When Jason and Alas returned to Ang City on foot, it was already a moment before dusk.
The two walked through the streets and alleys, avoiding various probes and patrols. When they arrived at the 'fight gym' that Alas said, it was completely dark.
“This is it!”
Alas pointed to an inconspicuous little doorway in the alley.
It's about three blocks straight away from the city's downtown TV station. It's called 'Hot Cocoa Street' and there's another street next to it called 'Cocoa Street' - while walking along the way, Jason looked at the street signs and compared them in his mind.
The map gives us a rough idea of the surrounding streets.
Compared with the lively "Cocoa Street" before, "Hot Cocoa Street" is much deserted, let alone a backstreet.
There was rubbish all over the ground. If it weren't for Alas' confirmation, Jason would have thought this place was a garbage dump.
"This was originally a fighting gym run by my grandfather and mother."
"But I'm not very good at taking care of it, so gradually no one comes."
"I obviously try my best to teach them every time, but why do they only come once and then all disappear?"
Alas said angrily.
Go all out?
Ordinary people, I'm afraid they will be punched to death by you, right?
Even a person who has been trained for a long time will probably have to lie down to recuperate if he gets punched by you, right?
Jason glanced at Alas' tall and strong body and immediately found the main reason.
However, he did not explain too much.
Not only because he didn't know what to say, but also because he was attracted by the signboard of 'Fighting Gym'.
‘**fight gym’
Under this huge font, there is a line of small words: As a true fighter, you must have the courage to accept the challenge even if you know you will lose!
"Fighter?"
Jason whispered to himself.
"That was written by my grandfather. At first he wanted to write 'gentleman', but later my mother changed it to fighter."
"My grandfather always said that he was a nobleman - that's what he claimed to be, but my mother never believed it."
Alas explained while pushing open the small door in front of him.
That's right, just push it away.
The door in front of me is unlocked.
Instead, he used heavy objects to block the back of the door.
As Alas pushed, the friction sound of "squeak, squeak" kept sounding.
"The door lock was broken, so I used a 500kg barbell to block the back of the door."
As Alas said, he bent down and walked into the fighting gym.
Jason followed behind and saw at a glance the huge barbell plates that had been moved horizontally, each weighing 25kg, and 20 pieces stacked in two piles, weighing exactly 500kg.
Then, Jason raised his eyes and looked at the fighting gym in front of him.
Much bigger than expected and much cleaner.
Moreover, the facilities are also comprehensive, including sandbags and rubber men for target practice, as well as dumbbells, barbells, squat racks, and bench press racks for strength training. In the middle of the fighting gym are two arenas.
One is one meter high, about 6 squares, with three steps to go up to the ring, four ropes wrapped around it, and thick felt on the surface of the ring, which is similar to the standard ring in Jason's impression.
The other one is a concrete arena, which is twice as big as the previous one, but has no ropes, no steps, and no felt.
The wall facing the two arenas has several windows.
"That's the practice ring and the actual combat ring."
"I usually go in and out from there."
Alas pointed to the window and said.
"Um."
"How much did you get paid for your previous assignment?"
Jason asked after nodding.
"20000."
Alas subconsciously reported the accurate number.
"for you."
"This is your compensation."
Jason took out 20,000 old bills from his backpack and handed it to Alas.
Thomas was already dead, so naturally he could not be compensated. Jason, who thought he had ruined the Arras mission, would naturally make compensation.
However, Alas shook his head repeatedly.
"I can't have it."
"If it weren't for you Jason, I would have died just now!"
Alas said very firmly.
That determined look was not only on his face, but also in his eyes. Jason noticed the persistence in the other person's beautiful almond-shaped eyes.
Immediately, he nodded.
"Yeah?"
"Then just treat it as tuition."
Jason said this.
"tuition fee?"
Alas blinked, a little unresponsive.
"Your family runs a fighting gym, right?"
"I want to learn more about fighting skills."
"You have to pay tuition, right?"
Jason had a serious expression on his face.
And deep down in your heart?
Jason listened carefully to his surroundings.
There was so much noise in the afternoon, Jason believed that the 'Refrigerator' organization would come to visit them soon.
