Reborn in America: I Have an Equipment Slot

As night falls, the streets of Miami are ablaze with lights.

People who had been busy all day flocked to various entertainment venues.

Because it was Friday, the number of people was even greater than usual.

It wasn't even 7 p.m. yet, and many bars and clubs were already packed with people.

Irving followed the navigation to Fifth Avenue and saw the entrance to Hudson & Bourne's Elk Bar.

As soon as he entered, he saw that the bar was already packed with people.

Contrary to what Irving had imagined a low-end bar, the bar opened by Hudson and his partner looked extremely luxurious.

The bar didn't have any glaring neon lights; instead, there was only a soft yellow light around the seats, which, combined with the band performance in the center of the stage, gave it a high-quality feel.

"I'm sorry, sir, there are no booths available at the bar right now. Would you be interested in moving to the VIP area?"

Just as Irving was looking around, a sexy waitress in an office lady uniform walked over.

Irving raised an eyebrow and stood there stunned.

After regaining his composure, he coughed lightly twice and quickly took out the badge that Bourne had given him at noon and pinned it to his chest.

"So you're the boxing champion the boss was looking for!"

Upon seeing the badge, the waitress's eyes immediately lit up.

He quickly bent down to lead the way for Irving, explaining things as they went.

As I passed the bar stage, a group of scantily clad Latino dancers walked onto the stage and began performing a sizzling dance.

But at this moment, Irving was not in the mood to watch the performance; his mind was entirely focused on the boxing match.

Although he has gained a general understanding of underground boxing after these two days of learning,

But no matter what, it's impossible not to be nervous when it's your first time competing on stage.

Led by the waitress, Irving passed through a hidden door.

Upon arriving at the competition venue, he saw Hudson and Bourne, who were already waiting there.

As usual, Bourne frowned slightly, his expression full of anxiety.

Hudson, on the other hand, was unusually dressed in a well-fitting and sharp suit and trousers, his hair slicked back, and he was talking to the venue staff with a serious expression.

Seeing Irving arrive, Bourne, who had been standing anxiously to the side, breathed a sigh of relief and hurried over to greet him.

"My God, Owen, why are you only arriving now?" Bourne looked around and quickly called over the bar manager. "Hey, old Neil, hurry up and take our boxing champion to change!"

"Jenny, Jenny! Go quickly and inform the referee, host, and commentators that the match will start on time in 20 minutes..."

After giving everyone a general overview of the tasks, Bourne stepped forward, patted Irving heavily on the shoulder, and encouraged him:

"Listen, Irving, Hudson and I just discussed it."

Today, your first opponent is a Thai man. If you win, you'll not only get the previously promised $5000, but you'll also receive 20% of the bar's net profit for the day!

This is the best offer Hudson and I can give you.

I hope you can take this more seriously!

Remember, this is your first game, your debut!

"You have to show some spirit! This concerns your future and the future of our bar!"

"Don't worry, Bourne." Owen nodded and smiled easily.

"You know my strength. Let alone a Thai person, even if it were Tyson who had just debuted today, I could beat him into a pig's head."

As he spoke, Irving didn't forget to demonstrate his fist.

You'd better be telling the truth.

Bourne sighed helplessly.

Although he had learned about Irving's abilities more than once before, Burn still dared not let his guard down until the game's result was announced.

In the blink of an eye, twenty minutes later.

The lights in the underground boxing arena went out instantly.

Amid the clamor of the surrounding crowd, beams of spotlight suddenly appeared and converged on the octagonal cage in the center of the venue.

Irving took a deep breath and glanced at a Thai man standing outside the octagon.

Seeing the other man's bulging muscles, pointed head, and fierce expression, who didn't look very smart, a name immediately popped into Owen's mind—Thai boxing expert Tony Jaa.

"Ladies and gentlemen!"

A highly infectious voice resounded throughout the venue, and the next second, a spotlight illuminated the commentary booth.

The two Black commentators sat side by side and exclaimed passionately, "Welcome to the Elk Club!"

I'm your old friend, Shaquille O'Neal!

Sitting next to me is Kyle Love, a former UFC professional athlete known as "The Heavy Hammer"!

Tonight's passionate night will be explained by the two of us!

Are you all ready?

Before he finished speaking, a roar of cheers erupted in the stadium.

"Wow, Kevin, I'm a little overwhelmed by the enthusiasm of the crowd in the stadium."

Kevin, standing nearby, immediately chimed in, "Hey buddy, are you that scared? You didn't get so frightened you shrunk back to your normal size, did you?"

"Haha, you're really funny." Commentator O'Neal patted Kevin on the shoulder, then put his mouth to the microphone:

"But Kevin, do you know? A lot of the performers tonight are newcomers."

"Rookie boxers? Are they all bad?" Kevin said, feigning exaggeration.

"Of course not!" O'Neal exclaimed excitedly. "I've heard that tonight's rookies not only include a Muay Thai expert and a genuine Taekwondo black belt... but also an Asian who has mastered authentic Chinese kung fu!"

"Are you kidding me, O'Neal?" Kevin's eyes widened, his face full of disbelief.

"It's true, you'll see!" O'Neal pulled out the microphone, stood on the commentary booth, put his mouth close to the microphone, and shouted passionately:

"Now, let's welcome our first fighter of the evening, the slum boxing champion from Thailand—Tony Wong!!"

"And from China, the inheritor of five Eastern schools, Dragon Fist—Owen!"

Following a suggestion from a staff member, Irving entered the octagon.

Irving stared intently at Tony Wong across from him, engaging in a pre-match battle of wills.

After the referee came on stage and briefly explained a few words to the two players, the starting bell suddenly rang.

To Irving's surprise, although the bell rang, the Muay Thai expert Tony Wong standing opposite him did not launch an attack.

He just kept taking small, shuffling steps, extremely cautious.

Seeing this, Irving was naturally happy to maintain the stalemate with the other side.

Although this was his debut, he still had several games to play, so conserving his energy was the best thing ever.

Ten seconds, twenty seconds...

Time ticked by, and seeing that the two were locked in a stalemate with neither willing to make the first move, the audience in the stadium erupted in boos.

Seeing this, O'Neal, sitting at the commentary booth, quickly tried to rouse the crowd: "Hey, you two boxing champions, are you performing the cha-cha?"

"Stop dawdling here, act like a man and conquer her!"

"If this stalemate continues, I believe the referee will intervene immediately and disqualify you from the match!!"

Upon hearing that he was to be disqualified, Tony Wong's expression changed instantly, his eyes narrowed, and he launched the first attack.