By the time Jason and Arras returned to Ang Thanh on foot, it was just a few minutes of evening.

The two of them walked through the streets, dodging various probes and patrols, and by the time they came to what Anas called the 'fight gym', it was completely dark.

"This is it!"

Arras pointed to a small doorway in the alley.

It's about three blocks straight from the downtown TV station in Nung Tseong, and there's another street next to it, 'Coco Street' — and as he goes, Jason gets a glimpse of the surrounding streets by comparing the maps he has in his mind with the street signs.

Compared with the lively 'Coco Street' before, the 'Hot Coco Street' is much more deserted, not to mention the back street.

There is garbage all over the ground, and if it weren't for Arras's confirmation, Jason would have thought it was a garbage dump.

"This was originally a fight gym run by my grandfather and mother."

"But I don't know how to take care of it, so gradually no one comes."

"I've done my best to teach them every time, but why are they all gone after only one visit?"

Arras said angrily.

Bear down?

Ordinary people, I'm afraid they will be killed by you with one punch, right?

Even if you are a trained person, if you punch you, I'm afraid you will have to rest on the couch, right?

Jason glanced at Arras's tall and strong body and immediately found the main reason.

He didn't explain much, though.

Not only because he didn't know what to say, but also because he was attracted to the 'Fight Gym' sign.

'JJ Fight Gym'

Under this huge font, there is a small line: As a true fighter, even if you know that you will lose, you must have the courage to accept the challenge!

"Fighter?"

Jason muttered to himself.

"It was written by my grandfather, and at first he wanted to write 'gentleman', but then his mother changed it to a fighter."

"My grandfather always said he was a nobleman — the kind he claimed to be, but my mother never believed him."

Arras explained, pushing open the small door in front of him.

That's right, just push away.

The door in front of me was unlocked.

Instead, he used a heavy object to block behind the door.

As Arras pushed, the grinding sound of 'squeak, squeak' kept sounding.

"The door lock was broken, so I used a 500Kg barbell to block the door."

As he spoke, Arras bent down and walked into the fight gym.

Jason followed behind, and at a glance he saw the huge barbell plates that had been translated, one 25Kg, 20 stacked in two stacks, just 500Kg.

Then, Jason looked up at the fight gym in front of him.

It's much bigger and cleaner than expected.

Moreover, the facilities are also very complete, including sandbags and rubber figures for target shooting, dumbbells, barbells, squat racks, bench press racks for strength training, and in the middle of the fight gym are two rings.

One is one meter high, about 6 square meters, with three steps to go up, four ropes entangled, and a thick felt on the surface of the ring, which is similar to the standard ring in Jason's impression.

The other was a cement rammed ring, twice as large as the previous one, but with no ropes, no steps, and no felt.

There are several windows on the wall facing the two rings.

"That's a practice ring and a real fight."

"I usually go in and out from there."

Arras said, pointing to the window.

"Hmm."

"How much did you get paid for your previous assignments?"

Jason asked, nodding.

“20000。”

Arras subconsciously reported the exact number.

"Here you go."

"It's your compensation."

Jason took out the 20,000 old bill from his backpack and handed it to Arras.

That Thomas is dead, so naturally he can't be paid, and Jason, who thinks he has messed up the Arras mission, will naturally make amends.

However, Arras shook his head repeatedly.

"I can't ask for it."

"If it weren't for you, Jason, I'd just been dead!"

Arras said firmly.

That determined look was not only on his face, but also in his eyes, and Jason looked at the persistence in the other party's good-looking apricot eyes.

Immediately, he nodded.

"Really?"

"Let's think of it as tuition."

Jason said.

"Tuition?"

Arras blinked, a little unresponsive.

"Your family runs a fight gym, right?"

"I want to learn more about martial arts."

"You have to pay tuition, right?"

Jason had a serious look on his face.

And in the bottom of my heart?

Jason, on the other hand, listened intently.

There was so much commotion in the afternoon that Jason was confident that the 'Refrigerator' organization would soon be able to find him.

After all, in a hurry, he left too many clues.

Not to mention the previous witnesses, the driver of the truck alone will definitely tell everything.

