To be honest, I have never been to a high-end place like a hotel in my life, so I probably didn’t recognize the food on the menu. When I opened the plate, I saw that the portion was much smaller than I expected.
While eating pepper sirloin steak, grilled squid rings, baked snails, and shrimp roe sauce... I couldn't help but cursed several times, this hotel is so evil.
It's so expensive and the price is so little. In fact, a bumpkin like me doesn't know that the portions of Western food are always so small.
Although I ordered more "discretionary", because I was really hungry, I actually ordered a lot of things, more than ten dishes. I wolfed down all the food quickly, and still ate
very full.
When the hotel waiter came to clear away the tableware, he also brought me another thing, which was a thick photo album. He gently put this thing on the table and left without saying anything.
I was very curious and opened the picture album after he left. It was filled with photos of cool beauties of various colors. Each beauty had a voluptuous figure and was sexy and charming. Moreover, the picture album was actually divided into European and American chapters.
, the Asia chapter, not only marked the nationality of these beauties, but also marked the body measurements and height, as well as different prices. Even the cheapest Japanese girl costs up to 5,000.
For a moment I couldn't figure out what these women were used for, so I threw the album away and never paid attention to it again.
I now understand why those people stayed in the training camp for so long and were still so energetic.
Although they can't eat lunch and dinner provided by the instructor for free, they can buy breakfast and midnight snacks, but the prices are ridiculously expensive.
I now also know why Xu Fu specially left me a bank card with such a huge amount, and said to me: "Soon you will understand that for people in the dark world, money is worthless, as long as you can
To survive, money has never been a problem for people walking in the dark world."
On the second day of training, I was already much better than the first day.
When I stood in front of the wall and punched hard one after another, I even had time to observe the actions of others.
As expected, almost everyone abandoned fancy moves and just punched hard.
The middle-aged man taught me the seven postures. He himself only used left straight punch, right straight punch, front kick, and side kick. These four simplest movements can knock off more than seven points of the training wall with each blow.
HP, and only occasionally will he use a vicious roundhouse kick or side elbow to exert greater power.
There is an indescribable ferocity in the middle-aged man's technique, and it seems to contain something I can't understand. This kind of thing is also found in the instructor's fist.
In addition, there are fourteen new people coming to our training camp today, and one of them is very eye-catching.
This newcomer has a head full of white hair, an unruly face, and has more than ten holes and metal rings all over his body. He is dressed in an unusually non-mainstream style. Looking at this guy’s appearance and figure, he should be an authentic Japanese race.
His hair color is definitely not natural, and with this exaggerated style, he is obviously a guy with a lot of personality.
This white-haired guy paid no attention to anyone, as if no one else was qualified to see him, and he was so cool that he didn't punch or kick the wall at all, and just spent the whole morning in a leisurely daze.
In a blink of an eye, it was lunch time again. I wiped my sweat and glanced at the cold wall where my health had dropped to less than 8,000 points. Although I knew that I was not qualified to have lunch, I was somewhat relieved. Today is better than yesterday.
It has increased by at least three times. Although my strength is still too weak among the vicious people in the dark training camp, this change is already very satisfying.
When the instructor appeared pushing the dining cart, the unruly white-haired man stood up unsteadily, glanced at the poor-looking black bread, and deliberately shouted in a long voice: "Just give us these things to eat."
?This kind of food will be disgusted even if it is fed to a dog. Instructor, would you give me another food?"
The instructor had seen this kind of irritation many times, and said without any expression: "You have not completed the training task, and you don't even have to eat bread. Those who have completed the task come and get the food."
When Bai Mao saw that the instructor was ignoring him, a sharp light suddenly burst out in his eyes, and his tone became extremely cold and he said: "I advise you to change a piece of food for Mr. Feicun, otherwise I can guarantee what will happen next.
Mr. Himura's temper has always been bad."
The instructor didn't even have the desire to speak, and didn't even look at him. After sharing the black bread with a few people who had completed their tasks, he pushed the dining cart and turned around to leave.
This kind of ignorance made Bai Mao very unhappy. He let out a strange cry, suddenly jumped up in the air, and kicked the instructor's head hard. This kick was as fast as lightning and as strong as a mountain, and even made me, who was watching,
For a moment, I had the illusion that the instructor's head would be kicked open.
But in the next second, reality told me that predicting this kind of series of battles exceeded the ability of a newcomer.
The instructor backhanded him a punch and hit Baimao's flying kick straight away, sending him flying into the air. Baimao's seemingly imposing kick was easily defeated by the instructor.
Bai Mao's reaction was also extremely fast. He did an acrobatic somersault in mid-air and was already standing firmly when his feet landed on the ground.
Although the fate of the golden-haired foreigner who was killed by the instructor's punch was countless times better, the white-haired foreigner's face was still very ugly, and he said sinisterly: "You really made me angry, you will soon..."
You will know how foolish it is to anger Lord Himura!"
Bai Mao opened his hands in a very exaggerated gesture, and then transformed into a strong wind, with his claws drawing out afterimages, and rushed towards the instructor. The speed and strength he displayed had exceeded the limits of human beings.
At least I have never seen any human being, including those world champion athletes, move so fast that it can leave an afterimage in the human eye.
The instructor still had no creativity. Even if he punched the opponent head-on, the punch didn't seem to be particularly fast, and it wasn't as brilliant as Bai Mao's claws that transformed into afterimages, but it was able to hit Bai Mao's claws squarely.
, and once again sent the white hair flying eight or nine meters away.
This time Bai Mao couldn't control his body shape, and was punched by the instructor into the crowd of onlookers.
A bald black man whose whole body looked like it had been coated with honey and had an oily sheen was knocked upright by the white hair. The bald black man could not withstand the strength of the instructor and was knocked over into a gourd.
None of the guys in the dark training camp were good-natured gentlemen. The big black man stood up as soon as he stood up. He was unhappy that he had been bullied and yelled angrily: "Get out of here, you bastard!"