Chapter 86: An Eye-Burning Performance

"Richard, the casinos have posted the odds for you and Vasily. Guess what yours are?" Paul asked as he walked into the gym.

"How much?" Richard stopped training and wiped the sweat off his face with a towel.

"The odds of you winning or losing are 1:4.5. Hehe, surprised? This time, everyone is not very optimistic about you." Paul chuckled.

"That's great, I can earn more pocket money." Richard smiled.

"Are you sure you can win?"

"Of course!"

After training for more than half a month, Richard's speed became faster and faster. He didn't know how fast he could be. His true limit speed would only explode at critical moments.

This critical moment was during the match, so the stronger the opponent, the more excited he was.

On the afternoon of the 9th, it was time for the match. Richard and his team took a cruise from Manhattan Pier to Atlantic City, a journey of less than three hours.

Atlantic City is located on Absecon Island in New Jersey. Due to its proximity to New York City and Philadelphia Golf Entertainment City, it has become a tourist and resort destination since the 19th century. It is known as one of the two major gambling cities in the United States, along with Las Vegas, and the annual "Miss America" pageant is also held in Atlantic City.

There are many entertainment venues on the island, including theaters, cinemas, concert halls, dance halls, etc. Like Las Vegas, there are also many boxing matches held here every year.

This time, his match was held in Caesars Casino.

Arriving at the Golden Tower Hotel, Richard put down his luggage and sent a message to Bundchen on his mobile phone to report his itinerary.

Click~

"Richard, do you want to go out for a walk?" Alvin asked, pushing the door open.

"Forget it, what's there for the two of us to see?" Richard smiled.

"Let's go. You've been training all this time, your body is too tense, you need to relax. Come on, I'll take you to a strip show." The old man winked and smiled, looking a bit like a certain sleazy fat man.

Richard covered his forehead. "Alvin, are you serious?"

"Of course. Do you know what I loved to do most before matches?" Alvin grinned.

"Find a few women to play cards with in your room?" Richard chuckled.

"Wrong, it's watching striptease. When I watch striptease, I get so engrossed that I even forget about the match. I've participated in more than ten matches in Atlantic City before, and I'm very familiar with the nightclubs here. Today, I'll take you to broaden your horizons."

"Alright, I'm a little excited." Richard laughed and put on his coat, following him out of the room.

"Haha, Richard is here, we can set off." Outside the door, Richard saw two more people, an old acquaintance, team doctor El, and the other was a masseur, Old Tang.

Old Tang was a Chinese man, in his sixties, short, with gray hair, wearing a gray Tang suit, a bit old-fashioned.

He had run a bone-setting and massage shop in the Bronx for over 30 years. Richard had previously studied bone-setting and a kung fu called Qinna with him for a few months.

As the matches got tougher and tougher, the team couldn't be without a masseur, so they brought Old Tang along.

Richard looked at the three guys around him, the youngest El was 46 years old, and the other two were even older. Was this a sunset red tour group?

"Ahem, Alvin, are we really going to watch a striptease?" The elevator slowly descended, Old Tang's hands tucked into his sleeves, looking awkward.

"Old Tang, didn't we agree? Accompany Richard to relax, don't you want to go?" Alvin asked.

"Should we change to a healthier entertainment option?" Old Tang frowned with his gray eyebrows. "We're so old, I'm a little shy to watch a striptease."

"Shy? Haha, don't pretend. Which of those strip clubs in the Bronx haven't you been to? Don't think I didn't see you hiding in the corner, I just didn't bother with you." Dr. El retorted.

"Don't talk nonsense, how can you slander someone's innocence? I've never been there, you must have seen it wrong." Old Tang retorted with a flushed face.

"Hehe, last weekend, Alice's strip club, fourth row, the person in the red shirt, wasn't that you? Don't think I couldn't recognize you just because you were wearing a wig."

"No, no, it wasn't me, I'm a decent person."

"Stop it, what's wrong with watching a striptease? Which man hasn't seen it?" Alvin waved his hand and walked out of the elevator, Old Tang and Dr. El following behind.

Looking at the backs of the three, Richard didn't feel like going anymore. What fun was there in following three old perverts?

"Richard, hurry up, you're a young man, and you're not even as fast as us old guys." Old Tang urged.

Richard twitched the corner of his mouth. You really are a decent person.

Leaving the hotel, the four of them got on a tram.

The streets of Atlantic City at night were brightly lit and bustling with activity. The Absecon Lighthouse, the Golden Tower, the Convention Hall, and more than a dozen high-end casinos were even more dazzling. The streets were filled with pedestrians and vehicles, and the flow of people was no less than that of New York.

The four of them took the tram around the city, looked at the Absecon Lighthouse, the Convention Hall, the 51-story casino hotel, and then went to Caesars Casino, where the match would be held tomorrow.

At eight o'clock, they arrived at the entertainment street behind the Golden Tower.

"Here, I've been here before, I didn't expect it to still be here." Alvin pointed to a dance hall and strode in as if he were returning home.

"Do you know any of the dancers here?" Old Tang asked as he walked.

"After more than ten years, they must have left." Alvin shook his head, went to the ticket counter to buy four tickets, pushed open the curtain and walked into a long corridor. The smell inside was a bit unpleasant, and Richard didn't want to go in anymore.

"Richard, hurry up!" Old Tang urged again.

"Why don't you guys go in, I'm not interested in this." Richard said.

"We're already here, let's go!" Old Tang pulled him inside, even using Qinna, making him unable to break free.

Richard sighed lightly and could only follow him in. He really wasn't interested. The most beautiful bodies in the world were in the fashion and entertainment industries. Did he need to come to this kind of place to see women?

But thinking of the good intentions of the three old men, he bit the bullet and went in.

Ugh~

But not long after, he ran out, holding back his nausea.

Alvin, the three old perverts, ignored the many young girls and insisted on watching a group of old women dance that kind of dance. His eyes were almost blinded.

"Haha, Richard, are you relaxed?" Alvin asked, following him out.

"You want me to relax with this? Aren't you worried it will affect my match?"

"What's the big deal? Watching this can reduce anxiety. How do you feel now? Want to see more?" Alvin laughed.

"No need, I'm not anxious at all." Richard gritted his teeth.

"Haha, alright, you go back first, we'll come back later." Alvin chuckled and hurried back to the dance hall.

Richard twitched the corner of his mouth, looking at the dark sky. What am I doing here?

Ring ring~

The phone rang.

It was Bundchen's call.

Thinking of Bundchen, his vision instantly recovered.

"Hey, honey, guess what I was just doing?" Richard laughed.

"What?"

"Haha, I was watching a striptease."

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(End of Chapter)