Want to trust an arms dealer's tight-lipped promise?

It would be better to believe that white sugar is salty.

It is the nature of businessmen to seek profits.

And merchants within certain grey channels?

There is more cunning, cunning and ruthlessness that ordinary businessmen do not have.

But Jason didn't mind.

Because, that's what he wants to see.

He wanted the Refrigerator organization to know about that.

Then, judging some things by the attitude of the 'refrigerator' organization.

These things include, but are not limited to, those weird and ...... Official attitude.

The 'Refrigerator' organization is official, and Jason has confirmed it since the other party has shown extraordinary reaction speed.

Naturally, it is unknown until the judgment is confirmed.

And Jason doesn't want to implicate Arras, who fights with him and is willing to fight for him at critical moments.

So, he chose to stay.

Of course, what he just said was not entirely an excuse.

In some ways, Jason really thinks so.

When facing the 'mansion' before, Jason once again felt his weakness.

And as a core skill, [Defend against Evil] is still lacking the excitement of 4 points of food, and if you want to improve, it is far away.

Another core skill of the same kind [Prus. Griffin Forging is limited by [Protecting Against Evil], and it cannot be improved in the short term.

Therefore, Jason, who wanted to increase his strength, could only look at other skills and secret techniques.

But with the premise of 'not consuming the excitement of eating', Jason has almost no choice.

He had already improved his remaining skills and secret techniques to the point where he needed the excitement of eating.

Therefore, he naturally thought of the way of self-cultivation.

For him, who is gifted in cultivating body forging techniques, Jason believes that his cultivation skills and secret techniques should not be too bad.

Before, he just didn't have time, but now that he has a certain amount of time, he naturally won't waste it.

Not to mention......

And with a sparring partner like Arras!

In the battle just now, Arras has already shown extremely strong hand-to-hand combat ability.

In particular, the refreshing and heroic way of striking made Jason even more excited.

Of course, if time permits, he will also strengthen his swordsmanship.

For swordsmanship, Jason still has a lot of confidence.

Since he was able to possess a secret technique like the [Sword of Dawn], it was enough to prove that he had a talent for swordsmanship, and there was only one possibility for all the discomforts before: the wrong way to learn!

Well, it must be the wrong way to learn, it's not that I'm not talented!

Jason stood firm in his beliefs.

Arras didn't know any of this.

All she heard was Jason learning how to fight.

That represents......

Jason will stay!

"Really?!"

Arras looked at Jason ecstatically.

When Jason nodded again, Arras took the money from Jason's hand, and then wanted to give Jason a hug.

But Jason dodged it.

Arras was stunned, and then didn't pay attention to these side matters, but said very seriously: "The school system of the fight gym is month, quarter and year, Jason, which one are you going to start with." ”

As the heir to the fight gym, she considers herself qualified.

As for bounty hunters?

That's part-time!

A part-time job to survive!

If she could make a living in a fight gym, she wouldn't be a bounty hunter.

And at this moment, Arras, who not only hopes that Jason will stay longer, but also hopes that Jason will learn more skills through a long time of training, looks at Jason expectantly.

She wanted Jason to say the year.

You must know that without long-term training, it is difficult to see any results in fighting.

But Jason didn't change his initial mind because of Arras's hope.

"A month."

Jason replied.

He's only been here for a month, and any more is useless.

Immediately, Arras was full of disappointment, but the next moment he returned to normal.

"One month's tuition is ......"

"All that money is yours."

"I need to stay here and ...... Dine. ”

Jason interrupted Arras.

Arras subconsciously wanted to say that he would cover room and board.

It's just that she inexplicably recalled in her mind the appearance of Jason devouring an energy bar in the afternoon.

Wisely, Arras swallowed the 'room and board' back.

"I'll find you a futon."

"There are a lot of rooms upstairs, you can pick and choose."

"The bathroom is on the ground floor."

"You can use it on the second floor too."

Arras said as he walked upstairs.

Jason did not leave, but cautiously walked to the window, not directly exposed to the glass, but leaned over and stood in the shadows and looked out of the window.

He had just heard a slightly screeching sound of brakes.

