The next morning, Ian arrived at the underground warehouse early and called William, asking him to bring someone over quickly. However, William hesitated on the other end of the phone.

"Don't talk to me so much. Come here in ten minutes." Ian felt a little unhappy. Although he is the boss of the Death Society, to be honest, everyone is just here for money. There are probably no people who really admire him.

Several people, especially after he was beaten, according to Ian's opinion, even Willis was more grateful to him. In addition, William's words yesterday made his heart uneasy.

If one day, one of his subordinates plans to kill him, will he have to wait for death? In the past, he used money to maintain his subordinates to make them not want to deal with him. But now, Ian still wants them not to dare to deal with him.

After a while, William appeared with three people, but what was surprising was that William was holding a cane, his arm was bandaged, and his face was bruised and bruised.

"William, what's going on with you? Why are you like this after not seeing me all night?" Ian asked quickly.

"Nothing, nothing, I accidentally fell down last night," William said.

"Did you fall?" Ian looked at his injuries in confusion. His arms and legs could be said to have been injured, but his face could also be injured like that. However, seeing that he didn't want to say anything, Ian didn't bother to ask him.

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"Bring those things down to him." William said to one of his men.

The man left for a while and soon came back with three or four big bags. He walked straight to Muto and put the things down.

"Haha, thank you very much, William." Muto smiled happily when he saw so many snacks.

Ian was even more surprised, and William refused to say anything, so he asked Muto: "What is going on between you two? If you don't tell me clearly, get out of here."

Muto then said with a slight smile: "Last night, William came to me again, planning to take revenge on me, so I made a bet with him. I won all these things. His injuries...we

We agreed not to hold each other accountable."

After Muto finished speaking, he slumped down on the sofa with his snacks in his arms.

Ian immediately understood that William must still remember what happened yesterday, so he came to seek revenge last night, but he just got himself involved.

"William... you should go back to rest first and recover from your injuries before we talk." Then Ian looked at Muto's proud look and said: "Next time you seek revenge, bring a few more people with you. If

If you are alone, you must be armed and don't be overconfident."

"Yes, Mr. Ian." William nodded awkwardly, but before leaving, he came to Ian again and whispered: "Mr. Ian, you have to be careful about this Muto, we had a total of six people here last night

, and he brought guys with him, but he defeated us all by himself."

"Is there such a thing?" Ian was shocked. He didn't expect that this fat man actually had the ability he said.

Shortly after William left, Ian asked the three people who were training with him to come over and said to them: "William has told you, so I won't go on. You come one by one, don't hold back."

The three people looked at each other and confirmed again: "Boss, is this really a fight?"

"Nonsense, otherwise why would I ask you to do this? If you don't practice with me, will you be proud of me next time I get beaten up on the street?" Ian said angrily.

The three people had no choice but to discuss and let one of the guys who looked a little thinner come first.

"Pah!" There was a soft sound, and the guy patted Ian's shoulder lightly. Seeing Ian frowning and looking unhappy, the man gritted his teeth, became worried, and raised his feet.

Kicked him over.

Ian instinctively stepped back and bent his waist. The man immediately stepped forward and grabbed Ian's neck.

"Boss, you just closed your eyes again." The subordinate said as he loosened his hand.

"Well, I know, yes, you can get the money over there yourself." Ian said casually, and then stood there thinking about the scene just now.

On the other side, the man who took the money hesitated and whispered to the other two people: "This is too simple. If it is like this, I can take away tens of thousands of dollars in one day."

"This is not good. What if the boss regrets it later and goes back to ask William to deal with us?"

"How about this, let's take less, just a hundred dollars at a time, so that even if the boss goes back on his word, we can still plead for mercy."

After the three people discussed it, the first person to fight with Ian only got one hundred dollars.

Then the other two people took turns, and soon they both made a hundred dollars.

Ian was still thinking about what he had just done, but Muto on the side suddenly said: "You shouldn't give them that money, they are just coping."

Ian and the other three people were stunned. Ian looked at Muto, who said: "I thought you were renting this warehouse for what purpose. It turned out that you wanted to train your actual combat ability. Find these people to learn from the most basic fighting skills."

Start practicing, the method is good, but you are their boss, they don’t dare to do anything with you."

Ian looked at the three people and saw that they were silent. Thinking that Muto was right, Ian asked: "Do you have a better way?"

Muto suddenly smiled strangely, then patted his thick fat and said: "I, I told you yesterday, I originally planned to use my excellent fighting ability to make money, but now I have fallen to this point. Everyone is worried that...

Injure someone, hehe, I don’t think you’re afraid of injuring someone, right, haha, just give me the money and I’ll teach you how to fight, which will be countless times faster than if you find someone to practice like this.”

Ian looked at Muto's excitement as he danced, and thought to himself, he really forgot about him, first he broke his own bones due to the collision, and now Ian is like this, maybe it can really work.

Ian said: "How much do you want?"

When Muto saw this, he jumped up from the sofa. Ian and the others were immediately shocked. It was amazing that such a fat person could jump so neatly.

Muto cleared his throat and said: "Since you really want to learn, I will teach you, but I have conditions."

"What conditions, you said, money is not an issue."

"Money is only one aspect. Originally, you didn't need much, but now you are the only student, so I am your personal trainer. The cost of a personal trainer is naturally more expensive, 10,000 US dollars a month."

"Ten thousand dollars! Why don't you go grab it, you fat man?" one of the men immediately exclaimed.

"Shut up." Ian scolded.

Muto continued: "Just the first condition, the second condition is that if you are injured during training, you will bear the medical expenses yourself, and during your injury, even if you are not training, you have to pay my expenses

.”

Ian thought about it and nodded in agreement.

"The third condition is that during the teaching period, you cannot let your hands disturb you, and you must teach in a closed manner."

Ian looked at the three men, then at Muto, and thought to himself, if he wants to hurt me, these three men are not enough.

Then Ian agreed to these three almost harsh conditions.

Then, Muto immediately asked Ian's three men to leave and locked the warehouse door.

"Tell me how you want to train." Ian said firmly.

But Muto smiled strangely again and said: "Well, if you want to learn to fight, you must first learn to be beaten. Have you heard of this?"

"Well, I know this."

"Bang...dong...pah..." Before Ian could react, Muto kicked him in the stomach. He was kicked straight up and hit the wall behind him. He immediately started to vomit.

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But before he could stand up, he was hit hard on the back of the head again, his vision went dark, and he lost consciousness.

"It's really easy, hehe... today's work is done." Muto shook his head slightly and smiled.
Chapter completed!