850!
"Not bad, not bad!"
"I bet your upper arm hurts like crazy right now?"
Contestants took turns taking their hits, and as the crowd slowly warmed up, the Boxers' trainer was selling his knowledge.
"Yes, master! How did you know?"
"Well, years of experience! Your punch line was wrong, so all the recoil got on your upper arm!"
The grey-haired man kept puffing up his chest. I didn't care, but this made someone very angry.
"You think he saved the country. Would you look at that way of speaking, those gestures?"
Sukrucuk started to boil when his rival, who was the same age, got all the attention. If he could, he would've choked her right now.
"Let go, bro; the higher the guy gets, the louder he is when he crashes to the ground."
In contrast, the young man was political, like a long-legged Englishman. I was waiting; eventually, the time would come when I would take everyone's money out of their pockets.
1250!