America 1919-Chapter 380 - 163. The Downfall of Joseph

A roar like a mountain torrent and tsunami erupted over the entire Boyle Stadium, as countless scraps of paper representing a festive atmosphere fluttered in the sky.

The host stood on the boxing ring set up in the middle of the stadium, holding a microphone. His voice, transmitted through hundreds of loudspeakers around the venue, drowned out the cheers of the live audience.

"Now let’s welcome Mr. Orchid George Caponti!"

As the host’s voice reached every spectator’s ears, a surge of screaming burst forth instantly. If one listened carefully, they would discover that the women’s voices were particularly piercing and emphatic.

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In fact, at that time at least one-third of the audience in the entire venue were women, and they were all there to cheer for the handsome and attractive Frenchman, George Caponti!

With the appearance of George Caponti, draped in a yellow boxing robe, such cheers escalated to another level.

Donnie sat in the first row on the east side of the stands, beside him were Pickford, Douglas, and others. Meanwhile, in the first row on the west side of the boxing ring sat Nucky, as well as local political figures such as Edwards.

Sitting on the south side were Robert Taft and the like, of course, along with other bigwigs from further afield like Albert Furr.

On the north side sat little Theodore Roosevelt and others, along with the heavyweights from New York and Philadelphia.

In front of their seats were various professional referees and broadcast booths, so it was unlikely for people in all four directions to notice each other.

"Such a scene reminds me of the arenas in Ancient Rome, where the women were particularly fond of watching such matches!"

Douglas, glancing back at the frenzied crowd, couldn’t help but comment.

Donnie laughed, "With the right to vote for women being established, the status of women in the United States has indeed risen a lot, at least much higher than that of women in Ancient Rome!"

Douglas, clearly dissatisfied with the policy, retorted, "Women should stay obediently at home, and even if they work, they should be in basic jobs. Now, with the status of American women bound to rise higher and higher, there might even be some suffrage movements in the future!"

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Good grief, it’s only now that Douglas could say something like this. If he had said it in later years, he would very likely be blacklisted by Hollywood.

Pickford, dissatisfied with Douglas’s words, countered, "Women have made their contributions to society’s development. Allowing women to vote is a sign of the times’ progression, and I don’t see anything wrong with that!"

Douglas wasn’t pleased with Pickford disagreeing with him in such circumstances, but given the setting, he didn’t say anything further.

At that moment, the host finished introducing George Caponti and began to introduce Jack Dempsey’s entrance.

The arrival of Jack Dempsey naturally provoked yet another tsunami of cheers from the crowd, even Douglas, who had just shown some dissatisfaction, was screaming loudly.

Pickford, seeing Douglas’s excitement, shook her head and cast a look at Donnie sitting beside her, noting that Donnie showed no change of expression. At that moment, she remembered the conversation she had with Donnie the night before.

"Does he really envy Douglas? Is he really into me..."

With that thought, Pickford felt her heart stirring. She had to admit, the Donnie sitting beside her in a custom suit, exuding confidence, had more charm than her husband, Douglas, the Hollywood star.

At least that was what she believed!

Sensing Pickford’s gaze, Donnie looked at her and revealed a refined smile.

Pickford was momentarily startled, then blushed slightly and turned her head to watch George Caponti and Jack Dempsey, who were getting ready on the platform.

However, at that moment, Pickford felt her left hand, resting on her lap, lightly brushed by Donnie’s hand.

The physical touch made Pickford shiver slightly and she couldn’t help but look at Donnie again, only to find him looking at the ring as if nothing had happened.

But the sensation on her hand grew increasingly strong, letting her know that Donnie was indeed flirting with her.

For a while, Pickford’s mind was in turmoil, unsure of how to react. In the end, Pickford chose to do nothing...

After the atmospheric buildup of the opening, the clamor in the room began to subside with the ring girl signaling the start of the first round, and everyone waited for the beginning of their bout!

If there were no knockouts, there would be ten rounds of fighting, and the winner would be determined by the points awarded by the judges.

If a knockout occurred, it would be much simpler; even if it happened in the first round, the match would conclude officially!

Not only the live audience but also those outside the venue listening to the live radio broadcast of the match were starting to become tense.

In Los Angeles, Joseph Adonis sat in his speakeasy’s office, also tuned into the boxing match, with Julian Weber and other associates nearby.

With a glass of whiskey on the side and a cigarette in hand, Joseph Adonis wore a contented smile on his face.

"Regardless, I still admire one thing about Donnie. He always finds a way to put together a fight that captures the attention of the entire United States and allows us to make some extra money!"