The Whip of the God of Basketball

　　 The iron door of the bathroom was kicked by a huge force, and the broken door, which had been in disrepair, fell to the ground with a slam.

　　 "The degree of deformation is twenty-five percent, and the striking force is about 160 kilograms...not bad..." Fan Chen calculated while looking at the deformed door lying on the ground.

　　 For all things in this world, Fan Chen couldn't stop his calculations for a moment.

　　 From his own hair and eyebrows, to the nose height and bust of the beauties on the road, from Mercedes-Benz cars to running dogs, Fan Chen’s world is a world of numbers and a world of precise calculation.

　　 This ability has earned him the title of a child prodigy. From elementary school to graduate school, he has never worked hard. This has given him a decent, well-paid and decent job, but it has also brought him endless troubles.

　　 But he can't remember the troubles of these previous lives for the time being, and now he is facing new troubles.

As the door was kicked open, entering the bathroom was a big white man in a white t-shirt and black jacket chewing gum. Next to him was a Puerto Rican man holding a steel pipe. He was not so burly but very tall, with a shallow light in his left eye. The scar, looks fierce.

　　 But the real master is standing behind the two, a middle-aged white man wearing a gray striped suit, a little bald, but a very lush beard.

He was a little fat, but not weak, his eyes were calm and fierce. He looked at Fan Chen, then looked at the door on the ground, and said: "Leon, Frank bet 100,000 yuan in this boxing match. U.S. dollars, one hundred thousand...A tattered boxing match, one hundred thousand dollars can buy this ghost place. And you, ruined this boxing match. Obviously, you have to say goodbye to this wonderful world..."

　　 The fat bald man had just finished speaking, his hand had touched the gun on his waist, and a huge fist suddenly approached his eyes.

　　 The bald fat man who had been suffering from old fist on the street wanted to escape but it was too late. His fist hit his face, and an unstoppable soreness surged up with tears, nasal mucus, and blood.

　　 "Fuck!" The bald fat man yelled. He didn't understand how Fox-Leon, a nine-rate boxer in the down-and-out bar boxing ring, had such a quick skill.

　　 didn't even understand what he had eaten. He dared to beat him, Frank's top thug.

　　 The fat bald man was originally standing behind him. Fan Chen was separated from him by two people, but before he was hugged, he rushed forward and smashed his nose with his fist.

　　 Just when the fat man was holding his nose and yelling, the big white man and Puerto Rican were also thrown to the ground by Fan Chen.

The two thugs originally wanted to throw Fan Chen down with a hug, but Fan Chen still hit the fat bald man with his fist, and at the same time hit the white man's temple with his left elbow, even if it was a cow. This hit the key and also fell.

　　 And the Puerto Rican steel pipe man just raised his hand to wave the steel pipe, he was kicked in the crotch by Fan Chen, and he rolled on the ground with pain.

　　 In five seconds, Fan Chen solved the three people. When the bald fat man was talking nonsense to him, he had already budgeted all this, and the score was not bad.

　　 "Let’s stop talking nonsense before taking out the gun." Fan Chen said to the fat bald man who was still holding his nose. After that, he kicked him to the ground with a kick in the stomach and pulled the pistol from his waist.

　　 "Colt 1911, powerful pistol..." Fan Chen looked at the pistol and knew it was very powerful, but instead of taking it down, he threw it to the ground and smashed the barrel.

　　 For Fan Chen, carrying a gun does not make him safer.

　　 At this time, the bar was still noisy, and people knew nothing about what happened in the bathroom.

The 　　 boxing ring has been withdrawn. It was an inexperienced bar boxing match. Except for Leon’s fatal punch, which impressed some audience members, nothing else was left.

　　Of course, Frank’s 100,000 dollars remained. The middle-level leader of the Irish Gang in the Southern District of Boston had received the news for the first time that his 100,000 dollars had been lost.

　　 One hundred thousand dollars is a small thing and a big face, because the result of this boxing match was determined by Frank, so he forgave Fox-Leon’s 2,500 US dollars gambling debt.

　　 As a result, this "incurable gambler" actually put him on the ring and knocked down his opponent with a counter-attack at the last moment.

　　 Frank, who had lost his face, immediately called and asked Mark Willis, the bald fat man, to deal with the matter.

　　 But he quickly got news that Leon-Fox ran away!

　　 Frank couldn't imagine how Mark Willis, who brought a gun and two thugs, would let this guy run away. Angrily, he immediately asked all his men to move out, and must catch this guy who was playing with him.

