Volume 8: Stones and Skyscratch] Chapter 3: Practice—

Under the grounds of a casino, in a dimly lit hut.

The gambling snake was handcuffed to a stool, and a man wearing a black vest and a body-like fitness coach was waving his fists and hitting the gambling snake's face and abdomen.

Every time you punch three or five times, the thug will stop, shake your hands, and adjust the gauze wrapped around your hands.

And taking advantage of this moment, a strong man in the suit who was in charge of asking questions would grab the hair of a gambling snake and repeatedly ask the same question: "Say, how did you do it? How did you make a thousand?"

The eyebrow bones, nose, and gums were all bleeding, and the suits and shirts of the snake were covered with blood. But his eyes and expression still showed coldness and calmness.

The interrogation has lasted for more than an hour. Two men in suits and the thug walked away and whispered: "Damn it, don't say a word, is he a mute?"

"Definitely not."

"Then his bones are as hard as his mouth. We can't make too much trouble. What should we do?"

"Or else I'll send him to the police station. I think his ID is probably fake."

"No... this person... I think this is worse than this, and ask Mr. Darwin to come and take a look."

"Do you need to alarm him?"

"Yes, I'll call myself, you guys are watching this guy."

They thought they were far away and their voices were low, so the other party could not hear them. In fact, every word in the conversation was clearly heard by the gambling snake. Although his expression had not changed, he knew in his heart that the purpose had been basically achieved.

In less than ten minutes, the man in his suit who left came back. Behind him was a man in his forties. He looked ordinary and dressed just ordinary. In all aspects, he was a type of person who was thrown into the crowd and would not be noticed at all.

But the moment the gambling snake came into contact with him, he knew that the man's hands might not have less blood than his.

"You all go out." Darwin only glanced at the gambling snake and came to a conclusion. It was useless for these three subordinates to stay here. If they really started, they were just a burden.

After the three of them walked out of the house, Darwin slowly walked to the gambling snake: "I shouldn't need me to uncuff your handcuffs, right?"

The handcuffs behind the gambling snake fell to the ground, and his hands were placed back in front of him smoothly, not as if he had just been beaten. "Your casino hospitality is quite rude."

"I'm sorry if you feel unhappy." Darwin said: "I don't know your surname..."

"Your name is Darwin, right?" The gambling snake interrupted the other party impolitely.

"Why, did we know each other before?"

"You can tell your superior that the 'Snake Gambling' wants to meet the person in charge here in Macau and ask him to arrange a time as soon as possible. If your superior has insufficient authority, then let him find his superior again. There will always be someone in the senior management who knows my name." After saying that, Gambling's words, he stood up and wanted to leave.

"Wait," Darwin said, "Even if I do what you, a person from an unknown origin, then where should I find you?"

"I'll come to you again."

"Hmph... Do you want to leave just by signing up? If it's HL's spy who is setting me a trap..."

Darwin choked back the second half of his sentence, and a manicure file pressed against his throat. The gambling snake appeared behind him in an instant: "Have your tutor taught you that no matter where you go, even if you are naked, you must at least have a weapon that can kill within five meters."

Darwin's neck didn't dare to turn half a centimeter. He widened his eyes and said in surprise: Could this person be a senior assassin at the tutor level?

"I understand, I will help you convey it to the top."

After Darwin replied, the file disappeared from his neck, and the gambling snake took a silent step back like a ghost, and then merged with the darkness.

There was no sound of opening and closing the door, no footsteps, and even breathing could only be heard by Darwin himself.

After standing like this for a whole minute, Darwin dared to turn around, and at this time, he was the only one left in the room.

Perhaps in terms of ability level, he is not lower than a gambling snake, but at that moment, Darwin's heartbeat was almost stopped. He felt that his life was in the hands of others and could be crushed. This short fight was like a cloak of death gently stroked his throat. As an assassin, his level was too far apart.

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Subspace, virtual plain.

The Blood Owl and Shen Key turned into two phantoms, colliding in an interlaced manner, and the impact force burst out when the fists and feet intersected triggered a series of dull sounds in the air.

"Hey, will it affect us if we continue to fight like this?" Zuo Dao squatted in the distance, looking at Yan Kong.

"Hehe...so you squat but not sit?" Yan Kong smiled.

Zuo Dao replied, "What are you doing? I don't think the ground is dirty?"

"They didn't do their best. The Blood Owl can get very little 'evil' here, and the Divine Key also has no ability. They just use their energy to fight and train and strengthen simple combat skills, rather than fighting skills." Yan Kong said: "They seem to be very fast and strong in action, but in fact they are easy to move, freely and will not hurt here by accident."

"So...what do you want me to see?" Zuo Dao asked.

"Of course I've let you learn, this is what your boss means." Yan Kong replied: "It is his minimum requirement to upgrade you to the strong level within one year."

Zuo Dao heard the strangeness from this sentence: "What do you want to do? Will you be able to send me out to fight, kill, and kill in the future?"

Yan Kong smiled and said, "As the saying goes, if you don't have enough skills, will anyone think you are too strong?" His eyes returned to the fight between Blood Owl and Shen Key: "When I was at your age, my mind was full of how to climb to a higher level. The desire for strength is as urgent as the desire to breathe, so that I can reach the level of madness. But you have witnessed those who are much stronger than you, but have no competitive spirit at all, which is not very good.

As a man, even if he doesn’t have anything to protect, he should work hard to become stronger just to protect himself.”

Zuo Dao replied: "It sounds reasonable to say that. According to the degree of our boss's random actions, we may encounter many monster-like guys in the future. If I have strong strength, at least the chance of survival can be increased."

"Hahaha... your talent is good, but you are too impatient." Yan Kong turned the topic back: "Look clearly. The two people you are seeing are masters who use combat skills to the limit. Every move of their actions is meaningful, and every moment of reaction reflects excellent practical experience. You must write it down as much as possible and think carefully..."
Chapter completed!