Under the leadership of the staff at Ford Stadium, Wang Lei came to the locker room prepared for him.

Before entering the door, I saw the door of a locker room in front being opened, and a boxer wearing a white robe and white boxing gloves walked out.

Of course, this boxer is not Wang Lei’s opponent tonight, Hearnes, but a boxer who plays the game.

Surprisingly, this boxer was actually an Asian yellow man like Wang Lei.

Judging from his height and physique, he is at least a light heavyweight boxer over 175 pounds. I don’t know if it is from Japan or South Korea?

When the Asian boxer saw Wang Lei, his eyes lit up. He rushed towards Wang Lei quickly and said happily, "Wang, are you the king? I'm so honored to see you. I'm your fan. Can you sign me?"

When Ston Butch and Scott saw the Asian boxer's behavior, they were about to rush up to stop him, but when they heard what he said, they retreated quietly.

Fans? Signature?

Wang Lei was a little stunned and couldn't come back to his senses for a while!

I actually have fans and asked me for my autograph?

Well, I actually have fans for a long time, but I have never been asked for autographs by fans.

This fan is the first to ask for an autograph from him, and he is also a fellow traveler!

Wang Lei looked at the peer in front of him with a strange look, and asked, "Where do you want me to sign?"

"Oh, wait, Charlie, your paper and pen, take it out and let the king sign it!" The Asian boxer said to a fat white man following him.

The fat white man looked speechless. After a while, he took out a pen and a small notebook from his body. While handing it to the Asian boxer, he reminded him: "Chris, pay attention to your identity, don't forget that you are also a boxer..."

The Asian boxer pulled off the boxing gloves from his right hand, grabbed the pen and notebook from the fat white man's hand, and said impatiently: "Why pay attention to your identity? I am not a boxing champion, let alone I told you that I was inspired by the king to box?"

Asian boxer Chris said as he handed the pen and notebook to Wang Lei with a flattering look on his face. He said, "Wang, please sign me on this notebook. It is best to sign one in Chinese and English!"

Wang Lei was a little chilled by Chris' flattering smile, so he quickly took the notebook and pen. While signing the autograph, he asked casually: "What's your name? Where is the person?"

"Oh, my name is Chris Chen, and my Chinese name is Chen Jun. I was born in Chinatown, New York. I was like you. I also learned a few years of kung fu when I was a child, but I didn't practice very well. Since I saw the news that you defeated Marlon Starling the year before and became the boxing champion, I went to watch your game on site. It was the game you played against Mike McCallum last year. I was inspired by your invincible temperament, so I found a boxing club to learn boxing. After a few amateur games, I entered the professional circle. I was honored to win three games and qualified for a four-round match at Ford Stadium. It is said that this is because of the fact that I am Chinese like you. Thank you!"

Inspired by my brother's invincible charm? Could it be that my "dominant spirit" broke out during the game between me and McCallum?

Wang Lei felt chills again, and asked in surprise, "Are you also a Chinese?"

"That's right, it's like a fake one!" Chen Jun said this sentence in Mandarin and was very standard.

He is actually a Chinese, and he thought it was from Japan and South Korea!

It seems that my brother is indeed "the aura of domineering power" exploded, and he actually inspired a Chinese to join the boxing industry and become a professional boxer.

It seemed that until his rebirth in his previous life, there was no Chinese boxer in the professional boxing industry, and Asian boxers were basically from Japan and South Korea.

Unexpectedly, it has changed now!

This is a good thing!

Knowing that his figure in front of him is half a head taller than him, but his peers who look as delicate as Korean pseudo-women are also descendants of Chinese. Wang Lei's attitude towards him was a little more enthusiastic.

"You speak Mandarin very standard, where is your ancestral home?"

"Jinling, my parents immigrated before I was born!"

"Oh, how old are you?"

"I just got my professional license last year, but I only played my first professional game in May this year!"

"You are a lightweight, who is your opponent today?"

"Milles Rory, a black boxer, just like me, just made his debut, and only played one more game than me!"

Mills Rory?

Never heard of it!

Wang Lei nodded, patted Chen Jun on the shoulder, and encouraged: "No, I'm optimistic about you, come on!"

Chen Jun looked excited and said, "I didn't have much confidence in today's game, but with your encouragement, I would be full of confidence!"

Wang Lei was speechless, patted Chen Jun on the shoulder again, and entered the locker room.

After entering the locker room, there were supervisors sent by the three major boxing organizations, WBC, WBA and IBF, waiting to weigh Wang Lei and have a urine test.

Wang Lei stood barefoot on the weighing device and saw that the data displayed above was "165.4".

The weight of 165.4 pounds is exactly 75 kilograms converted into metric system.

Wang Lei was a little nervous, worried that if Hearnes' weight was too far from him, the game would not be able to be played.

Fortunately, the supervisor who weighed him reported: "165.4 pounds, Hearns weighs 167 pounds, with a difference of less than two pounds, and he can play the game."

Wang Lei breathed a sigh of relief, fortunately, this guy Hearns didn't do anything randomly!

After handing the urine in a small bottle and taking it away, Ouyang Ming couldn't help but smile and said, "Lei, I didn't expect another Chinese boxer to appear. It's still your fan, it's not bad!"

