The early morning sunshine was accompanied by the sobering cold air, and Wu Zairong, who got up early, began to do a day's morning exercises.

With more leisure, he can choose jogging as a warm-up, instead of doing only a few simple sets of movements like before.

The mileage on the treadmill is constantly rising, and the body is gradually waking up and rejuvenated.

If you just work out with the goal of managing your body, that kind of exercise is not happy. Think of it this way, every drop of sweat you put in can make you more perfect. It sounds like chicken soup for the soul that doesn't have much to do, but that's really the reason why Oh Jae-young is able to keep working out every day.

Every time the heart relaxes and contracts, it is pregnant with more powerful force. More and more reliable lung capacity, maintaining a smooth rhythm.

Sport is something that really has the magic to make people fascinated.

Ding-dong, ding-dong.

Raising an eyebrow, he looked at the time on the treadmill. Seven to eleven o'clock, at this point in time, who will be the person who came to the apartment to find him?

Press the button and gradually slow down until it stops.

I don't know, who will it be?

I guess it's not a new assistant, otherwise I would have called in advance.

Ding-dong, ding-dong. A series of doorbell rings proved that he was not hallucinating.

"Here, wait a minute." Walking to the door, through the CCTV monitoring screen, Wu Zairong saw the appearance of the comer.

A middle-aged man in his early fifties, dressed in a suit and leather shoes, shiny leather shoes, and his hair obediently fit on his scalp, looking like a dog.

He didn't know this man. But

The guy standing in the back was covered in bandages and had a plaster cast on his right hand, he knew. If his memory is not wrong, and he is not lame, the guy who lowered his eyebrows and wanted to lower his head to the ground was the second middle school young man who was shouting in the nightclub that day.

The door was not opened. Just through the microphone, "Hello? Anyway, Wu Zairong felt that it would be better for him to find out the other party's intentions first.

If the other party comes with bad intentions, in order to wash away the "shame" of the day. He couldn't be stupid and welcome the wolf into his home.

But he wasn't grandiose either. Even if you come to seek revenge, it is impossible to bring a controlled firearm and directly break down the specially thickened door.

"Hello." Although he didn't bow, Wu Zairong could still hear the respectfulness of the other party's tone, after all, it was rare for someone in his fifties to use honorifics to someone in his twenties.

After thinking about it, Wu Zairong, who saw that the other party had no obvious malice and was confident enough in his skills, opened the door. Staring at the two people clubbed outside the door, his right leg stepped back, and his left side faced the person, "Is there something wrong?" Whether it's the action, or the eyes, or the tone, it's all explaining, [What do you want to do, I don't trust you. 】

The man in the suit reversed his sincerity just now, and the whole person became extremely gloomy and serious, "Kneel!" ”

“？”

What's the situation?

Tell me to kneel?

The second monk Wu Zairong was confused, and the painting style changed too quickly, which already frightened the baby.

Just now, he was respectfully saying honorifics, but now he is aggressively asking to kneel down by himself.

frowned, very unhappy in his heart, but he held back his patience and looked behind the two of them.

Nothing.

Yes. Nothing.

He also thought that in this battle, there were at least 500 axe men in ambush behind him. At the worst, I have to take a check and wave it, exuding the kind of tyrant atmosphere that I can stone you to death with just money.

What are you singing with such a bluff?

"Get on your knees!!" This time, the voice was more rapid and harsh, and Wu Zairong could even clearly see the wrinkles on the middle-aged man's face that seemed to be glued with 502 glue.

Poof, pushing the mountain of gold like a jade pillar, the sound of knees touching the floor echoed in the corridor.

Kneeled.

This, Wu Zairong touched his nose and looked at the second-year young man who suddenly knelt down in front of him and almost wiped his snot and tears on his trouser leg.

What's going on with this?

PS (Every time I see this number of subscriptions, the second middle school completely loses the motivation to update, it's miserable...... (To be continued.) )