The Best Actor in the Vase of Meiyu

Chapter 1713: Taking advantage of the situation
Snap, snap.

Brad was slapping himself wildly, but apart from the loud noise, his face remained calm, and his soul was wandering in the sky, as if he could not be pulled back.

Seth squeezed his huge head out from the corner and asked, "What if I say that Chris just bumped into Mike Tyson?"

A powerful sentence was said, and there was an instant silence, and it seemed that the background music was about to disappear temporarily.

Chris immediately shot back, "No way! It wasn't me! It was you who stepped on his foot, and Mike Tyson even groaned."

Seth, "Ouch? How is that possible! We are talking about Mike Tyson. How can Mike Tyson say 'Ouch'? It was you who exclaimed."

Brad: "But, Seth, didn't you hit Mike Tyson in the groin?"

"what!"

"Why else would you turn around and run away with a look of horror on your face?"

"That's because Mike Tyson turned around and his face was too close. Too close! Like a devil! And you said you were also startled and subconsciously elbowed Mike Tyson?"

"Elbow strike? When did it happen? Why didn't I see it?"

"When Mike Tyson turned around, Brad attacked directly,"

"I wasn't! I didn't! I just pushed him slightly to create some distance, that's all. What elbow? How could I elbow Mike Tyson? Ridiculous!"

There was a lot of chatter and noise, and the scene was chaotic.

The three of them couldn't stop arguing with each other, trying to work out the reason.

But in Anson's opinion, it didn't matter because all three of them were in trouble.

Anson waved, trying to calm the three of them down, "Hey."

However, no matter what, the three of them insisted on their own opinions and refused to give in, completely ignoring Anson's existence.

Anson took a deep breath and slapped the three men on the head. "Stop! Check, this is the Mike Tyson you are talking about, right?"

The three people finally came to their senses and looked in the direction Anson was looking. At a glance, they saw the burly man who appeared in the dance floor and looked around angrily. Even in the neon lights, they could see his dark face. For a moment, they couldn't tell whether his face was dark because he was originally angry or because his hair was standing on end.

The bulging deltoid muscles on both sides of his neck made him look like a triceratops, so fierce that he could knock them all over with one collision.

Of course, there is also the iconic Maori tattoo on his left cheek. His face, which was already full of flesh, now looks even more murderous and furious.

That is Mike Tyson, the world boxing champion. He is not only the youngest heavyweight world boxing champion, but also widely regarded as one of the best heavyweight boxing champions in the world. He became famous as early as 1986 and has been active in the boxing world for nearly twenty years. He is undoubtedly an iconic figure in global competitive sports.

Whether you like boxing or watch boxing, even if you know nothing about boxing, you have at least heard of Mike Tyson's name. This is his influence.

At this moment, Mike Tyson clenched his fists as big as bowls, furious and murderous, looking like a soldier on the battlefield.

The pressure is coming.

Seth, "Ah!"

With a scream, Seth no longer cared about his image and jumped onto the sofa. He curled up his chubby body behind Anson, but no matter how hard he tried, the fat was still piled there and it was impossible to completely wipe it off. Seth desperately buried his head behind Anson.

Brad also subconsciously took two steps back. Seeing that there was nowhere to escape, he thought quickly and stood beside Anson, lowering his head obediently, pretending that he was just a follower. He tried his best to eliminate his presence and showed with his actions that he had no say here.

As a result, Chris was the only one left. He looked left and right, with a look of surprise on his face.

Chris:? ? ?

It was too late to retreat at this point, so Chris could only stand where he was, forcing himself to straighten his back and trying to force a smile.

Chris couldn't see his own expression, but he believed that this smile might be uglier than crying.

Watching Mike Tyson approaching with his fists clenched tighter and tighter, countless thoughts flashed through Chris's mind. He thought he would fight back like a superhero, he thought he would dodge as nimbly as the agents in Hollywood movies, but the reality was not like that.

"Don't hit me in the face." Chris raised his hands, clasped his forearms together, and covered his cheeks, shouting out the only thought in his mind.

However, at this moment.

A force came from behind, dragging Chris backwards. Chris fell on the sofa with his arms and legs spread out, and the whole world was dizzy.

Chris opened his eyes, and only saw Anson's figure in the dizzying world. He stepped on the table and took a step forward. There was no special trick he could see. He broke the opponent's block and dodged, and easily pushed Mike Tyson's right hook to the side, avoiding his position.

Three Groundhogs:!

Everyone was stunned and couldn't believe their eyes. How did Anson do it?
Anson's forearm felt slightly numb and he suspected that his arm was bruised.

Although Anson received more than half a year of training in order to play "Spider-Man", it was all just for show and his practical experience was close to zero. How could he possibly compete with the battle-hardened Mike Tyson?
Just now, Anson noticed that Mike's eyes were hazy, his steps were light, and he reeked of alcohol. He must be half drunk and did not have the demeanor of a boxing champion at all. So, he used the opponent's force to avoid a head-on confrontation.

However, the forearm can still feel the power from Mike Tyson, which is powerful and heavy.

Mike Tyson's feet were not firmly planted, so he didn't exert full force. It was purely upper limb strength, but it still made Anson's forearm numb.

But on the surface, Anson could not show it, and remained calm, showing a big smile, "As expected of a boxing champion, one punch shows your skills."

A tall hat was put on quietly.

Mike Tyson was also a little dizzy and didn't understand what was going on. He was drunk and wasn't even sure whether he had hit or missed. But when he heard the compliment, he raised his chin habitually and said, "Haha, there are not many ordinary people who can catch my punch. You're good."

Half drunk, but not completely irrational.

Mike Tyson, "Those guys are your friends? They spilled my whiskey, so let's just punch each of them and forget about it."

Anson:......

He silently glanced at the three people behind him. The three people described the situation in an exaggerated way, as if they had severely hurt Mike Tyson and caused a big disaster.

As a result, this is it?
The three of them looked into the air to avert their gaze, continuing to pretend to be ostriches and avoid reality.

Anson didn't have time to pay attention to them and looked at Mike Tyson again.

The black face, the sour face, the expressionless face, the dull eyes, were like two lifeless black holes, staring at Anson dimly. The flesh on his cheeks was twitching, and the muscle lines on his shoulders and arms were completely tense, but the whole person was extremely relaxed, standing there casually.

A sense of confidence and dominance naturally emanated from him. It wasn't even murderous intent, but a feeling of looking down on an unknown person from a high position.

Not worth mentioning.

Anson believed that if he dared to make a rash move, Mike Tyson would not mind at all if his cheeks were bruised. He felt like meat on a chopping board.

(End of this chapter)