It was already just before evening when Jason and Arras returned to Ang City on foot.
The two walked through the streets and alleys, avoiding various probes and patrols. When they arrived at the 'fight gym' that Arras called, it was already completely dark.
"right here!"
Aras pointed to a very inconspicuous small doorway in the alley.
It is about three blocks away from Ang City's downtown TV station in a straight line. It is called 'Hot Cocoa Street' and there is another street next to it called 'Cocoa Street'. The map gives an overview of the surrounding streets.
Compared with the bustling 'Coco Street' before, 'Hot Coco Street' is much quieter, not to mention the back streets.
The ground was full of rubbish. If Arras hadn't confirmed it, Jason would have thought it was a dump.
"This was originally a boxing gym run by my maternal grandfather and mother."
"But I'm not very good at taking care of it, so gradually no one comes."
"I obviously tried my best to teach them every time, but why did they disappear after only one visit?"
Aras said angrily.
Go all out
Ordinary people, I'm afraid they will be beaten to death by you, right
Even a well-trained person, if he gets punched by you, he might have to lie down and recuperate, right
Jason glanced at Arras' tall and strong body, and immediately found the main reason.
However, he did not explain too much.
Not only because he didn't know how to say it at all, but also because he was attracted by the signboard of 'Fight Gym'.
'JJ Fight Gym'
Under this huge font, there is a line of small characters: As a true fighter, even if you know you will lose, you must have the courage to accept the challenge!
"A fighter?"
Jason whispered to himself.
"That was written by my grandfather. At first he wanted to write 'gentleman', but my mother changed it to fighter."
"My grandfather always said he was an aristocrat - that's what he said he was. Mum never believed it."
Aras explained while pushing open the small door in front of him.
That's right, just push it away.
The door in front of him was unlocked.
Instead, he blocked the door with a heavy object.
With the push of Arras, the sound of "squeak, squeak" kept ringing.
"The door lock was broken, so I blocked the door with a 500Kg barbell."
As Aras said, he bent down and walked into the boxing gym.
Jason followed behind and saw the huge barbell plates that were translated at a glance, one 25Kg, 20 stacked in two stacks, exactly 500Kg.
Then, Jason looked up at the boxing gym in front of him.
Much bigger and cleaner than expected.
Moreover, the facilities are complete, including sandbags and rubber figures for shooting targets, as well as dumbbells, barbells, squat racks, and bench press racks for strength training, and there are two rings in the middle of the boxing gym.
One is one meter high, about 6 square meters, with three steps 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 is a cement-tamped arena, which is twice the size of the previous arena, but there are no ropes, no steps, and no felt.
There are several windows on the wall facing the two rings.
"That's the practice arena and the actual combat arena."
"I usually go in and out from there."
Alas pointed to the window and said.
"Um."
"What was your previous job salary?"
Jason asked after nodding.
"20000."
Aras subconsciously reported the exact number.
"for you."
"It's your compensation."
Jason took out 20,000 old bills from his backpack and handed them to Arras.
That Thomas is dead, so naturally he can't pay him. Jason, who thinks he messed up Arras' mission, will naturally make compensation.
However, Arras shook his head again and again.
"I can't have it."
"If it weren't for you, Jason, I would have died just now!"
Arras said firmly.
The firm look was not only on the face, but also in the eyes. Jason noticed the persistence in the other's beautiful almond eyes.
Immediately, nodded.
"Yeah?"
"Take it as tuition."
Jason said so.
"tuition fee?"
Alas blinked, a little unresponsive.
"Is your family running a boxing gym?"
"I want to learn more about fighting skills."
"You have to pay tuition, right?"
Jason had a serious expression on his face.
And in the bottom of my heart
Jason was listening to his surroundings.
With such a commotion in the afternoon, Jason believed that the 'Refrigerator' organization would come to the door soon.
After all, in a hurry, he left too many clues.
Not to mention the previous witnesses, the driver of the truck alone will definitely tell everything.
Want to trust an arms dealer's tight-lipped mouth
It might as well believe that sugar is salty.
It is the nature of a businessman to seek profit.
And the merchants in some gray channels
There are more cunning, cunning and cruelty that ordinary businessmen don't have.
But Jason didn't mind.
Because this is what he wants to see.
He wanted the 'refrigerator' to know this.
Then, judge some things through the attitude of the 'refrigerator' organization.
These things include, but are not limited to, those weird and...official attitudes.
The 'refrigerator' organization is official, and Jason has confirmed it since the other party showed extraordinary speed of response.
Before the judgment is confirmed, nature is unknown.
And Jason didn't want to involve Arras, who fought with him and was willing to fight for him at the critical moment.
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 the core skill [Protection from Evil], if you want to improve it without 4 points of food excitement, it is far away.
Similarly, another core skill [Pruss Griffin Body Forging] is restricted by [Protection from Evil], and cannot be improved in a short period of time.
Therefore, Jason, who wanted to increase his strength, could only look at other skills and secret techniques.
But with 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 the level that requires the excitement of food to improve.
Therefore, he naturally thought of the way of self-cultivation.
For him who is very talented in practicing body training, Jason believes that his cultivation 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…
There is also a sparring partner like Arras!
In the battle just now, Arras had already demonstrated extremely powerful unarmed combat ability.
Especially the refreshing and heroic way of striking made Jason's heart move.
