Hollywood Hunter

Neil Bennett personally opened the guardrail to allow Simon to enter the ring, ignoring the buzzing voices around him, watching his boss absolutely surpass most ordinary people's bodybuilding body, still worried: "BOSS, or we It’s dangerous to go back and practice for a while."

Simon moved his wrist and stretched it out to Neil: "It's a bit loose. Help me wear it again."

Neil Bennett reluctantly helped Simon tighten his gloves through the guardrail, looked up and down, then turned his head and gave a few words to the fighting arena manager next to him. The manager quickly asked him to bring a set of joint protectors and greet him. A placard girl in a bikini came on stage to help Simon put it on.

Simon sat down on the stool that Neil stuffed in, and said to the brown-haired girl who eagerly approached: "Wrist guards and knee guards are fine, as long as they are ankle guards."

The brown-haired girl obediently nodded her head, squatted down in front of Simon, watched him lift his legs, reached over and pulled the man's foot towards herself, and placed it directly on a piece of white thigh, putting on the protective gear while saying: "Mr. Westeros, my name is Danika."

Simon did not refuse the small tofu delivered, and smiled: "Hello, my name is Simon."

Danika laughed, showing two beautiful dimples.

With the ankle guard put on, Simon stood up and jumped twice, and raised his hand to the fighting manager next to him.

"And this," Neil Bennett, who was still guarding the other side of the guardrail, raised his mouthguard towards Simon, noticed the hesitation in Simon's expression, and actively explained: "New."

Simon opened his mouth and put it on.

In the fighting arena, the audience's commotion became more and more obvious.

Simon put on his mouthguard and finally glanced at Patrick Johnston and James Parker in the audience, before moving his body to warm up.

On the other side, a boxer with a flat head equal to Simon's size also stepped onto the ring and smiled at Simon on his own initiative.

But there was obviously scruples in his expression.

Simon Westeros.

How to fight this?

All the players in the field are professional boxers, relying on this industry to feed themselves.

Who is Simon Westero?

The youngest super-rich, the richest man in North America with a net worth of six billion US dollars, a Hollywood director, a genius in the financial investment industry, the son-in-law of the Johnston family...

A series of halo.

There is no boxer attribute, right?

It is no good to fight against this kind of person, and no good to lose.

More seriously.

If this is broken, the end will be even worse.

At this time, the host began to report, and his voice was trembling: "The next one is against Jason Greer and...Simon Westero!"

With the sound of the broadcast, there was an uproar in the venue, and there was a clear surge in the crowd towards the ring.

Originally, many people were speculating, thinking they were just similar in appearance.

right now.

It really is Simon Westero!

Under the ring, James Pike felt the restless mood of the audience around him, and said to Patrick beside him: "Or, stop it. Simon and your sister are about to get married, don't get hurt."

With an expression of fear that the world will not be messed up, Patrick easily pointed to Neil Bennett and another bodyguard who were standing under the ring, and said: "Someone is watching, and the stage has also explained that there will be no problems. ."

James Parker regretted the more he thought about it.

I really shouldn't have urged Simon to come to power with Patrick just now. In case of any accident, he felt that his old man would definitely break his leg.

I wanted to explain a few words to the boxers and referees on the stage, but at this time there was no chance.

On the ring.

The middle-aged referee routinely checked the protective gears of Simon and Jason, and finally asked in a low voice: "Mr. Westeros, are you sure you want to come?"

In this case, except for Patrick and the audience who is not too big to watch the excitement, everyone else actually didn't want Simon to come on stage.

You can't make a joke like that!

Simon nodded again, and said to Jason Grayer, who seemed to be thinking about how to deal with it, "Let go, I can still afford to lose. If you beat me, you will be given $100,000."

When Jason Grayer heard Simon say this, his spirits suddenly came to him.

The referee next to him gave Jason a wink while Simon was not paying attention.

Take a moment, money is important, life is more important.

Jason Grayer noticed the eyes of the middle-aged referee, and immediately understood, calmed down a little bit, and began to wonder how to beat the billionaire without letting him lose too ugly.

The hot-bodied bikini placard girl walked around the stadium, the gong sounded, and the game officially began.

