I Have 48 Hours a Day

The boxing training ground called Garden is located in the old city, at an unobtrusive corner. Downstairs is a second-hand sporting goods store, which maintains the brick and tile structure of the old city. The mottled wall looks quite old. I do n’t know if the neon sign hanging in front of the window is to save electricity or is broken. There is no light at all, but fortunately, the light from the window proves that the training field is still open.

Zhang Heng and Leiya went down the stairs of the sporting goods store to the second floor, and they heard the sound of hitting the sandbags in the distance. Two naked muscular men were sweating like rain.

In addition, there is a skipping rope, a trainer lifting dumbbells, and a group of children sitting on the ground listening to lectures. The lecture is an old man with gray hair, which should be the person in charge of this training field.

Including the group of children who seem to be only eight or nine years old, they are all focusing on the things in front of them, and no one comes to talk to Zhang Heng who just came up.

But Leiya's appearance made the man who lifted the dumbbell couldn't help but look at it twice.

"My brother is not here." Leiya whispered to Zhang Hengdao.

Zhang Heng nodded and was not in a hurry. He stood there and waited patiently for about a quarter of an hour. The gray-haired coach taught the children the tips on punching, and let them start practicing before leaving for the two. come.

"Can I help you?"

"Let's find someone." Zhang Hengdao.

The old man made a hand gesture.

"But he is not here."

"Then I can't help." The old man turned around and went back to teach again.

"Wait, are you a Catholic?" Zhang Heng pulled out the leaflet that he received outside the monastery.

The old man took a look at the leaflet and then returned it again, "Sorry, I don't believe in religion."

"That bothers me."

Zhang Heng put the leaflet back in his pocket, and was about to leave. However, one of the two who hit the punching bag suddenly stopped, pointing at Zhang Heng and the boxing ring beside him.

"He wants to fight you." The old man frowned, but still spoke.

"Sorry, I haven't practiced boxing." Zhang Hengdao, then looked at Leiya, "Let's go."

The sandbag man seemed dissatisfied when he saw this. The old man sighed and had to say again, "If you are looking for someone, he may know where."

"Sorry, is he dumb and won't he speak himself?" Zhang Heng turned around.

The sandbag man apparently understood the two words dumb, and his expression changed and looked very unhappy. He patted his chest with a gloved hand, and then looked at Zhang Heng with a provocative look.

Several other people on the training ground also noticed the situation here and stopped the movements in their hands.

"I don't understand the rules of boxing," Zhang Heng said indifferently.

"It doesn't matter, you can use any fighting technique you are good at, and you can use weapons."

"Then who can lend me a knife." Zhang Hengdao, unfortunately, the best folding knife he used couldn't bring out a parallel copy.

"Can a steak knife work?"

"Um." Zhang Heng then borrowed a loop of tape and wrapped the blade around.

Seeing this scene, a scornful smile appeared on the man's face, and it seemed that he was laughing at Zhang Hengduo's move, let alone a steak knife, even if Zhang Heng was holding a Tang knife in his hand. May hurt him.

"Wait a while and thank you for the many wraps around the tape." Zhang Hengdao.

The old man wanted to give Zhang Heng the protective gear, which was declined by the latter. He just took off the suit outside and handed it to Leiya, and then stood on the boxing ring with the sandbag man.

The latter seemed to be amused by Zhang Heng's entrustment. When he saw his opponent still wearing a shirt and trousers in front of him, he moved his limbs and was too lazy to put on a defensive posture. He directly hooked Zhang Heng to signal the start.

Then the next moment his pupil shrank sharply. He was still thinking about whether to use an uppercut or a straight fist. How much strength should be used so that the opponent in front of him could lie down and not be fatal, and the result immediately followed him. I saw Zhang Heng suddenly move.

The strength of the sandbag man is not weak. He has practiced amateur boxing for three years and participated in many boxing matches. He has seen various opponents, but he has encountered such a fast movement for the first time.

Just as he still provoked the opponent with a hooking gesture, the blade of the steak knife in Zhang Heng's hand had already flashed in front of him, and he could poke his eyeball by just two centimeters forward.

No one expected that what would have been a dragon-fighting battle ended in less than a second.

It's so fast that most people don't even have a surprised expression.

"It's too fast, don't you count?" Zhang Heng retracted his hand. "Then you should shoot it for you this time?"

The sandbag man wiped the sweat on the tip of his nose. After this raid, he finally no longer had the ease and contempt he had before, and became vigilant. He has realized that the other party is not as good as it looks on the surface, but he is right. He is also very confident in his strength. Once he gets serious, he still has a great chance.

While thinking about this, the sandbag man finally began to show his footsteps. In order to prevent Zhang Heng from suddenly attacking like before, he also intentionally opened the distance between the two, and carefully tested the rhythm of the other by shaking his shoulders. .

This is exactly the attitude when facing a strong enemy.

On the other hand, Zhang Heng still did not respond, but just stood still.

The sandbag man tentatively for a while, and then began to feel very shameless ~ www.readwn.com ~ Every time he makes a small move, he will immediately make up the reaction to the opposite brain, and then he will do it in the first time based on the response of the brain to make up In the defensive action, the result was that he scared himself for a long time like a silly [beep], but Zhang Heng on the other side did not move from beginning to end.

The sandbag man realized that he couldn't continue this way, he had to launch an attack.

Thinking about it this way, the beach man finally took the first step and waved his right fist at the same time, and Zhang Heng finally moved. He leaned back later and avoided the punch, and then the beach man's second punch came. Now, this time he chose Zhang Heng's chest, but the other side still flashed easily.

At this time, the sandbag man had no more thoughts in his head. He just punched Zhang Heng faster than one punch, but it was unbelievable that his stormy general attack had been passed by the other party.

"Huh?" The old man watching the battle also had a look of surprise. He saw it for the first time at such a flexible pace. Even professional boxers can hardly do it because it is not something that can only be achieved through training. Requires considerable practical experience.

"Have you finished the attack? After that, I will take the next shot." Zhang Heng finally escaped after another round of attack by the sandbag man.