Of course, if time permits, he will also strengthen his sword skills.
Jason still had considerable confidence in swordsmanship.
Since he can possess the secret technique of [Sword of Dawn], it is enough to prove that he is talented in swordsmanship. There is only one possibility for all the discomforts before: the way of learning is wrong!
Well, it must be the wrong way of learning, not my talent!
Jason stood firm in his convictions.
Aras doesn't know this.
She only heard that Jason was going to learn fighting skills.
that means...
Jason will stay!
"real?!"
Aras looked at Jason in ecstasy.
When Jason nodded again, Arras took the money from Jason's hand, and then wanted to give Jason a hug.
But Jason got out of the way.
Aras was stunned, and then he stopped paying attention to these side details, but said seriously: "The school system of the fighting gym is month, quarter and year. Jason, which one are you going to start from?"
As the heir of the boxing gym, she considers herself qualified.
As for bounty hunters
That's a part-time job!
Part-time job for survival!
She wouldn't be a bounty hunter if she could make a living out of a fight gym.
At this moment, Aras, who hoped that Jason would stay longer, and that he would learn more skills through a long period of training, looked at Jason expectantly.
She wants Jason to say years.
You must know that without long-term training, it is difficult to see any results in fighting.
It's just that Jason didn't change his original mind because of Arras' hope.
"A month."
Jason answered like this.
His time here is only one month, any more is useless.
Immediately, Arras was full of disappointment, but returned to normal the next moment.
"One month's tuition is..."
"The money is all yours."
"I need to live here, and... to eat."
Jason interrupted Arras' words.
Subconsciously, Aras wanted to say that he would provide board and lodging by himself.
However, inexplicably, she recalled Jason swallowing the energy bar in the afternoon.
Very wisely, Arras swallowed the 'board and lodging' back.
"I'll find you a bedding."
"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."
Aras walked upstairs while talking.
Jason didn't leave, but walked carefully to the window. Instead of being directly exposed to the glass, he turned around and stood in the shadows, looking out the window.
He had just heard a slightly harsh braking sound.
Through the window, Jason saw the familiar black muscle car.
Park across the street from 'Hot Cocoa Street'.
However, no entire group got out of the car.
only one person.
Jason had seen each other in the morning.
"Choose an acquaintance to temporarily ease the relationship?"
"In other words, the 'Refrigerator' organization is not an absolute exterminationist."
"When faced with a powerful existence, they will also choose to compromise."
"if it is like this… "
Thinking of this, Jason had some thoughts after reconfirming that the other party appeared alone.
…
Edmund got out of the car with a dazed look on his face.
Why is he here
He should be off work.
He should be on vacation.
He should be boarding the plane with his ticket now instead of showing up here to meet that dangerous 'masked man'.
'Since you made such an excellent and reasonable suggestion, you are naturally the best person to approach him. '
'Not going? '
'If you don't go, you'll be demoted to D-Class. '
'This is not the first time a mission has been rejected. '
'The amount you refuse is enough to demote you. '
Edmund recalled the conversation with the supervisor just now in his mind, and the daze finally dissipated, and a stern look appeared on his face.
"Anyway, it's death...or defection!"
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 own rights to refuse several missions (it turns out that his refusal was correct, and those missions were all non-returnable), Although this is a C-level right, this right still has a limit on the number of times. If it wasn't for the help of his supervisor, he would have become a D-level person who is not treated like a dog.
Secondly, he has saved his salary for nearly ten years, and he has just paid the down payment to buy a house and a car. If he just gave up like this...he is reluctant.
Although he will need to repay the loan every month for the next twenty-nine years and eleven months, and that kind of life can be said to be dark, but looking at his house and car, he feels a little relieved.
Maybe this is life
pain, and joy.
Thinking of this, Edmund sighed and walked towards the back alley of 'Hot Cocoa Street'.
According to intelligence, the 'masked man' and the female bounty hunter named Arras have returned to the fighting gym that belongs to the female bounty hunter.
Walking to the back alley, Edmond strode forward ignoring the litter.
He has seen worse and worse scenes.
The rubbish in front of me
Really nothing.
Even, to some extent, it is really heaven.
This door is so small!
Glancing at the signboard of the boxing gym, Edmond commented on the door in front of him. After tidying up his coat, he raised his hand and knocked on the door.
Boom, boom, boom!
No one answered.
Boom, boom, boom!
Edmund intensified the tapping.
And this time, someone finally answered.
However, not from behind the door.
but...
behind.
"Who are you looking for?"
When Jason's pretentiously low voice sounded, the blade of the machete was attached to the side of Edmond'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 have no ill intentions."
"I'm here on behalf of 'Asylum'."
Asylum
Is 'refrigerator' the official name
Jason thought, and the hand holding the knife moved slightly.
Immediately, the blade advanced a bit.
Immediately, the skin of Edmond'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.
"Do not kill me."
"I cooperate."
"Excuse me."
After finishing speaking, it seemed that such words were not convincing.
Edmund immediately added: "I still have 29 years and 11 months to pay off the mortgage, please let me go and let me complete the most important mission in my life - to own a house of my own , to build their 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 in tears.
Jason didn't look at Edmond again, his brows were slightly wrinkled, and there was a coldness in his eyes.
Because, at this moment, a rather malicious gaze was staring at him.
at…
Alley mouth.