Cyber ​​psychosis is my girlfriend

V is not as blindly optimistic as he is, "Be careful, if you get punched by that guy, you probably won't have a chance."

Following his vigilant gaze, Luo Qi saw a giant black man sitting on the leather sofa in the VIP area in the corner.

A back wall covered with promotional posters, two decent-looking isolation belts, and two unsmiling animal bodyguards on the left and right, each of which is a big guy with a weight.

Dark skin, exposed modified parts, and a prosthetic body like a small tank.

With the experience of watching cyber psychosis, Luo Qi could tell at a glance that this is a modified weirdo, and half of his body is estimated to be synthetic organs and tissues.

Unlike Alex, Boxer only needs to think about things in the ring and doesn't need those other functions.

There are mainly two-

attack and defense.

This also makes this big muscle tyrant with the bandit name "Razor Hughes" look like a normal person.

The coiled and crouching dragon-like muscles are bulging high, hard, no different from metal.

The fists of ordinary people fell on him, and there was no difference between custody and massage.

"What are you watching? I usually sign autographs for fans after the game."

Seeing Luo Qi looking at him, Hughes said bluntly.

"Arrogant enough."

Rocky nodded approvingly.

From the point of view of momentum, Hughes has grasped the style very well.

A style of being a boxing star who can't beat everything.

Surrounded by media reporters and cameras, the space around the VIP area was almost blocked.

It can be seen that Hughes' company and sponsors also spent a considerable amount of money to create momentum for this black boxing final.

This is totally absent from the Play-Ins.

Sometimes, passers-by spectators happen to take a look. It would be nice to have dozens of people present, and most of them just know that they are going to fight temporarily, so they just take a look.

But the specifications of the finals are obviously much higher, which can be seen from the number of spectators present.

The first floor of Nuoda's gymnasium was completely blocked.

And many more, watching the game on the Internet through the official live broadcast.

"Have you talked to him?" Luo Qi turned around and pointed to Hughes.

"No, I don't think such a guy can talk very well."

V shakes his head.

He is a firm supporter of the party, and he thinks that Jack should play well, and the others will wait until the winner is determined, and it will not be too late.

"Then I'll go talk to him."

Luo Qi showed a reassuring smile, "I just like to chat with people who don't talk well."

"who are you?"

Seeing Luo Qi and Suzi swaggering and playing like no one's land, they walked to the side sofa and sat down, Razor Hughes was a little curious.

Ordinary people don't dare to get so close to themselves.

I don't have to do anything at all, just put on a show, and these people will worry that their heads will be blown off with a fist.

As for this young man and woman with small arms and legs, it was not in his consideration at all.

"The brother of your next opponent."

Luo Qi introduced, "Come and learn about famous star boxers."

"I think it's spying for information."

Hughes breathed out through his nostrils, "But I don't care, anyway, after he finished the game, he has to go to the emergency room to put the pieces together."

"It seems that you are very confident in yourself?"

Luo Qi looked at Razor Hughes, and suddenly felt that this vicious-looking guy was not so difficult to communicate with.

"Aren't you also very confident in your brother?"

Hughes showed a horrible smile under the dark eye sockets that could be seen under the black skin.

That terrifying smile that can stop a child crying at night.

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Surrounded by loud audiences, someone has been playing a very magical background music.

"rua it it it it it...Alesia~"

"rua it it it it it...Alesia~"

It's just these two sentences upside down, and then it's "mumbling murmur aba aba", repeating the above fragment.

Luo Qi heard that his head was a little big, and he couldn't help but didn't answer Hughes first, but looked at the speaker that made the sound.

His face was wrinkled into a bitter gourd.

"What song is this?"

"Did you say this song?"

Razor Hughes got on board, "It seems to be a local pop song, sung in Haitian, I don't know what it is."

Although he is also black, he is not a Haitian black, so it is normal that he does not understand.

Haitian culture is the most influential in Pacific Ocean, and the official languages ​​of Haiti include "Haitian Creole" and "French".

In fact, Creole itself is a hybrid language, a mixture and simplification of Portuguese, English, French and African languages.There are differences in grammar and vocabulary depending on the second language spoken in each region.

Haiti was formerly a French colony, so Haitian can share about one-third with French.

