After they had lunch, William told Ian that the warehouse had been found. It was only two streets away from the casino. It was an underground warehouse. It was originally a small fitness club. There were also some training equipment in it, which was just right.

Meets Ian's requirements.

"Why is it so dirty?" Looking at the footprints under his feet and the choking smell of dust, even Ian, who had the experience of being a beggar, couldn't help but complain.

William said with some embarrassment: "I thought you were in a hurry, so you didn't clean it."

"Forget it, let me clean it up later." Before he had time to see the place clearly, Ian was about to leave.

"Huh?" The stairs going up were suddenly blocked by a guy.

"Get away!" William yelled.

It happened to be backlight, so I couldn't see the person's appearance clearly. I could only tell that he was very fat, even compared to Bob who was killed by Ian. He turned around with difficulty and faced upwards.

Go.

Step by step, William couldn't bear it anymore. After more than a dozen steps, the guy stopped every step.

"Get out of my way." William rushed over and was about to punch the man in the neck.

"Ah!" The guy screamed, his body tilted, and he fell to the sky. The staircase he came down was only about one meter wide. His bloated body took advantage of the situation and rolled down like a ball. William was caught before he could even dodge.

They were all knocked down, and Ian was no exception. They were all knocked down from the stairs by the fat guy.

"It's broken." Ian felt bursts of pain in his chest and abdomen. His ribs must have been broken. When he looked at William, he fainted.

"I kindly gave you way, but you still hit someone, and you have to pay me for it."

Ian reluctantly stood up, and now he could see the appearance of the guy clearly. He was about the same height as Ian, with black hair and yellow skin, but his body was at least three times that of Ian.

One of Ian and William had broken ribs, and the other was unconscious, but the fat man acted as if nothing was wrong. He even stood up earlier than Ian, and looking at his angry appearance, he didn't look like an injured person at all.

"I...I apologize...please let me...relax for a while." Ian whispered in pain.

The man snorted and walked inside in a familiar manner. With a "pop!" sound, the lights in the underground warehouse came on.

"Fortunately, there is a soft rubber floor underneath, otherwise he would have been hit to death." Ian felt scared just thinking about it.

Then he turned his attention to the Death Assist System and checked the body detection and repair. The system immediately prompted that three Death coins were needed to repair the current injury.

Ian looked at the remaining survival time and thought to himself, this auxiliary system is really cruel, but every second he is alive now is given by this auxiliary system. If you think about it, it doesn't matter. One more second of life is worth it.

It's earned.

He immediately chose to repair his body, and his survival time was suddenly reduced by three days, leaving ninety-two days, but he could clearly feel that his body was getting better.

A few minutes later, Ian stood up neatly, startling the fat man, and said, "Are you okay?"

"Well, it's okay. I was in a bit of pain just now, but it's much better now." Ian nodded.

The fat man looked surprised, but soon he said with an angry face: "You tell me what to do. You beat me in my place. If you don't pay compensation, you won't be allowed to leave."

"Your place?" Ian said in surprise: "But I have already rented this place?"

"So it was you who rented it?" The fat man was surprised at first, then his expression immediately changed, and he said with a smile: "Hello, boss, I am the owner of this warehouse."

"Haha, that's really interesting." Ian looked at him carefully and suddenly laughed: "No wonder your club can't survive."

"Haha, that's right. Nowadays, everyone's training is just for the sake of getting in shape. They don't care about anything else. The fitness instructors' figures are better than the other, and people are all going to those places." The fat man said with a helpless smile.

Ian nodded, smiled casually, and was about to ask about other things here. He was suddenly stunned and asked: "You just said that the purpose of training is for body shape and nothing else. What else are you talking about?"

mean?"

"Haha, of course it's the fighting ability. When I bought this place, I just wanted to make a fortune with my own skills, but I didn't expect that I would be reduced to this now." The fat man sat down on the sofa next to him, and the sofa immediately

It sank into a big hole and stirred up a lot of dust.

"Hahaha..." Ian couldn't help it anymore and laughed loudly. He glanced at the fat man again, and Ian laughed even harder.

