America is in control

Chapter 64: Pre-match bets and changes in painting style

Time flies by in the blink of an eye. With Bob's series of promotional methods, this boxing championship challenge competition has become more and more anticipated by boxing fans.

General Liu's popularity has also skyrocketed. At least on the streets of Los Angeles, passers-by will recognize him from time to time.

This is an indescribable feeling, both a bit enjoyable and a bit nervous.

Although the promotional activities arranged by Bob took up part of Liu's time to prepare for the competition.

But from a larger perspective, this matter still has more advantages than disadvantages.

Liu will be quite satisfied with the results of his preparations. During this period, his condition has been maintained well.

Except for Rooney who complained about too much publicity, other members of the logistics team expressed understanding.

Tomorrow is the pre-match press conference, and everything is ready.

Bob found General Liu privately and hinted that the latter could be a little more enthusiastic when answering reporters' questions tomorrow.

Of course Liu Jiang understood the other party's purpose, and Bob's ideas coincided with his.

Isn't it just a joke? How difficult is this!

At the pre-match press conference, the boxers taking their seats one by one along with the back-up matches.

General Liu was the second to last person in line. He was still dressed like an ancient Roman emperor and looked so different.

After putting up a few poses on the stage for the reporters in the audience to take pictures, Liu Shiran returned to the long table.

But as soon as his butt settled, Camacho's appearance made him almost jump up again.

I don't know what's going on in this melon's head, but he's actually dressed up like Hannibal.

He walked onto the stage arrogantly and raised his head provocatively at General Liu.

The opponent's move almost made Liu Jiang laugh.

Doesn't Camacho, an old boy, know that Hannibal ended in failure?
Look at his smug expression, he is so ignorant and fearless!
However, the effect of his outfit is also impressive, which can be seen from the reactions of reporters in the audience.

After waiting for a long time, Camacho took his seat, and the reporter's question session began.

A reporter in the audience asked: "John, what do you think of Camacho's outfit?"

Liu Jiang raised the microphone and glanced at Camacho with some disdain.

"How can I watch? Of course I sit and watch!"

"The old guy opposite, I don't know if he has something wrong with his head or if he really hasn't read a book."

"Don't he know Hannibal's final fate?"

Covering his head as if he couldn't bear to stare, Liu Jiang deliberately sighed.

Without waiting for reporters to ask questions, Camacho said directly: "You brat, are you scared?"

"Are you afraid that I will cross the Alps and give you a fatal blow?"

"It's too late now! I'm about to arrive in Rome, and what awaits you is doomed to failure!"

After Camacho finished speaking, he made a gesture of drawing a bow and shooting an arrow towards General Liu.

You should treat each other with admiration after three days of separation!

Somewhat shocked by Camacho's performance, Liu Jiang sighed in his heart.

But you still have to fight when you should, and you can't let the other party get too presumptuous.

"Old guy, do you have what it takes?"

"If you want to defeat me, you can't do it with just your mouth!"

Camacho held his head high and said with great confidence: "When you crawl on the ring, you will know how hard my fist is!"

"Really? Then I really have to look forward to it!"

Liu Jiang replied calmly.

The confrontation between the two men temporarily came to an end, and the reporters in the audience started asking questions again.

"Camacho, how many rounds do you think tomorrow's game will end in?"

"Within three rounds! I am confident that I can KO my opponent within three rounds."

Hearing the other party's answer, Liu Jiang snorted, and then smiled expressionlessly.

"John, you seem to have a different opinion."

"That old guy is talking in his sleep! He doesn't have that ability. If I really get knocked out by him within three rounds, then I will go to the city center and run away!" There was an exclamation from the reporters in the audience, even Kama Qiao Du looked at General Liu in disbelief.

This is too much fun! I'm afraid the guy opposite is crazy!
General Liu was certainly confident in boasting about Haikou.

First of all, the opponent's strength poses too little threat to oneself.

Secondly, he has strong confidence in his ability to resist hitting.

As long as you don't make any mistakes, your opponent will never be able to KO you within three rounds.

There is actually another reason why Liu will do this.

Didn't Bob want to create a hot spot in the pre-match press conference?

But who would have thought that Camacho would actually learn to be smart and no longer speak as openly as before.

Since the other party doesn't give you a chance, you can only rely on yourself to create explosive points.

What could be better than a bet on the outcome?

The reporter's question session ended in a slightly eerie silence.

But when the pre-game weigh-in began, the scene changed again.

When Liu Jiang took off his clothes and stood on the scale, he suddenly felt that many pairs of eyes were staring at him.

He even heard the sound of swallowing.

Pretending to be calm, Liu Jiang raised his head and looked in the direction of the sound.

Several pretty female reporters were staring at him intently.

Their eyes were focused on one point.

Liu Jiang shuddered subconsciously, and he began to regret it a little.

Ever since Liu Jiang took off his clothes, the flashing white light showed no signs of stopping.

His eyes couldn't stand it anymore, so he quickly motioned to the referee who was confirming the weight.

The referee suppressed his laughter and told General Liu's weight in a leisurely manner: 147 pounds, which was qualified.

General Liu breathed a sigh of relief, took the clothes from Alfonso, and put them on smoothly.

The flashing white light finally stopped.

On the way back to the hotel, Liu Jiang felt that everyone around him was looking at him with strange eyes.

When he looked back, almost everyone was unwilling to look at him.

Of course he knew what was going on.

It seems that the American people these days are still very interested in weird bets.

After all, they have not experienced the baptism of the information explosion.

Thinking of this, Liu Jiang had a headache.

Bob the thief! You did me a lot of harm!
He cursed in his mind and simply closed his eyes to concentrate.

There was a long line at the ticket window outside the Los Angeles Memorial Sports Arena.

What is quite surprising is that there are many more women in the team.

They might be in small groups occupying a space in the long queue and whispering about something.

Or maybe there is a lonely person holding a newspaper and reading it attentively.

This scene was so bizarre that it even attracted the attention of some media.

The reporter finally figured out the reason after interviewing some women.

They came to buy tickets to watch the game all because of one person, or in other words, a bet.

Liu Jiang didn't know what happened at the ticket office.

He is now concentrating on preparations. Tonight's game is very important, and he does not dare to slack off in the slightest.

Bob analyzed every move of his opponent in a low voice, appearing extremely serious.

Although he had repeated it many times, General Liu still listened extremely carefully.

Alfonso's voice suddenly sounded outside the door, "John, it's time for us to go!"

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