I became a son-in-law in the United States

Chapter 82 Boxer

Hemingway stared at Luther with a piercing gaze, like an angry bull.

Many people may have a misconception that writers should be gentle, timid, slow, and not dare to speak too loudly.

If you think that way, you're making a big mistake.

The truly great writers are 100% eccentric, 80% straight, 50% tough guys, 30% heavy smokers, 20% have all sorts of quirks, and the remaining 10% are super tough guys.

A million times tougher than Jason Statham and Dwayne Johnson.

Hemingway belonged to the latter category; he was a super tough guy.

He was stubborn from a young age, learned to fish at three, dared to fire a gun at ten, started drinking whiskey at twelve, and began practicing boxing at fourteen.

After graduating from high school, this guy refused to go to university and started working as an intern reporter at a newspaper, where he began to get involved in writing.

In 1918, when he was 19 years old, he couldn't contain his passion and went straight to the front lines of World War I.

He originally intended to charge into battle, but was turned away by the army because of his poor eyesight (due to a boxing injury).

But he didn't give up; he turned around and joined the Red Cross, and went to the battlefield as well.

On one occasion, while delivering supplies to the Piave River front, he was hit by a mortar shell.

Despite his legs being covered in blood and gore, he still managed to drag a wounded Italian soldier to safety with astonishing willpower before collapsing.

Afterwards, doctors removed 28 pieces of shrapnel from his legs, and he was later awarded a war medal for his tough act.

In his later years, he even shot himself in the head.

It can only be said that among writers, those who can be this tough are indeed very rare.

This is why, despite being a writer, Hemingway developed a habit of solving problems with his fists.

"Force may not solve problems, but it can solve the people who create them," said Chiang Kai-shek's senior brother.

If you can't win an argument, then fight! Let's have a battle between men, until one of us is completely and utterly defeated.

Of course, the reason he made this request to Luther was not only because he was tough, but also because he was smart and knew how to use his advantages.

As is well known, Hemingway started boxing at the age of 14 and fought countless matches afterward. Although he was occasionally beaten badly, after so many matches, he was definitely much stronger than an old European nobleman.

He had seen such old nobles in Europe, who spent their days doing nothing but chasing after women and men, and Hemingway looked down on them from the bottom of his heart.

It's impossible for me to obey the commands of such a decadent and corrupt old nobleman unless he defeats me.

He had prepared to leave this duel long ago, but before that, he still had to say something tough.

On Luther's side, when Hemingway challenged him to a boxing match, the others immediately rushed over to break up the fight.

"Don't do this, we're friends, we're brothers!"

"Yes, Hemingway, there's really no need for that. Your fists should be used against enemies, not us."

"Luther was a very good person, not what you think..."

"If any one of you gets injured, it will be an immeasurable loss for our club."

"I understand how you feel, but we can always discuss things together, can't we?"

Daniel, on the other hand, tried to persuade Luther. He nodded and lowered his voice to say to Luther:

"Luther, whatever you do, don't agree to that madman's offer!"

"A madman?" Luther asked, somewhat curious.

"Yeah, a madman. He's fine most of the time, a very talented writer, but once he gets angry or drunk, he's a madman. He even said he was going to lead a group into the White House and hang Hoover!"

The older brother-in-law became increasingly frightened as he spoke, and his gaze towards Kennedy became strange.

He both loved and feared this kind of person; he loved his talent and writing, but feared that this guy was restless.

What if we cause trouble?

Luther smiled and said to his brother-in-law, "It's not that we can't control someone like him, it's that he looks down on you from the bottom of his heart and doesn't respect you, so of course you find him troublesome."

"What should we do? Should we fire him? Or persuade him to leave?"

"No need. There are only a handful of people like him in the whole world. How can we fire him?" As he spoke, Luther slowly walked forward and took off his coat and watch.

"Daniel, there's only one way to deal with this kind of person: make him submit."

"Ah, how can I get him to accept it?" Daniel asked curiously.

"It's simple, just beat him into submission."

"Luther!"

Before Daniel could even speak, Luther approached Hemingway, looked at his fists the size of sandbags, and smiled, saying, "Alright, let's have a fight. Don't forget your promise."

"Of course, a real man keeps his word. If you beat me, you can ask me to do whatever you want from now on."

"Okay, let's get ready first, we'll start in ten minutes."

After speaking, Luther gestured for the others to move the table aside, leaving a space of about 30 square meters, which could be used as a makeshift boxing ring.

The others had initially intended to offer some advice, but seeing how engrossed the two were, they realized they couldn't persuade them otherwise.

After a sigh, the group stepped back, while Daniel stepped forward to act as referee.

When Hemingway saw that Luther had agreed, he also took off his coat, leaving only a vest, revealing his broad chest and back muscles and thick chest hair.

Luther was taller but thinner, and less hairy, making him look much more civilized.

The brother-in-law was a little worried, afraid that Luther wouldn't be able to beat him. After all, Hemingway in front of him was too scary, like a wild boar covered in bristles.

However, Luther shook his head: "Daniel, I also learned martial arts when I was young, and I even trained with a Chinese master. Don't worry."

Seeing that he couldn't stop it, Daniel sighed and went in to maintain order.

Hemingway had already entered the circle and started warming up. In front of everyone, he immediately threw a series of uppercuts, which were very fast, powerful, and even made a tearing sound.

Just from this set of moves, you can tell he's a veteran boxer.

He smiled and said to the group in a friendly manner, "My left eye was almost blinded once, and because of that, I can't go to the battlefield. But I don't care. It doesn't matter if I go blind, as long as we can win."

Everyone: "........."

Daniel was a little suspicious. He thought this guy wasn't some tough guy but some kind of madman. He really couldn't understand where this guy's fanaticism came from.

On the other side, Luther also began to warm up. He didn't use hooks or any overly intense movements, but simply took deep breaths and stretched his body to get his joints ready in advance.

His techniques include, but are not limited to: the Lightning Five-Strike Whip, the Slap-Through-Back Fist, and a Wing Chun style reminiscent of Ip Man...

Of course, it's all a joke. If he really knew these tricks, he would have gone back to China and become a master long ago.

Luther's greatest strengths were also his physical training from childhood and his willpower forged through war.

I would have no regrets if I could have had a good fight with Hemingway!

P.S.: It's the weekend, time to chop wood, feed the horses, and go swimming!