After all, he left too many clues in his hurry.
Not to mention the previous witnesses, the driver of the truck alone would definitely tell everything.
Want to trust an arms dealer to keep his word?
It's better to believe that sugar is salty.
It is the nature of businessmen to pursue profits.
And merchants in some gray channels?
There is more cunning, cunning and ruthlessness than ordinary businessmen.
But Jason didn't mind.
Because this is what he wants to see.
He wants Fridge to know this.
Then, judge some things through the attitude of the "refrigerator" organization.
These things include, but are not limited to, weird and... official attitudes.
The fact that the 'Refrigerator' organization is official was confirmed by Jason after the other party showed extraordinary reaction speed.
Before the judgment is confirmed, it is naturally unknown.
And Jason didn't want to be implicated in Alas, who fought with him and was willing to fight for him at critical moments.
So, he chose to stay.
Of course, what he just said was not entirely an excuse.
In some ways, Jason really thought so.
When facing the 'mansion' before, Jason once again felt his own weakness.
As for [Protection from Evil], which is the core skill, it is impossible to improve it without 4 points of food excitement.
Similarly, another core skill [Prussian Griffin Body Training] is restricted by [Protection from Evil] and cannot be improved in the short term.
Therefore, Jason, who wanted to increase his strength, could only turn his attention to other skills and secret techniques.
But given the premise of ‘not consuming the excitement of food’, Jason had almost no choice.
He has already improved the remaining skills and secret techniques to a level that requires the excitement of eating to improve them.
Therefore, he naturally thought of the method of self-cultivation.
For someone who is extremely talented in practicing physical training, Jason believes that practicing skills and secret techniques should not be too bad.
He just didn't have time before, but now that he has a certain amount of time, he naturally won't waste it.
not to mention……
And having a sparring partner like Alas!
In the recent battle, Alas has shown extremely powerful unarmed fighting ability.
Especially the refreshing and heroic striking method made Jason's heart flutter.
Of course, if time permits, he will also strengthen his sword skills.
Jason still has considerable confidence in swordsmanship.
Since he can possess such a secret skill as [Sword of Dawn], it is enough to prove that he is talented in swordsmanship. There is only one possibility for all the previous discomforts: the wrong way of learning!
Well, it must be the wrong way of learning, not my talent!
Jason stood firm in his beliefs.
Alas doesn't know this.
She only heard that Jason wanted to learn fighting skills.
That means...
Jason is here to stay!
"real?!"
Alas looked at Jason with joy.
When Jason nodded again, Alas took the money from Jason's hand, and then wanted to give Jason a hug.
But Jason dodged it.
Alas was stunned for a moment, and then he stopped paying attention to these minor details. Instead, he said seriously: "The school system of the fighting gym is monthly, quarterly and yearly. Which one do you want to start from, Jason?"
As the heir to the fighting gym, she considers herself qualified.
As for bounty hunters?
That's a part-time job!
Part time job for survival!
If she could use the fighting gym to make a living, she wouldn't become a bounty hunter.
At this moment, Alas, who not only hoped that Jason would stay longer, but also hoped that Jason would learn more skills through long-term training, looked at Jason expectantly.
She wanted Jason to say Nian.
You must know that without long-term training, it is difficult to see any results in fighting.
But Jason didn't change his original idea because of Alas' hope.
"About a month."
Jason replied.
He is only here for a month, any more will be useless.
Suddenly, Alas was full of disappointment, but returned to normal the next moment.
"One month's tuition is..."
"That money is all yours."
"I need to live here and... eat."
Jason interrupted Alas.
Alas subconsciously wanted to say that he would provide food and accommodation.
However, in her mind, she inexplicably recalled Jason swallowing an energy bar in the afternoon.
Very wisely, Alas swallowed back the "board and lodging".
"I'll find a bedding for you."
"There are many rooms upstairs, you can choose by yourself."
“The bathroom is on the first floor.”
"You can also use the one on the second floor."
Alas said as he walked upstairs.