　　 "I want him to taste the taste of losing his teeth and being thrown into the Atlantic Ocean." These are Frank's words to Fox Leon.

Just as Frank gritted his teeth, Fan Chen had already left the bar called "Theatricalist" on E Street in the South District of Boston. He was wearing a jumper with a hat, and he walked into the night quietly. in.

　　Walking on the streets of this city, the memories in my mind bit by bit into Fan Chen's soul, everything about this Fox-Leon, and everything about this city.

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　　 Fox-Leon, born in 1972, his great-grandmother was a descendant of a Chinese laborer, and later married a Portland miner and gave birth to Leon's grandfather.

　　Leon’s grandfather moved to New York with his parents and met his grandmother on Broadway, a French actress. They fell in love and gave birth to Leon’s father, Matthews-Leon.

　　 In the early 1960s, Matthews became a hippie in his youth. During an anti-Vietnam War parade, he met Leon’s mother, a passionate restaurant waitress from Puerto Rico, Amata Gian.

　　 The two soon fell in love and finally chose to settle in Boston. In the spring of 1972, they gave birth to Fox-Leon Jr.

But soon the husband and wife parted ways because of the discord in their lives. After their parents divorced, Leon and his mother lived together. Matthews-Leon was addicted to gambling. In 1977, he was taken to the South of Boston because of gambling debts. The boss, the big boss above Frank, was killed by the infamous James Barger.

　　 That winter, Matthews' body was found on the rocky beach in Port Alder, and the teeth in his mouth were crushed.

　　Unfortunately did not stop. In 1986, Leon's mother, Ji An, was killed in a car accident on the night of the Boston Celtics' championship. The ambulance was delayed in the celebration parade, leaving 13-year-old Fox-Leon alone.

　　 Since then, Leon has been fostered in a childless couple's home. The stepfather and stepmother treated him well, but the discipline was not strict. Leon in the rebellious period quickly mixed up with some street gangsters.

　　 After not being admitted to college, he got a degree at a community college, relied on his strong body to become a member of the school's boxing team, and made his mark on the bar boxing ring in Boston.

　　 But his boxing talent was limited to this, and soon he became addicted to gambling following his father's footsteps and had to start playing fake punches.

Tonight is Leon’s another fake boxing match. He could have lost happily in the first three rounds, but his opponent, "Ironhead" Kleiman, had an old grudge with him. The boxing ring tried his best to beat Leon to a bruised face.

　　 The long-term fake boxing match has long made Leon look good, but the only little self-esteem left in his heart made him decide to stick to the final round and fall.

However, Kleiman’s punch made Leon faltered and confused. Just after a punch that hit the eye, Leon completely lost his consciousness, and Fan Chen’s consciousness penetrated into his mind. Replaced the original soul. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com

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　　 Fan Chen recalled these past events and the weird events of tonight in his mind. When a cold wind blew, he got goose bumps and couldn't help looking up around him.

　　 A city that is both strange and familiar, very strange to Fan Chen, very familiar to Fox Leon.

　　Boston, one of the oldest cities in the United States, is located in the northeastern state of Massachusetts. The temperature at night in April can still make people chill.

However, Fan Chen's mind was as calm as the wind at night. After he got out of the bar, he did not walk away. While sorting out the broken memories in his mind, he analyzed the whole story and the way to solve the problem according to the existing information. .

　　The punch on the ring was completely subconsciously stopped by Fan Chen. He didn't know how to punch, but his observation was so outstanding that Kleiman's movements were slow motion in his eyes.

　　 The movements of the bald white man and the two thugs are also completely under his control. Although Leon's body has been wasteful for many years, but the foundation is still there, with Fan Chen's superior consciousness, it is more than enough to deal with five or six ordinary people at the same time.

　　 But Fan Chen also knew that the next thing he had to face was the pursuit of the Boston gang. Their weapon would not be fists, but guns. Fan Chen is not Neo, so he can't hide from bullets.

　　 When he just came to this time and space, he didn't want to just walk the streets, be thrown into the Atlantic with broken teeth like his "father", or live a life of hiding in Tibet.

　　 Fan Chen's brain is running fast, fully mobilizing the fresh memories in his mind, searching for useful information from it.

　　 Soon, he thought of a place, a place where a gang doesn't want to go, and he will be well protected.

　　 But before going to this place, Fan Chen needs to do something to get the qualifications.