Chapter 237

 So good, I remembered when my boyfriend, I am blushing…” Jo smiled at listening to the voice of the lady anchoring the program.

He made up his mind.

They went into Jo's residence, he carried Amanda in his arms, and took her inside, he lay her on the bed, removing her shoes, and covered the sheet on her body.

He smiled, as he watched her pretty relaxed face, a satisfying smile appeared on his face.

Back at The Ring…

Sylvester stepped into the ring, after having a momentary flashback, he stared at the tall burly man before him.

A slender lady with beautiful straights, she wore a slit red gown, that exposed her smooth flesh on her laps.

“Ladies and Gentlemen, we welcome you to tonight finale fight, betwixt two great fighters, Jin Hin and Sylvester, the son of our great late champion”

The co-anchoring hostel, a fat short man, with a fat cheeks, grabbed the microphone.

“Let the fight begin” he commented, and led the pretty lady out of the ring, the referee stood in their middle.

Gigi!

Gigi!

The warning bell rang for the first round to begin, Sylvester clenched his fist.

The giant tall man moved three steps forward and threw a punch directly to his face, Sylvester darted to his left, dodging his punch.

He punched his stomach, and another one on his chest, it happened very fast, that he staggered backward with a grimace on his face.

Sylvester surged forward, the boldness and fearlessness of his chagrin scared the tall giant man, he stepped backward, the referee stood in between.

And prevented Sylvester from going forward, the cheering crowd roared at the turn around of the event.

The tall giant man relaxed for some time, leaning on the ring, as his coach cleaned his sweat, with a white towel, giving him several instructions.

He charged forward, relaxing his muscles, the pain from where Sylvester had lunged made him grimace, he throttled forward and lunged a punch.

Sylvester bent, and he missed, he caught his arm, and flung him over his head, everywhere was silent.

Everyone held his or her breath, until they held a deafening thud.

Bang!

They stood on their feet cheering maniacally, a few who bet on Sylvester's head, were pleased.

Mr. Thomas's face crumbled at the sight of the event he didn't expect, he signaled the coordinator, he hurried over, he whispered a few words to him, and he joggled towards the ring.

He called the referee over, and they spoke, the referee walked to Sylvester.

“It is boxing, you use your arms only, and it must be a punch, blocking, no kung fu” he reminded, Sylvester pulled him aside, and the crowd roared, cheering his boldness.

The tall burly man stood on his feet, bearing the pains, he barely could maintain his stance, when Sylvester rained punches on him.

He fell backward, with a louder thud.

Bang!

His body, covered in cold sweat, Jo walked to the lying body on but