"Hey, the recognition is valid. Junior VIP - Your Excellency Harry, please come in." A familiar electronic female voice came. Mu Fan, who had a keen sense of hearing, stopped for a moment, and the power hammer that was doing chopping movements stopped steadily on the load-bearing platform for five seconds.
Centimeters away, the heavy mass brings compressive airflow that spreads out in a waveform.
"What, fat brother, I am the junior VIP? Are you kidding me? I want to send a sky message to Uncle Wu!" The fat man who had already raised one foot was angry for no reason when he heard this electronic sound. Are you kidding me, fat brother?
Are you a person with status? As a silver 1-star master in the fantasy field of PO Battle.net, and as a self-proclaimed fashion pioneer in the aristocratic academy class, how come you only get this kind of treatment when you first come to the martial arts gym?
"Sorry sir, since you did not mention your identity when making the reservation, nor did you show your gym membership card, you can only book the junior VIP training room at most. We are deeply sorry for the inconvenience caused to you and ask for your understanding." aside.
The waitress who had just swiped the alloy door ID card quickly bowed and apologized after hearing this.
Seeing the friendly attitude of the pleasant waitress in front of him, the pacifist Fatty's kindness flared up again, as if he shouldn't yell at the beauty, "Forget it, I will apply for a high-level VIP later, and I will ask my butler if you need anything."
Contact you."
I am simply too kind, Fatty thought to himself as he stepped through the door of the training room.
…
In the VIP training room No. 9 on the second floor, two people were staring at each other with big eyes and small eyes at the moment.
Mu Fan had just come out of the strength training room. The broken hair on his forehead was sticking tightly to his skin due to sweat. Although he stood there quietly, his eyes were staring at the fat man in front of him like a leopard.
The fat man's face was expressionless, his eyelids didn't even move, and his hand kept moving to put Tianxun on the wooden stand aside. Just kidding, as soon as he came in and raised his head, he saw this kid standing there staring like a ghost.
If you stick to yourself, you will scare people and kill them, okay?
"Who are you?" Finally, the fat man couldn't stand the atmosphere and spoke in advance. As he spoke, the tense atmosphere in the room instantly calmed down.
"Mu Fan, sparring partner." Mu Fan looked at the fat man in front of him, cherishing his words like gold.
"Huh, fat brother, I was scared to death. I thought it was some unruly person who sent someone to punish me. Wait until I get back. I'll go change my clothes first." The fat man finally let go of his jealousy and grew
In one breath, he hung up his coat, picked up a pair of high-end cyan training clothes and walked to the locker room nearby.
"What kind of sparring method? I see that your body shape is far different from that of Fat Brother and me. Don't be overwhelmed." The fat man was standing in front of Mu Fan at this moment. Although he was not as tall as Mu Fan, he raised his chin hard and gained weight.
The three-circle body shape is also quite impressive.
"You fight, I defend." Mu Fan was still concise and to the point. The cautiousness in his eyes clearly showed that he was deeply wary of the fat man in front of him. When he was eating, the big man said that he must have a big appetite. The man in front of him must be awesome.
You can tell from his body shape that he eats a lot of food, so he can't help but pay attention to it.
In an instant, Fatty’s eyes lit up! This little brother understands me very well. The deep sense of wariness in his eyes is obviously the look in his eyes when he looked at the class bullies in the fighting class! He also saw that Fatty
Is my brother actually a master?
"Cough, cough." The fat man coughed hard and put his chin back in a dignified manner, "You also see that this young master is actually a hidden master, right? Come and give us two moves." Originally.
The fat man who decided to warm up first walked towards the fighting ring inside with his hands behind his back. He felt more and more like a master in his heart. After looking at the thin guy on the other side, he should strike softly.
"Do you know that at such a young age, I am already an 8th-level master? Don't worry, I will be gentler in a while." For Harry's father, who has been afraid of his child being thin since he was a child, using high-tech gene cultivation technology and
It makes sense that expensive nutrition warehouses pile up fat people from level 5 to level 8 physical standards.
Mu Fan nodded, strode into the arena, picked up the boxing target on the side, put it on his arm, and bowed into a good posture.
The fat man also nodded with satisfaction. This kind of energy as if facing a formidable enemy is suitable for my young master to take action! For this attitude, he deserves a reward! I will give him a tip of 500 in a minute! That is, the fat brother's "lemon balloon" for one night
Maintenance costs only.
The fat man also stepped into the arena. The airflow caused by more than 200 kilograms of meat hitting the ground was different from the airflow produced by a body like Mu Fan.
"Hey! Ha!" The fat man shook his arms and legs. He was tired after sitting on the hovercar for a long time. Now he is ready to teach this little brother an unforgettable lesson. Don't worry, I won't do anything harsh!"
"Ah ha!" The fat man raised his arms, turned his body in a half-turn, and then punched out. The fat all over his body trembled and then stretched in the opposite direction.
After a short sound of "Boom", there was a burst of howling like a slaughtering pig, "It hurts me so much." Mu Fan looked at the fat man who forgot to wear gloves in front of him with a speechless face. He didn't know the fat man's punch just now.
Feel the impact.
"Have you not eaten?" Mu Fan thought that the fat man had no energy because he was not full, so he asked kindly.
The fat man who was jumping up and down with his fists turned red instantly. He felt that his personality had been seriously insulted and was actually laughed at by a sparring partner. So he gritted his teeth and took a pair of gloves from the side and put them on, and then
He lowered his head and punched out.
"Ah hey!" There was no accident. Mu Fan, who had not even defeated Zeref and Mankun, was even less likely to be knocked down by the fat man's punch. The fat man, who thought he had exerted a lot of force, looked up and saw that the boxing target was standing motionless on him.
In front of him, Mu Fan's eyes were not alert at the moment, but full of curiosity.
The fat man's face turned blood red again, and he punched with bang bang bang bang bang bang, and then stretched his legs and gasped for air. He raised his head and looked at Mu Fan, still standing there quietly, not moving at all, but his eyes had lost their curiosity and turned into
An affirmation.
He must not have had enough to eat! Mu Fan thought firmly in his heart.
"Boy, why are you here as a sparring partner!?" The fat man no longer had the energy to fight. He felt that this kid was definitely doing it on purpose to trick him.
"I want to make money to buy a computer." Mu Fan replied without any hesitation.
"What?" At this age, you can't even do anything with your strength. You shouldn't be just a sparring partner.
"I'll give you a 500 tip, do you want it?" The fat man suddenly stood up and asked seriously.
"Think about it!" Mu Fan also didn't hesitate or feel any embarrassment.
"Stand still and let me knock him down with one punch." The fat man saw Mu Fan's eyes suddenly became dazed, so he punched him out.
At this moment, Mu Fan, who was thinking that Fatty was a good man, fell down very cooperatively. He even used his feet to force himself and flew up in the air as if he was being shot, and then landed heavily on the ground.
"Professional!" The fat man was stunned. "I'll settle the bill for you when I go out later."
"Thank you!" Mu Fan stood up and immediately thanked him. This sincere expression could not be faked.
The fat man touched his chin, which had yet to grow a beard, and asked suddenly.