buy Lin Feng.

The profit limit of $500,000 means that the dealer only pays $500,000 at most in this boxing game, which is a risk control method.

"It seems that Shaq is in a good mood today and actually gave him $500,000 for free. Haha, I want to suppress all my net worth, Charles won for $200,000!" Someone in the crowd shouted and then headed straight to the betting area.

"This game must be the most suspenseless game this month. Damn it, I only have 50,000 US dollars!"

"Damn it, is anyone lending me some money? This is a rare opportunity to get rich!"

"Hundred thousand! Charles wins!"

"Fifty thousand! Charles wins!"

“…”

The crowd was boiling and they shouted to buy Charles win...

However, at this moment, a strange sound suddenly sounded at the door.

"I'll weigh 50,000 US dollars - Shen Feng wins!!"

Swish~!

Hearing this voice, everyone turned their heads incredibly. They wanted to see which fool actually bought a yellow man and won.

However, after seeing the person coming, all the guys who were about to swear and sarcastic, closed their mouths obediently.

Walking into the boxing ring was a blonde and blue-eyed beauty with a hot body.

The woman was wearing a fiery red tight leather jacket, outlining a perfect curve that made all men lose. On her chest, two balls of tender flesh were trembling amazingly...

"Miss Dina!"

Sitting in the betting area, Shaq, who was holding a cigar in his arms, was shocked when he saw the woman and trotted over.

"Miss Dina, why are you here?" Shaq smiled flatteringly.

"Can't I come?" the woman named Dina asked coldly.

"Oh, of course not, but you can tell me that I can arrange for someone to pick you up," Shaq said.

Dina gave him a blank look, then glanced at the direction of the boxing ring, saying disdainfully: "Can you be a little more dedicated to the counterfeit boxing? Even an idiot can tell if you make such a vulnerable guy! Humph, these guys who bought Charles to win must have been ruined by gambling! You really will give money kindly??"

"Miss Dina, you know, I never fight fake punches in my field." Shaq said with a smile.

"Is that true?" Dina gave him a blank look and said, "Many people buy Charles, I will continue, I will buy that Shenmao!"

"This..." Shaq looked embarrassed.

"What? Don't you dare?" Dina sneered.

"No." Shaq shook his head and whispered: "Miss Dina, this Shenfeng really cannot win. As for our boxing ring, there must be times when those gamblers taste the sweetness, so this is not the fake punch you imagine."

"I will believe you?" Dina curled her lips: "Even if she loses, I'm willing. Do you think I care about hundreds of thousands of dollars?"

"Okay, just be happy!" Seeing that Dina insisted so much, Shaq stopped persuading.

Dina snorted coldly, walked straight to the betting area, and then took a check to the table. How many Shenfeng can you buy can you fill in the numbers directly.

After saying that, Dina walked directly to the main guest area, which was also the only high platform with seats in the boxing ring.
To be continued...