To be honest, I have never been to such a high-end place in a hotel in my life, so I don’t know the food on that menu. When I opened the plate and saw the black pepper shark steak, grilled squid rings, baked snails, shrimp paste..., I couldn’t help but scolded several times. This hotel was so unintentional.

It’s so expensive and so little to give. Actually, I don’t know that the portions of Western food have always been so small.

Although I ordered it more "adjustable", because I was so hungry, I actually ordered a lot of things, with more than ten dishes. I swallowed it quickly and quickly wiped out all the food, and I still had a lot of food.

When the hotel waiter came to pack the tableware, he brought me another thing, which was a very thick photo album. He gently placed the item on the table and retreated without saying anything.

I was curious after he left, and opened the album. It was filled with photos of various cool beauties, each of which was charming and sexy. Moreover, this album was divided into European, American, and Asian. Not only marked the nationality of these beauties, but also marked the size of the measurements and heights, and different prices. Even the cheapest Japanese girl is as high as 5,000.

I couldn't figure out what these women were doing for for a moment, so I threw the album all over and ignored it again.

I now understand why those people are still energetic after staying in training camp for so long.

Although they can't eat lunch and dinner that the instructor gives for free, they can spend money to buy breakfast and midnight snacks, but the price is ridiculously expensive.

I now know why Xu Fu specially left me a bank card with such a huge amount, and said to me: "You will soon understand that for people in the dark world, money is worthless. As long as you can survive, money is never a problem for people walking in the dark world."

On the second day of training, I was much better than the first day.

When I stood in front of the wall and punched hard, I even had time to observe the movements of others.

As expected by me, almost everyone abandoned their fancy moves and punched them with one punch at a time.

The seven postures taught by middle-aged people, he himself only used a straight left punch, a straight right punch, a straight kick, and a side kick. These four simplest movements, each hit can knock out health points of more than seven points on the training wall. Only occasionally will he use a fierce round kick and a side elbow to burst out greater power.

The middle-aged man's technique has an indescribable sense of fierceness, which seems to contain something that I can't understand, and this kind of thing is also found in the instructor's fist.

To put it another thing, today we have fourteen newcomers in our training camp, one of which is very eye-catching.

The new man had white hair on his head, a rebellious face, and had more than ten holes all over his body, and was covered with metal rings. He was dressed in an extremely non-mainstream manner. Look at this guy's appearance and figure, he must be an authentic Japanese race. His hair color must not be born. With this exaggerated look, he is obviously a very unique guy.

No one cares about this white hair. It seems that no one is qualified to see him. He is very arrogant and doesn't even punch and kick at the wall. He is very leisurely and dazed all morning.

It was lunch time again. I wiped my sweat and looked at the cold walls whose health had fallen to less than 8,000 points. Although I knew I was not qualified to have lunch, I felt a little relieved. Today has improved by at least three times compared to yesterday. Although my strength is still too weak among the group of fierce men in the dark training camp, this change is already very satisfactory.

When the instructor pushed the dining cart, the unruly white hair stood up and glanced at the black bread that looked very badly. He deliberately ejaculated and shouted: "Just give us these things? Even if this kind of food is fed to dogs, he will be disliked. Instructor, should you change me some food?"

The instructor saw this kind of thorny head and said without any expression: "You have not completed the training task, and you have no need to eat bread. Those who have completed the task come to get the food."

Seeing that the instructor ignored him, a sharp splendor suddenly burst out in his eyes, and his tone became extremely cold and said, "I advise you to change the food for Lord Himura, otherwise I can guarantee what will happen next. Lord Himura's temper has always been bad."

The instructor didn't even have the desire to speak, and he didn't even look at him. After distributing black bread to several people who had completed the task, he pushed the food truck and turned around and left.

This kind of ignorance made Baimao very unhappy. He screamed strangely, suddenly jumped into the air, and kicked the instructor hard in the head. This kick was as fast as lightning and as strong as a mountain, and even made me, who was watching, feel the illusion that the instructor's head would be kicked in an instant.

But in the next second, reality tells me that predicting such level battles exceeds the ability of newcomers.

The instructor punched the backhand and hit Baimao's flying kick, which immediately hit him in the air. Baimao's look of aura, which was easily disintegrated by the instructor.

Baimao's reaction was also very fast. He turned a fight in mid-air like acrobatics. When his feet landed on the ground, he stood steadily.

Although the outcome of the last golden retriever foreigner who was killed by an instructor was many times better, Baimao's face was still very ugly and she said gloomy: "You really made me angry. You will soon know how stupid it is to anger Lord Himemura!"

The white hair pulled her hands a very exaggerated posture, then turned into a strong wind, her claws hooked up afterimages, and rushed towards the instructor. The speed and power he showed had exceeded the limits of human beings. At least I have never seen any human beings, including those world champion athletes, which were so fast that they could leave afterimages in human eyes.

The instructor was still not creative, and he even punched him in front. This punch didn't look particularly fast, nor was it as brilliant as the skill of the white hair's claws turning into afterimages. However, it could hit the white hair's claws right and knocked the white hair out eight or nine meters away again.

This time, Baimao could not control her body and was punched by the instructor.

A bald black man with oily and lustered skin was hit by white hair, and the bald black man could not bear the instructor's strength and was knocked into a rolling gourd.

None of the guys in the dark training camp were gentlemen. The black man turned over and stood up. He was very upset by the disaster of the fish in the pond. He shouted angrily: "Get out of here, boy!"
Chapter completed!