48 Hours a Day

The boxing training yard named Garden is located in the old town area, a small corner, downstairs is a second-hand sporting goods store, which maintains the traditional brick structure of the old town building, the spotted walls look quite old, the neon sign hanging in front of the window is not known to save electricity or broken, there is no light at all, but the light coming out of the window proves that the training yard is still open.

Zhang Heng and Leia walked up the stairs of the sports goods store to the second floor and heard the sound of a sandbag from afar. Two naked muscle men were sweating like rain.

In addition to this, there is a jump rope, a dumbbell trainer, and a group of children sitting on the floor listening to the lecture given by an elderly man with some white hair, who should also be in charge of this training ground.

Including the group of children who looked like they were only eighty-nine years old, they were all focused on what was happening right now, and no one came to talk to Zhang Heng who had just come up.

But Leah's presence made the man holding the dumbbell look twice.

“My brother's not here.” Rhea whispered to Zhang Hengdao.

Zhang Heng nodded and was not in a hurry. He stood patiently and waited for about a minute. The coaches with white hair taught the children the key to punching and let them start practicing before coming to the two of them.

“Can I help you? ”

“We're looking for someone.” Zhang Hengdao.

The old man made a gesture.

“But he's not here. ”

“Then I can't help it.” When the old man is finished, he turns around and returns to teaching.

“Wait, are you a Catholic?” Zhang Heng took out the leaflet he had received outside the monastery.

The old man took the leaflet and looked at it, and then returned it, “Sorry, I don't believe in religion. ”

“That's disturbing. ”

Zhang Heng put the leaflet back in his pocket and was about to leave. I didn't expect one of the two people who hit the sandbag to suddenly stop, pointing to Zhang Heng, and pointing to the boxing stand beside him.

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

“I'm sorry, I haven't practiced boxing.” Zhang Hengdao, then looked at Leia, "Let's go. ”

The man in the sandbag seemed somewhat dissatisfied, and the old man sighed and had to say again, “The man you're looking for, he may know where. ”

“I'm sorry, is he mute, won't he speak for himself?” Zhang Heng turned around.

The sandbag man also apparently understood the words mute, changed his color and looked very uncomfortable. He patted himself in the chest with his fist glove and then looked at Zhang Heng with a provocative look.

Several other people at the training ground also noticed the situation and stopped the movement.

“I don't really know the rules of boxing.” Zhang Hengfangdao.

“It's okay, you can use any fighting technique you're good at, and you can use a weapon if you want. ”

“Then someone lend me a knife.” Zhang Hengdao, unfortunately he couldn't bring out a parallel copy with the most convenient folding knife.

“Is the steak knife okay? ”

“Hmm.” Zhang Heng then borrowed the tape and wrapped the blade around it.

Seeing this scene, the sandbag man's face showed a disdainful smile, which seemed to mock Zhang Hengdo's move, let alone a steak knife in the district, even if Zhang Heng is holding a Tang knife in his hand now, it is unlikely to hurt him.

“You'll appreciate the extra laps of tape later.” Zhang Hengdao.

The old man wanted to give Zhang Heng protective gear to be rejected by the latter. He just took off the suit outside and handed it to Leia, and then stood on the boxing platform with the sandbag man.

The latter appeared to be amused by Zhang Heng's todae. He saw his opponent in front of him in his shirt suit pants. He moved his limbs for a while and was not able to put on any defensive posture. He hooked Zhang Heng directly and started to indicate.

Then the next moment his pupil shrank sharply. He was still thinking about whether to use a hook or a straight punch later. How much strength should he use to beat the opponent in front of him to the ground, and it was not fatal. Then he saw Zhang Hengsuddenly move.

The sandbag man himself is not weak, has practiced amateur boxing for three years, has also participated in a number of boxing competitions, has seen a variety of opponents, but he is still the first person to meet so fast.

Just as he continued to provoke each other in a hooked position, the tip of the steak knife in Zhang Heng's hand had flashed in front of him and he could poke his eyeball just two centimeters further.

No one thought the battle, which was supposed to be a dragon fight, would be over in less than a second.

Even the overwhelming majority of people can't even make a surprise look.

“Too soon, don't you think?” Zhang Heng, take your hand back. "Then why don't you do it first? ”

The sandbag man wiped down the sweat on the tip of his nose. After this raid, he finally did not have the ease and contempt of the previous, and became vigilant. He had noticed that the other party was not as good as it seemed, but he was also very confident in his strength. Once taken seriously, he still had a great chance.

The sandbag man thought so, and finally began to show his footsteps. In order to prevent Zhang Heng from suddenly being attacked again as before, he also deliberately pulled the distance between the two, through the shaking of his shoulders, carefully probing each other's rhythm.

This is exactly what it looks like when confronted with a strong enemy.

Opposite Zhang Heng is still unresponsive, just stand still.

The sandbag man tried for a while and began to feel disgraceful. Every time he made a small move, he immediately replenished the opposite reaction, and then made a defensive action based on the brain's replenishment reaction at the first time. The result was that he scared himself for half a day like a stupid [beep], but Zhang Heng on the other side didn't move from beginning to end.

The sandbag man realized he couldn't go on like this, and he had to launch an attack.

With this in mind, the beach man finally took the first step while waving his right fist, and Zhang Heng finally moved. He leaned back a little bit and dodged this fist. Then came the beach man's second fist, this time he chose Zhang Heng's chest, and the result was still easily flashed by the other party.

Sandbag man didn't have that many thoughts in his head at this time, just a punch coming towards Zhang Heng, but incredibly, his stormy attack was all let go.

“Hmm?” The old man watching the battle flashed a surprise in his eyes. This is the first time he has seen such a flexible pace, even professional boxers are difficult to achieve, because it is not simply training that can be achieved, and requires considerable practical experience.

“Are you finished? If you're done, I'm going to do it.” Zhang Heng finally opened his mouth after dodging another round of attacks by the sandbag man.