Anyway, Luo Qi only knows English. For a foreign language idiot like him, Haitian is an extremely evil language.

It sounded like a tribal shaman muttering some ancient incomprehensible spell into the skull.

Of course, Haitians don't mind being told that about them.

Because their native culture, as well as the religion they believe in, is exactly what Luo Qi imagined.

"It's Alé isiya."

Suzi secretly reminded.

Luo Qi froze for a moment, unable to react for a while.

Ratatatata...Alé isiya~

Was it really that hard work?

Roach sees quite French traces in the structure of the word.

"Then what does 'Alesia' mean?"

He doesn't have a language translation implant, so he's a goose.

"I don't know, it's probably a person's name or a place name." Suzi also said that he had no way of knowing.

"Okay, stop talking about the boring voodoo language."

Razor Hughes was a little dissatisfied.

"Ahem, what did you say just now?" Luo Qi pulled himself back.

"I said that brother of yours is doomed."

Hughes didn't have any expression, his face was calm, and with his pair of black eyes, it looked as if he was stating the facts.

In fact, he also has the confidence and confidence.

"Jack isn't like those scumbags."

Luo Qi chose to believe in his brother.

"Don't be ridiculous." Hughes raised his hand, "Punch him in the jaw, and he will shrink to the floor like a ball."

"My record in the ring is 47 wins and 0 losses, 20 of which were won by KO opponents."

"I think your brother looks like the 21st."

Razor Hughes looked at Jack and said firmly.

That can be said.

Luo Qi returned a silent smile, a little mysterious and a little weird.

"Why did the heavyweight boxing champion come here to play amateur matches? Is the family short of money?"

"On the contrary. My main worry is that people who have a lot of money don't know how to spend it."

Hughes raised his chin, half showing off, half contemptuously saying, "I came from the street, and now I have achieved so much, fans are afraid that I will forget my original intention."

"So I want to prove that I'm still that fist-fissing street kid at heart..."

"And you... your brother, just looking for death."

As he spoke, a sense of arrogance arose spontaneously, but when he saw Luo Qi, this arrogance changed.

"What's your expression like?"

"Oh...it's nothing."

Luo Qi laughed twice, still maintaining that interesting expression.

Heavyweight boxing champion, star boxer, never forgetting his original intention, street kid.

When these words are connected together, what almost pops out in the next second are "touching" and "worth looking forward to".

It's no wonder that these media are desperately trying to build momentum and promote it.

It is estimated that the company behind Hughes spent a lot of money.

This is called "operation".

As for how true or false this story is, Luo Qi doesn't care.

For the audience, Razor Hughes is synonymous with boxers, and everyone knows it.

Star athletes with high-end sponsors, boxing champions with sky-high appearance fees.

Compared with the grand prix stages he once stood on, the small field of underground black boxing is just an amateur competition that can't get on the stage.

That's right, it's an amateur game.

Mainstream combat sports, including boxing, kickboxing and mixed martial arts.

simply put.

Boxing can only use fists, while free combat allows the use of various techniques including punches, kicks, knees, and throws. On the basis of free combat, mixed martial arts also includes elbows, ground, and close-quarters techniques, allowing multi-category fighting use of the technique.

However, in fact, boxing with the fewest moves is the most commercialized combat sport.

Not only has a large number of registered boxers, but also countless capitals participate in it, and there are countless audiences.

But in terms of gold-absorbing ability, it is no less than sports like American football.

A top boxing champion like Razor Hughes, with a career of 47 wins and 0 losses, and a KO rate of 42.5%, is a number one gold-absorbing sign no matter where he goes.

At his level, the ability to box is one aspect, and the ability to make money is what the capital side cares more about.

The first is game tickets. Usually, boxing championships can easily reach tens of millions of dollars.

Then there is the TV broadcasting right, including the live broadcasting rights of various TV stations around the world, which generally use on-demand fees.

Then comes the advertising fee. For high-level competitions, dozens or hundreds of companies participate in various forms of advertising.

Finally, there is the star effect, the fans and audiences it brings, and the resulting social effects.

In this way, as long as there is a boxing match with sufficient specifications, tens of millions will no longer be able to fight.

There is another ingredient that can easily surpass the above four aspects——

gambling.