It's like a kid seriously saying he's going to fight in Iraq.

"I'm sorry..." Ian laughed for a while and then stopped.

"It doesn't matter, I'm used to it. It's a bit funny when people see my figure and think of fighting. But I'm not bragging. If we really fight, let's take you... let's take this friend of yours.

, I have no problem if three or five of him come together like him." The fat man said very casually.

"You..." Ian couldn't think of any words to respond to him. Even if it was bragging, there had to be a limit.

"Haha, I know you don't believe it, but it doesn't matter. I don't need these now anyway. I just want to live a more comfortable life." The fat man waved his hand and said.

"By the way, you have signed the contract. If you don't execute it, I will sue you." The fat man suddenly said something that made Ian ambiguous.

"What contract?"

"That's it!" the fat man said, taking out a piece of paper from his pocket. Ian was about to take it over and read it, but he suddenly retracted it and said, "Don't even think about destroying it, the lawyer still has a copy.

"

"Okay, I understand." Ian nodded.

When he opened it, he saw that it was a rental contract. After a quick glance, it turned out to be a very ordinary thing. One of the two parties signing the contract was William, and the other was a bunch of strange words. Ian couldn't understand it either, so he asked.

"That's my name, Sendo Muto." The fat man smiled.

"This name is so strange."

"Haha, I'm from the island country. Our names are all like this. You are the boss. Just call me Muto from now on." Muto Sendou said with a smile.

"So that's it, I know, but there's nothing to regret about it. Why don't we just rent a warehouse?" Ian was a little surprised by Muto's attitude.

"That's good, that's good." Muto said reassuringly: "There is another clause in the contract, that is, anyone who rents a warehouse will have a prerequisite, that is, I still have to live here, and I have to be responsible for my three days a day.

Meals, of course, I can work for free."

"Is there one?" Ian picked up the contract and read it again strangely, but still didn't find it.

"Here, here." Muto said, pointing to a line of small print at the bottom of the contract.

Ian took a look and saw that there was indeed such a condition, but the writing was too small and it was at the bottom of the contract. If you didn't read the content of the contract carefully, you wouldn't notice it at all.

Ian looked at Muto and then asked: "You are not counting on this warehouse to live because you can't find a job, right?"

Muto smiled and said nothing, and Ian sighed. Of course he knew the trouble of not being able to find a job. At that time, his leg was still lame. When people looked at his leg, they would not give him even a simple job.

He can only become a beggar.

"Okay, it's just one more person to eat, no problem." Ian agreed to him readily.

Muto was very happy to hear this. Seeing that William was still unconscious, he went to bring some water and poured it on his face. William woke up immediately.

But his first reaction was to pull out a gun and point it at Muto.

"Damn fat man, you dared to hit me, and you didn't ask me who I am." William scolded and was about to kick Muto.

Muto also immediately retreated, and Ian quickly stopped him: "Stop."

"Mr. Ian, let me kill him. I will get angry when I see him." William said angrily.

"Pah...ouch..." With a crisp sound, William's gun was knocked out, and his wrist immediately became red and swollen.

"Okay, everyone, stop." Ian said again.

The two of them stopped fighting.

Ian briefly talked to William, and William immediately said: "I don't agree. We are renting a warehouse, why do we need to take him with us? Mr. Ian, I will find you another one that is more suitable."

"You don't agree?" Ian was suddenly stunned, then stared at William and asked: "Do I need your consent to do what I want to do?"

William watched Ian's face change from sunny to gloomy, especially the way he stared at him, as if he were looking at a corpse with a sense of disdain, which was very uncomfortable.

William quickly apologized: "I'm sorry, Mr. Ian, I just said the wrong thing. Of course, everything is your decision."

"Okay, leave some deposit for Muto, and we'll go back right away." After Ian finished speaking, he got up and walked out.

William felt very remorseful. How could he say that? He was such a bastard. However, seeing the smiling face of the island man named Muto really made him angry, but he could only follow Ian's instructions.
Chapter completed!