Through the window, Jason saw the familiar black muscle car.

Stop on the opposite side of the main street of 'Hot Coco Street'.

However, no one in the whole group got out of the car.

There is only one person.

Jason had seen each other in the morning.

"Acquaintances were chosen to ease relations temporarily?"

"In other words, the 'refrigerator' organization is not an absolute extermination."

"In the face of a powerful being, it will also choose to compromise."

"If that's the case......"

Jason thought of this, and after reconfirming that the other party appeared alone, he immediately had some thoughts.

……

Ettemon stepped out of the car, still with a look of confusion on his face.

Why is he here?

He's supposed to be off work.

He should be on vacation.

He should have boarded the plane now with his ticket, instead of showing up here to contact that dangerous 'masked man'.

Since you have made such a good and reasonable suggestion, you are naturally the best person to approach him. ’

'Not going? ’

'If you don't go, you'll be demoted to D-class. ’

This isn't the first time we've turned down a mission. ’

The number of your refusals is enough to make you demoted. ’

Aitdermon recalled the conversation he had just had with the Director, and the confusion finally cleared, and a hideous look appeared on his face.

"Horizontal and vertical are dead...... Defect or defect! ”

As soon as such a thought appeared, it immediately dissipated without a trace.

First, what the supervisor said was the truth, as a senior C-class, he used his rights to refuse several missions (it turned out that his refusal was right, those several tasks, all of them had to go and never return), although this is a C-level right, but this right still has a limit on the number of times, if it weren't for the help of his supervisor, he would have become a D-class personnel who was not treated as a dog a long time ago.

Second, he has accumulated a salary of almost ten years, and he has just made a down payment to buy a house and a car, so he will give it up...... He was reluctant.

Although he will need to repay the loan every month for the next 29 years and 11 months, that kind of day can be called dark, but looking at his house and car, he is a little relieved.

Maybe that's life, right?

Painful and happy.

Thinking of this, Aitdermon sighed and walked towards the back alley of 'Hot Coco Street'.

According to the information, the 'Masked Man' and a female bounty hunter named Arras have returned to the fight hall located here, which belongs to the female bounty hunters.

Walking down the back alley, Aitdermon strode forward, ignoring the garbage on the floor.

He'd seen even worse and worse scenes.

The garbage in front of you?

It's really nothing.

Even, in a way, it's really heaven.

This one is so small!

Glancing at the fight gym sign, Ettemon assessed the door in front of him, and after he straightened his coat, he raised his hand and knocked on the door.

Knock, knock!

No one answered.

Knock, knock!

Aitdemund intensified the tapping.

And this time, someone finally answered.

Not from behind the door, though.

But......

Behind.

"Who are you looking for?"

Jason's pretended muffled voice rang out, and the blade of the broadbladed machete pressed against the side of Ett Dammond's neck.

As the cold blade pressed against his neck, Ettemon raised his hands in the air.

Then, speaking very quickly and clearly, he said:

"I'm looking for Mr. Jason."

"I have no ill will."

"I'm here on behalf of the 'asylum.'"

Hospice?

Is there an official name for 'refrigerator'?

Jason thought, the hand holding the knife moved slightly.

Suddenly, the blade advanced a little.

Immediately, the epidermis of Aitdemon's neck was cut.

At the moment when the epidermis of his neck was cut, this senior C-class personnel immediately took advantage of his experience, and his knees weakened and he fell directly to the ground.

"Don't kill me."

"I cooperate."

"Excuse me."

After speaking, it seems that such words are not convincing.

Aitdemont immediately added: "I still have 29 years and 11 months of mortgage to pay, please let me go and let me fulfill the most important mission of my life - to own a house of my own and build a home of my own." ”

"As long as you're willing to let me go, I'll tell you everything you want."

"Do you think you need eyes and ears?"

"I used to be a secret service officer, and I'm good at gathering intelligence."

Aitdemon, who was kneeling, said with tears in his eyes.

Jason didn't look at Aitdermon again, his brow furrowed slightly, and a coldness in his eyes turned up.

Because, at this moment, a rather malicious gaze was watching him.

It's ......

Alley mouth.