The Best Actor in the Vase of Meiyu

Chapter 1714: Master of Tricks
A momentum, the momentum accumulated from hundreds of battles and bloody fights, is revealed naturally, and it cannot be performed.

For once in a lifetime, Anson was at a disadvantage, feeling extremely stuck and having no idea where to start.

Anson believed that Mike Tyson was true to his word, and that if the three of them each took a punch, the matter would be settled, and big things would be reduced to small things, and small things would be forgotten.

The key point now is, can the three of them withstand this punch?

Anson barely managed to control himself, and reminded himself: It is true that the Triceratops looks ferocious, but it is actually a herbivore.

Anson adjusted his breathing, met Mike Tyson's gaze, and smiled, "Ha, you are indeed a warrior, decisive and full of courage."

Quietly, another compliment.

Anson once heard a saying that Mike Tyson didn't like his appearance, he even hated it. He even hated his reflection in the mirror. He just wanted to erase his face completely. That's why he tattooed a Maori warrior tattoo on his cheek. It not only covered his cheek, but also showed his identity as a warrior, making himself believe that he was a warrior who did not need to rely on his appearance and spoke with his fists.

However, rumors are just rumors, and Anson has never confirmed them.

Anson himself knew how unreliable Hollywood rumors were. They became more and more outrageous, and it was not surprising that they might even evolve into science fiction or mythology.

Nevertheless, Anson gave it a try.

Then--

"Hehe." Mike Tyson chuckled twice, "You are quite interesting."

Anson knew that his bet was right and took the crucial first step. "Ha, it's an honor. One hundred percent. This should be our honor. I mean, your proposal, not everyone is qualified to be punched by you, right? People should line up for such an opportunity."

Mike Tyson showed admiration in his eyes. He liked this kid who could talk. "You know that too?"

In 2002, Mike Tyson and Lennox Lewis fought the fight of the century, with an appearance fee of million US dollars.

So, what Anson said was not entirely a compliment, it was indeed true.

Anson shrugged. "Of course. Mike Tyson. That's the signboard, that's the business card. Does it need any other words to describe it?"

Mike Tyson seemed particularly satisfied and laughed heartily. Although his hands were still clenched into fists out of habit, the murderous intent was long gone.

Anson continued to push the boat along, "I guess not everyone is qualified to buy a drink for Mike Tyson, right?"

After a pause, Anson looked at Mike Tyson carefully, as if he was considering and thinking.

"How about Dalmore in sixty-two?"

The air stagnated for a moment, and it seemed as if one could see bright stardust dancing in the psychedelic and gorgeous lights, and even the deafening music gradually faded away.

Seth and Chris were confused. They knew that Dalmore was the world's top and oldest whiskey brand, but a 62-year-old Dalmore?

Their hearts were beating wildly in their chests. Both of them looked at Mike Tyson and swallowed.

Mike Tyson seemed stunned as well. He paused for a moment, with a hint of confusion in his eyes. "You mean the Dalmore of 1962?"

The irrepressible curiosity and excitement are overflowing.

The next second, Mike Tyson took a step forward, and he could clearly feel the air tightening - it was about to explode!
Chris didn't have time to think. He subconsciously took a step forward and moved closer to Anson, as if ready to fight side by side, and clenched his fists tremblingly.

However, before he could throw a punch, Chris could see Mike Tyson hooking Anson's shoulders, slapping him hard twice, and laughing wantonly.

"Haha, you mean to say that you found the Dalmore of 1962? Come on, sit down and let's talk."

Mike Tyson walked into Anson's booth with a familiar manner, sat down calmly, and patted the sofa as if taking the initiative, motioning Anson to sit down.

In less than half a second, Mike Tyson changed his expression and stared at Anson fiercely, "Wait, you are not talking nonsense, are you?"

"If you dare to lie to me, my tiger baby hasn't eaten yet tonight. I don't mind adding a special meal for him when I go back."

At the side, Brad looked at Anson a little nervously. Compared with Chris and Seth who had confused eyes, Brad obviously knew how precious this bottle of wine was.

Anson seemed particularly calm. "I'm sorry, you should know how difficult it is. I can't guarantee it either. I still need to look at the ability of Paradise. Just now, their duty manager gave me a special wine list, and I saw it on it. As for whether it's true or not, we need to verify it together."

Pretty!

With one move, all the responsibility was shifted to the club. No matter what happens next, Mike Tyson's anger will be vented on the club. Compared with these four people, it should be much easier for the club to deal with them.

What really matters is that Anson quietly pulled Mike Tyson into the same camp. They were on the verge of a fight one second, but became drinking buddies who shared the same hatred for the enemy the next.

Mike Tyson didn't realize what was happening at all. He had long forgotten the insignificant accident. All his attention was on the bottle of whiskey.

Mike Tyson did not hide his surprise, "Damn it, why didn't they give me this wine list? Don't I deserve it? I need to see this wine list."

Rage, burning.

If Paradise doesn't give this precious wine list to Mike Tyson as soon as possible, the boxing champion might suddenly explode and ruin the excitement.

In fact, Anson was very happy to watch the show and enjoy the scene of Mike Tyson making trouble, but considering that the club was taking the blame for them, Anson gave up the idea of ​​watching the fun to avoid making things worse.

Anson raised his chin slightly. "I think maybe it's because they saw a group of fat sheep. They knew at a glance that it was their first time to come to such a top place. They casually put their credit cards with them and kept swiping them without looking at the amount or the number, squandering all their wealth in one night."

"They should be lying in ambush here."

The subtext is that, apparently, they wouldn't dare ambush Mike Tyson.

Sure enough, this sentence not only answered Mike Tyson's doubts, but also made Mike Tyson feel better. He patted Anson's shoulder heavily.

"Haha, it's okay, I'll help you check and see if they have any ill intentions."

Mike Tyson took the responsibility very generously, as if he was protecting Anson and the others as his own brothers, and stretched out his hand to greet the waiter.

A crisis was resolved quietly and without a trace, and they were drinking at the same table with Mike Tyson without knowing what was going on.

Everything happened so fast that Chris and the others couldn't react.

Chris retained some rationality and knew at a glance that Anson, the master of deception, was at work again, but was it really okay to deceive Mike Tyson?
Chris leaned back subconsciously and looked at Anson from behind Mike Tyson, but how could he communicate in such a short time? There was not enough time at all, so he just asked silently, "...What happened to Dalmore in 1962?"

(End of this chapter)