Chapter 11 Fat Harry
When Mu Fan noticed that people had started to come in one after another, he stopped his hands and walked away. The backstage of the tester recorded the number and then returned to silence. How much shock the people here brought, he only felt that he could do more.
Well, try again when there is no one else. Mu Fan thought.
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"Okay, we're assembled. We're all here now. Let's share today's venue. Jeff's old rules are No. 2 on the third floor, and No. 7 on the third floor of Kemo..." Mankun appeared on time at the appointed time, and ordered a series of After the name, continue to shout, "In the afternoon, make an appointment for sparring on the 3rd floor on the second floor, you go to Polly; make an appointment on the 6th floor on the second floor, you go to Jimin... Well, make an appointment on the 9th floor on the second floor, Mu Fan, you go. There are four people left Standby at any time, waiting for short notice."
After arranging the training tasks in the afternoon, Mankun glanced at everyone, "Let's start working!"
A group of people walked away according to their respective assignments. Mu Fan remembered that training room No. 9 on the second floor was in the northwest corner, and they could just go up from the steps at the corner of the hall.
The antique decorations on both sides of the corridor are eye-catching after seeing many things in urban machinery and electronics.
Walking to the room marked VIP room No. 9, Mu Fan looked at the metal door with black and blue glints in front of him, and inserted his work card into the identification device on the side.
"Drip, the identification is valid. The training partner—Mu Fan, please enter." A female electronic voice came from the door lock, and the alloy door was retracted from the middle to both sides, and closed again after Mu Fan stepped in.
Sure enough, it's different! Mu Fan looked at the neat and orderly training room, with shiny metallic equipment beside it, divided into functional areas of different plates, and the rest room with rows of clean training clothes and wipes hanging. When they arrived, there were several packages of food that were clearly stacked neatly on the plexiglass table.
This closed training room is actually the same size as the No. 5 training ground on the first floor! Mu Fan was a little surprised.
Seeing the sign of strength training in the first room in the corridor on the right, Mu Fan walked in.
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"Father! I know, okay! Stop nagging, your son is not the one who insists on letting me go to school, can I get into the military academy? It's good to do business with you, you see we all have the same body shape! In the future It is absolutely suitable to take over from your company!"
"What? No discussion? If you don't go, I will cut off my pocket money for a month. My dear father, do you have the heart to watch your son lose weight a month? I have been very good lately, okay? Don't let me go I won’t go racing, if I’m not allowed to go to the casino and say I’ll learn to be bad, I won’t go, so I eat three extra meals a day and play PO Battle.net. The wish must be with me... Hey! Dad!? Dad? Father! I'll go..." A fat man wearing a small gray suit, white shirt, and bow tie, with a slightly immature face, is sitting on the back seat of the suspension car , frowning at Tianxun who was hung up in his hand.
"Uncle Wu, why don't you go to the martial arts gym? Let me get off the bus as you pass by HL Plaza. My friend and I have an appointment to go there today. There will be an event there. If I don't go, it would be dishonest."
"I'm sorry, master, the master ordered me to send you to the martial arts hall, and then I will pick you up in 4 hours." The meticulous man in front of him who was wearing a red waiter's uniform and had gray hair replied, looking forward and speaking very carefully. Obviously speaking to the little fat man behind.
The fat man's little suit was stretched so much that he could only open his arms, and the crumpled corners were sitting under his body at the moment, making it even more pitiful.
"Uncle Wu~" The pity in the voice had already brought a hint of crying.
"I'm sorry young master, you understand the master's temper, please don't embarrass me." Uncle Wu was unmoved and continued to concentrate on driving.
"Oh, well, it's time to call me." The cry in the voice disappeared in the blink of an eye, and then the fat man pulled his face back and began to browse and watch the battle videos on the PO Battle.net forum with Tianxun in his hand.
"Well, fantasy type, reality type? That's definitely fantasy type. Fat brother, I don't want to watch such bloody ones, or my brother's 'lemon balloon' is the most coquettish, let's see what skills they have developed recently, huh Hmph, if you don't work hard, you won't be able to guarantee the leading position in the class." Fatty poked his finger on the 3D image played by Tianxun enthusiastically, and muttered in a low voice.
Harry, the young owner of the Fuwen Consortium on the Luojia Star, no matter how poor the place is, there will be rich people. When the strength is suppressed, the gap between the rich and the poor will only become larger, even though the Fuwen Consortium has not yet entered the top rich circle of the planet. He has advertised himself as a pacifist since he was a child, and then he has naturally grown into a peaceful fat man. He smiles cheerfully just like his father, and is more suitable for the daily necessities style of the Fuwen Foundation, kind! The price is close to the people! From cosmetics and skin care products to stationery, the brand is not of the highest grade, but the huge sales have also made the Harry family's wealth rise rapidly.
"Well, this trick is cool. Let me see what it's called, Lotus Fall? The name is too common, not domineering at all, at least it's called a big dark sky five-petal lotus fall or something so cool and exciting, but The move is really good." The fat man couldn't help but be attracted by the picture when he saw a video of a platinum 5-star fantasy master. A red and white mecha flashed from the ground to the air in an instant, and then four phantoms suddenly appeared, and then the five mechas combined As soon as it hugged another mecha and fell from the sky, the ground was full of flames, and it was bombarded to form a deep radial pit. Fatty's saliva almost flowed out when he saw this picture. He has no resistance to this kind of dazzling skills. A major feature of the fantasy department is all kinds of actions that can only be made by non-human beings.
"Let me take a look at this setting. The fantasy system transforms the RG-II injector x5. The cockpit needs to reduce the level of human simulation by at least 30%. The driver's weight is 9 times the gravity, um, 9 times. It will definitely hurt. The degree of simulation Let me reduce it by 40%, although it can’t be used for pk, but at least it’s handsome!! Then the body engine is replaced with the ninth generation, this can be, the 7888 star coin gift bag can have a chance to open the ninth generation engine fragments, I will buy a few more later... ...a two-thirds chance, 7888 multiplied by at least 15..Ah! This month's pocket money will be gone again, ahhhhhh!" The fat man counted his fingers, as if it was going to be a tragedy, and suddenly went crazy! !
"Master, the martial arts hall is here, please get ready to get off."
Stopping at extreme speed, the hover car stopped steadily at Xingluo Budokan. The body is all black and surrounded by red, and the large retro U-shaped air intake grille has a visual impact. Seeing this luxury car, the Wuguan didn't know that it was a distinguished guest. When the fat man reluctantly put away the Tianxun and got off the car, the four strong men in black suits at the entrance of the Wuguan had already divided into two rows to welcome them.
"Master, the martial arts school has made arrangements for you. When the time comes, someone will notify you. I'll wait for you to come out here." Wu Boli bowed aside and said.
"Ang En..." Looking at Uncle Wu who was standing aside with his head down, the fat man with a listless face replied in a long nasal tone, and he had already given up the little idea of sneaking away.
"Hello, Master Harry, the appointment for you is the VIP training room No. 9 on the second floor, please follow me." A curvaceous waitress in a short skirt wrapped around her hips came from the side and reminded softly.
"Well, let's lead the way." After casually agreeing, the fat man stared at the buttocks in front of him rhythmically shaking from side to side, and walked into the martial arts hall.
At this time, in the strength training room of VIP Room 9, Mu Fan's veins were bulging, and he was holding a long-handled strength training hammer in one direction and swinging it up and down, sweating profusely. A weight-bearing hammer with a thickness of more than one meter...
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