Jason did not leave, but carefully walked to the window. Instead of being directly exposed in front of the glass, he turned around and stood in the shadow, looking out the window.
He had just heard a slightly harsh brake sound.
Through the window, Jason saw the familiar black muscle car.
Park across the street from 'Hot Cocoa Street'.
However, no whole group of people got out of the car.
There is only one person.
Jason saw each other in the morning.
"Choose acquaintances to temporarily ease the relationship?"
"In other words, the 'Refrigerator' organization is not absolutely exterminationist."
"When facing a powerful existence, you will also choose to compromise."
"If that's the case..."
Jason thought of this, and after confirming again that the other party appeared alone, he immediately had some ideas.
…
Edmond stepped out of the car with a dazed look on his face.
Why is he here?
He should be off work.
He should take a vacation.
He should take the ticket and board the plane now, instead of showing up here to contact that dangerous 'masked man'.
'Since you have put forward such excellent and reasonable suggestions, you are naturally the best person to contact him.'
'Not going?'
'If you don't go, you will be demoted to Class D.'
'This is not the first time I have refused a mission.'
'The number of rejections you have is enough to demote you.'
Edmund recalled the conversation he had just had with his supervisor in his mind, and his confusion finally dissipated, and a look of ferocity appeared on his face.
"No matter what, you will die...or else defect!"
As soon as such thoughts appeared, they disappeared without a trace.
First of all, what the supervisor said was true. As a senior C-level, he used his rights to refuse several tasks (facts proved that his refusal was correct, all those tasks were never returned),
Although this is a C-level right, this right still has a limit on the number of times. If it were not for the help of his supervisor, he would have become a D-level personnel whose treatment is not as good as a dog.
Secondly, he had saved nearly ten years of salary and had just made the down payment to buy a house and a car. If he just gave it up... he couldn't bear it.
Although he would have to repay the loan every month for the next twenty-nine and eleven months, which was a dark life, he felt a little relieved when he looked at his house and car.
Maybe this is life?
Painful and happy.
Thinking of this, Edmon sighed and walked towards the back alley of 'Hot Cocoa Street'.
According to the intelligence, the ‘masked man’ and the female bounty hunter named Alas returned to the fighting gym belonging to the female bounty hunter located here.
Walking to the back alley, Edmon strode forward ignoring the garbage on the floor.
He has seen worse and worse scenes.
Trash in front of you?
It's really nothing.
Even, to a certain extent, it really is paradise.
This door is so small!
After glancing at the signboard of the fighting gym, Edmond commented on the door in front of him. After adjusting his coat, he raised his hand and knocked on the door.
Boom, boom!
No one answered.
Boom, boom!
Edmond intensified the knocking.
And this time, someone finally answered.
However, it wasn't coming from behind the door.
But...
behind.
"Who are you looking for?"
When Jason's pretended to be deep voice sounded, the blade of the broad-bladed short-handled machete was pressed against the side of Edmund's neck.
When the cold blade touched his neck, Edmond immediately raised his hands.
Then, he spoke very quickly and clearly:
"I'm looking for Master Jason."
"I mean no harm."
"I'm here on behalf of the Asylum."
Asylum?
Is ‘refrigerator’ the official name?
Jason thought, and the hand holding the knife moved slightly.
Suddenly, the blade advanced a little.
Immediately, the skin of Edmund's neck was cut.
The moment the skin on his neck was cut, this senior C-level personnel immediately took advantage of his rich experience. His knees softened and he fell to his knees directly.
"Don't kill me."
"I cooperate."
"Excuse me."
After saying that, he seemed to feel that such words were unconvincing.
Edmund immediately added: "I still have twenty-nine years and eleven months of mortgage debt to pay off. Please let me go and let me complete the most important mission in my life - to have a house of my own."
House, build your own home.”
"As long as you let me go, I will tell you everything you want."
"Do you think you need eyes and ears?"
"I was a Secret Service agent and I was good at gathering intelligence."
Edmond, who was kneeling there, said with tears in his eyes.
Jason didn't look at Edmond again. He frowned slightly and there was a coldness in his eyes.
Because, at this moment, a rather malicious gaze was looking at him.