Simon raised his hand to protect him, bowed slightly, and made a defensive defensively.

Having inherited the memories of so many people, Simon also has a lot of fighting skills in his mind, and he has never relaxed for fitness in recent years. Moreover, Simon has always known that he has a natural strength that is much higher than that of ordinary people. Although he has not undergone extreme tests, the 200 kg bench press in the gym is easy for him.

Therefore, he is confident that he will not be too embarrassed to deal with this free fight without too many rules.

With the defensive swing open, Simon had been walking and evasive for three full minutes in the first game, almost making no moves.

Jason Grayer probably understood that Simon was looking for feelings, and he knew from Simon's fairly professional fighting posture that this billionaire was not ignorant of fighting, so he was no longer so timid and patient. To accompany Simon to deal with.

In the second game, Simon finally tried to take a shot. Jason Krell also read the $100,000 promised by Simon and also started to counterattack.

But the confrontation is still not fierce.

The layman watched the excitement.

When the third game started, Simon still dodged more than offensively, and Jason Greer seemed to be playing with the big man, there were boos in the court.

Everyone is not here to fight fake punches.

As a player in the game, Jason Greer is more and more surprised, because he has unknowingly played more than 70% of his strength, but his opponent is still comfortable.

and.

Although the number of hits was not many, Simon Westero hit him, it was really a pain.

The standard five games soon came to the fourth game.

Three games have already been handed in. Just at the beginning of this time, Jason Greer launched a fierce attack on Simon without reservation. Simon still showed a defensive position, but also began to increase counterattacks.

After such a fierce confrontation, the boos in the audience finally subsided, and everyone was intently waiting for one of them to be defeated.

On the ring, after seemingly difficult to block Jason Greer's combination attack, Simon took advantage of the opponent's center of gravity and slammed an uppercut.

boom--

This is not a movie.

Of course not the sound of boxing.

It was the sound of a strong man with a height of 1.8 meters and a weight of 90 kilograms falling to the ground like a sack.

On the stage and off the stage, the people who were worried that Simon would end up like this were all taken aback. They stayed for a few seconds. Seeing Jason Grayer lying on the ground without moving, the two doctors guarding the stage Rushed to the stage.

After a hurried examination, one of the doctors said to Simon: "Mr. Westeros, he passed out."

"Just passed out?"

"Maybe there are some concussions, but the problem shouldn't be big."

The manager ordered the staff to lift Jason Grayer down, and the referee remembered it, and took Simon’s right hand and raised it. The host’s high-pitched voice was also heard from the broadcast: "The winner is Simon Weiss. Tello."

There was applause from the audience.

Simon did not step down, and walked to the side of the stage to say to the fighting arena manager: "Change one, tell them, win me, reward 100,000 dollars, if you lose, there will be nothing."

Seeing that Simon was going to continue, the audience who had not had much feeling just now gave even more enthusiastic applause.

then.

second round.

The third scene.

The fourth game.

...

When Simon knocked his tenth Asian opponent from Thailand to the ground with a fierce elbow, as people continued to pour into the already full fighting arena, there was a uniform and enthusiastic shout. .

"Westero, Westero, Westero..."

In ten consecutive games, ten consecutive KOs, many fighting fans in the stadium saw Simon's eyes have gone beyond the category of worship.

Watching a super-rich defeating ten opponents in a row, most people feel that although they are just bystanders, this is enough to brag about for many years.

Naturally, Simon himself could not be intact. Neil Bennett, who has been guarding the ring to guard against accidents, saw his boss’s apparently swollen cheeks and other injuries on his body. After the referee announced the result, he opened the guardrail and entered the ring. Said: "BOSS, can't continue."

Simon also felt a little collapsed. He raised his eyes and looked at the electronic clock hanging in the court. It was past early morning, so he nodded.

However, Simon did not step down directly. Instead, he walked to the edge of the stage, motioned to the already stunned Patrick, and said to James Pike next to him: "Go, change him, let's have a game."

Knowing that my brother-in-law brought me here tonight, he was uneasy.

In fact, even though Patrick instigated him, if Simon was unwilling, he would never succeed.

However, the lesson is still a lesson.

Patrick didn't seem to hear what Simon said. He opened his mouth and seemed to be asking, "Huh?"

