Because she was just a lowly slave.
During their time stationed on the island, the soldiers had nowhere to vent their energy, and boxing matches alone were not enough to release it.
Therefore, slaves became a good source of amusement.
Two-thirds of the slaves have died.
But still, nobody cared.
After all, if needed, another batch can be sent over from China.
On the field, Finks was slightly distracted by the commotion and took a jab as a result.
But when he looked back, he turned his face and punched Daniel hard in the left abdomen.
It was a loud "bang".
The moment the fist struck, onlookers could clearly see sweat gushing out of Daniel's body.
With a "whoosh".
Daniel, hunched over, vomited undigested bacon, chickpeas, tomatoes, and other food scraps all over the floor.
At the same time, a deluge of insults and cheers erupted like a tidal wave.
"You son of a bitch! You made me lose all my last bit of money, you bastard!"
"Finks! What a magnificent man!"
Daniel was helped off the stage in shame.
Hawkins, beaming with joy after making a fortune, shouted, "I knew Finks would win! Hahaha!"
"This guy has some kind of mysterious kung fu!"
Miller, who had lost money and was punched in the face with a swollen face, sighed dejectedly.
Hawkins glanced at him and tossed five coins into his pocket: "Little guy, I don't want to see you crying and running home to your mother to complain."
Miller caught the coin and exclaimed happily, "Sir! I'll take a bullet for you! Haha!"
Hawkins laughed and cursed, "Idiot, don't say things like that."
At that moment, the boy nervously brought over the whiskey.
Hawkins' smile vanished instantly. He took the drink and glared at Hawkins, saying, "What are you crying for! You damned little bastard..."
Just as he was about to casually pick up the whip and lash out a few times, a roar rang out from the boxing ring:
"One more!"
Hawkins was taken aback, then put down the whip and laughed, saying, "Finx, do you want to hit me again?"
Taking advantage of this opening, the boy ran away in fear.
On the sand, Finks was panting heavily, blood streaming down his brow bone.
His bare upper body was covered in sweat. He didn't reply, but instead looked around and shouted:
"Who wants to come!"
A lieutenant immediately took off his shirt, revealing a muscular chest covered in chest hair, and laughed loudly, saying:
“I’ll go! But Phinks, that’s not fair to you, so I’ll hold back.”
Seeing someone leave the arena, Hawkins immediately pounded on the metal bucket and shouted:
"Bet's in! Bet now!"
However, a fight had already begun on the field.
Without even a warning, Finks threw a punch, which the lieutenant dodged with a nonchalant smile.
"To throw such fast punches right from the start..."
But before he could finish speaking, Phinks unleashed a storm of punches at him.
Such a fierce offensive was unprecedented in the previous matches.
But it ignited the passion of the onlookers, and excited cheers immediately rang out.
"Fight back! Don't just cover your heads!"
Although the cheers for the two were mixed, the situation was one-sided.
Finks' fists were as hard as iron, and with just a few punches, Lieutenant Robert was left with a bloody head.
But the struggle did not stop.
No one understood why Phinks seemed to have suddenly become angry.
He spared no effort, each punch was powerful and heavy, and Robert couldn't even block it.
But no one has stopped it yet; on the contrary, it has made people even more excited.
Even Hawkins excitedly yelled, "Well done, Finks!"
Daniel, who had just lost, was sweating profusely and his face turned pale with fright.
He couldn't even imagine how badly he would be beaten if Phinks had used his fighting skills against him.
And right now.
Lieutenant Robert was already...
"Hey! That's enough! Phinks!"
"It's over! You won!"
The excited crowd gradually calmed down, as the fight had clearly spiraled out of control.
Even though Robert was beaten and curled up on the ground, Finks still rode on top of him like a madman and beat him mercilessly.
If it's said that at the beginning it would make them feel excited and want to join in, then it's likely that the initial reaction would be very positive.
But as Robert was beaten unconscious and his body began to convulse, everyone realized that something serious had happened.
They rushed into the ring and grabbed the crazed Finks, stopping him from going mad.
"You won! Phinks! Good heavens! You hit that hard!"
"You bastard! Hahaha!" The soldiers and officers surrounding Finks praised him sincerely.
This powerful man has conquered their indomitable spirit time and time again.
At this moment, they had even lifted Phinks up and cheered.
A group of people gathered around Robert, who was lying on the ground, but they were in a panic.
"Medical officer! Quickly, call the medical officer!"
"He needs immediate first aid!! Quick!"
The fight, intended to release pent-up energy, turned into an accident, leaving Lieutenant Robert seriously injured and potentially unable to participate in the upcoming large-scale special military operation.
But at this moment, not many people cared.
Most people were still cheering for Finks.
They tossed Phinks high into the air and caught him, their eyes filled with respect as they shouted his name.
As always, he earned people's respect.
Even the fleet's vice commander, four-star admiral Hansen, personally handed Finks a bottle of beer, patted him on the shoulder, and said:
"Well done, Phinks!"
"In fact, I'm already considering awarding you a Warrior's Medal as soon as this war ends."
"But you'd better put your fist on the enemy, hehe."
People laughed.
Phinks, however, appeared calm, only breathing heavily, while his gaze drifted intentionally or unintentionally toward the outside world.
There, a group of slaves were busy washing clothes and preparing firewood for the evening feast.
The slave boy was still clutching his stomach, cleaning up the empty bottles, blood still dripping from his lips, sobbing intermittently.
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