Sadler said: "Lei, don't be too close to him. This kid is light and heavyweight. If he has a good record, he will face him sooner or later after you upgrade. You will be your opponents then!"

Wang Lei rolled his eyes: "I'm just talking to him. Who is getting close to him? I won't be a gangster!"

Sadler obviously didn't understand what it meant to be a kid. He frowned and did not ask questions, and arranged for Wang Lei to warm up.

After Wang Lei warmed up briefly, he lay down and asked Amanda to give him a full body massage to relax his muscles.

While enjoying the massage, Wang Lei also pricked up his ears and listened to the host of the boxing scene explaining the ongoing mattress match.

"Gentlemen, ladies, it's a wonderful game. It seems that all the audiences on the night are worth it. They played so well in the first game. The next game is the second game. I believe you must be looking forward to it, because the challenger of this game is named Chris Chen, and his Chinese name is Chen... Jun! That's right, he is also a Chinese, a compatriot of the Chinese boy Lei Wang. He was born in Chinatown, Queens, New York. Chris Chen is 18 years old this year. It is said that he practiced Chinese kung fu like the Chinese boy Lei Wang when he was a child. He only officially practiced boxing last year and only played 18 amateur games. He competed with Chris Chen.

He entered the professional circle in the game. His amateur record was 18 games without losing, but he only had half the ko rate, which was much weaker than the amateur record of Chinese boy Ray Wang's 45 games. However, Chris Chen is taller than Ray Wang. He is 1.92 meters tall and 175 pounds tall, which looks much stronger than Ray Wang. In addition, his professional competitions also performed well, with 3 wins and 2 ko opponents. Tonight is his fourth professional game. His opponent is Mills Rory, who is 1.91 meters tall and 176 pounds tall and 4 wins 4 ko...."

"Oh, I really can't tell. Chris Chen is so tall and looks very handsome and elegant... In comparison, his opponent Mills Rory seems much more ferocious. The two of them stand together like angels and demons... Ah, Chen punches first, his fist speed is so fast... Oh. He hits Rory..."

"It's a pity that Chris Chen's fist speed is very fast, his footwork and body movement are also very agile, and he seems not to be inferior to Thunder King. Unfortunately, his fist's lethality is far less than Thunder King, otherwise he wouldn't have hit Mills Rory so many punches that failed to knock the opponent down... If it were Thunder King, I believe Mills Rory would have fallen in half a round..."

"In the second round, OK, Chen still has the upper hand, but Rory is not weak either. Rory is strong enough that Chen can't beat him... Will this game be finished with points winning? Oh, no, Chen Zhongquan, he fell... Well, Chen will stand up soon and the game continues..."

"Chen survived the second round, he seemed to be angry and embarrassed. He fought harder in the third round... Ah, Rory can't do it anymore, Chen pushed him into a corner, Chen was hitting Rory hard... Combining heavy punches, it looks like the style of Thunder King... Okay, Rory fell down..."

"Eight, nine, ten, time has come, Rory failed to stand up successfully. After the game, Chen won the game. Let us congratulate Chen. It seems that there is another excellent Chinese boxer in the professional boxing world. However, if Chen can become a boxing champion like Thunder King, or even a super boxing champion with ten gold belts at three levels, let us wait and see..."

After enjoying Amanda's full-body massage, Wang Lei stood up and moved his body while saying to Ouyang Ming: "Uncle Ming, it sounds like Chen Jun is good at strength and has the potential to become a boxing champion!"

Ouyang Ming shook his head and said, "I think it's impossible. He may have the strength, but he is playing light and heavyweight. It's impossible to become a boxing champion unless he loses weight and is relegated. However, with his height, it seems too difficult to lose weight and relegate!"

Wang Lei knew what Ouyang Ming meant.

Abraham, son of Ali!

This "evil dragon" who inherited his father Ali's boxing genes but had a opposite boxing style than his father. His playing style is more brutal than Tyson, and his heavy punches are not inferior to Tyson. He is also very murderous and has a super-killing heart and is working hard at the light heavyweight level. Sooner or later, the light heavyweight boxing champion is his.

Wang Lei speculated that Abraham Ali would win the light heavyweight boxing champion at the latest by the end of next year, and even unified the light heavyweight and became the triple crown.

At that time, Chen Jun wants to be a boxing champion, he has to fight Abraham Ali.

Wang Lei is really not optimistic about Chen Jun's ability to beat Abraham Ali. Not to mention Chen Jun, even Roy Jones, who was unified in the light and heavyweight class in a few years, may not be able to beat Abraham Ali.

After watching the performance of this son of Ali who did not exist in his previous life on the spot, even Wang Lei felt a little pressure!

Wang Lei and Ouyang Ming are not optimistic about Chen Jun's ability to defeat Abraham Ali to become king, and they are not optimistic about his weight loss and relegation to the super middleweight division of 168 pounds.

With Chen Jun's height of 1.92 meters, if he loses weight and is demoted, he will become a thin bamboo pole.

What's more, he was relegated to 168 pounds and super middleweight. If he wanted to be a boxing champion, he had to pass his own level, which was even more impossible.

When Wang Lei felt sorry for Chen Jun's future, he heard that the host of the boxing scene outside was already introducing his opponent tonight, "killer" Thomas Hearnes, appeared. (To be continued.)

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