Simon made another gesture to James Pike, and then Patrick was pulled backstage.

Neil Bennett looked at this situation and did not discourage it.

Simon is injured now, even if it is nothing serious, he will definitely be trained by Raymond Johnston when he goes back.

As the instigator, the young master who is the least successful in his own family should indeed be taught a lesson.

James Pike personally took Patrick to the backstage to change his clothes, and within a minute he ran back alone with a smile on his face and said to Simon: "Pat ran away, Simon, do you want to chase him back?"

Simon smiled and waved his hand, holding on to the guardrail and stepping down with a little force.

Seeing Simon leave the ring, the audience who knew that there would not be the next match suddenly swarmed here, trying to find a chance to contact Simon.

Neil Bennett quickly motioned to the surrounding staff to protect Simon and squeeze the crazy crowd into the backstage.

Sitting down on a sofa in the backstage, Simon finally developed a sense of disengagement, listening to the faint shouts of'Simon' and'Westero' from the front desk, allowing a few bikini girls to help him. He took off his glove and ankle, intense exhaustion struck him, closed his eyes, and fell asleep directly.

Although there was a break in the middle, ten consecutive games, lasting nearly three hours of high-intensity confrontation, had drained the last trace of potential in Simon's body.

Can't remember too many subsequent things.

Faintly feeling that he was sent to the private medical center of the Johnston family in the city, after all the tossing, Janet also appeared, seemed to say a few more words, and then returned to the mansion.

And then.

The drowsy black dream lasted for a long time. Someone was touching the wound on his face, grabbed it and pulled it over and hugged it in his arms.

I feel at ease.

When I finally woke up, this was the bedroom of Simon and Janet in the Johnston mansion. The woman was curled up in his arms like a kitten.

Turning his head to look out of the dimly lit window, I don't know if it is early morning or dusk.

Feeling his movement, Janet opened her eyes, looked at her beautiful eyes, flickered a few times, poked her head over, and bit her white teeth on his ear.

After the pain came, Simon directly begged for mercy: "Don't, it's you who bite off the heartache."

"Asshole, I don't feel sorry for you," Janet gave him a few more pressures before letting go, rubbing her slippery cheek on Simon's face, and then propped up to look at him: "Don't do this again. "

"Well, I promise," Simon said, raising his head and kissing the woman's lips, and said, "What time is it now?"

Janet did not answer, holding Simon's face and continuing to look at him: "You must make sure."

"Definitely promise," Simon nodded solemnly, and said, "In fact, your brother encouraged me. In the end, he wanted to teach him a lesson, and he was run away."

"I don't care about your messy things," Janet leaned down again and stuck to Simon's body. "We still have to wait for dinner. Are you hungry, can we go out to eat?"

"Hungry," Simon said, feeling that something was touching him, and he touched him. It turned out to be a button. He threw it aside, and continued to say to Janet: "However, let's eat at home. Besides, the old man. Are you angry?"

Janet caught the button back, raised her hand and threw it into the gap between the head of the bed and the wall, watched it disappear, and re-applied it on Simon’s chest, saying, “No, but it’s very lively in the media today. It's the news of'Simon Westeros KO opponents in ten consecutive games', as well as the video streaming out, and there are also reports from North America. You are already the champion, are you very proud?"

Simon listened to the little sarcasm in Janet's tone, and said, "Should you not allow casual video and photographing in the fighting arena?"

"You went crazy on the stage last night and the whole Melbourne was alarmed. So many people squeezed past, how to guard against this kind of thing. Unfortunately, after I rushed to the city, I could only see you in the hospital."

Simon smiled and said: "I originally said that I discussed Cersei Capital with Tony today, but I can only postpone it until tomorrow. Blockbuster went public on the 18th, and I will stay one day tomorrow. The day after tomorrow I must hurry back to North America. Time is really tight. ."

Janet yelled, obviously lacking in interest.

Simon felt the woman's emotions, and stopped talking about it. He held the woman's light body and put it aside, and said, "Well, you can lie down for a while, I'm going to get up first."

Janet's little arm was wrapped around Simon's arm until he sat up, and finally grabbed his back, before burying his head on the pillow, and watching the man put on his clothes.