"Master, are you leaving?" At the door, Fias put her hand on the wooden doorknob and looked at Gong Bing and said.

"I'm sorry, little girl" Gong Bing said apologetically, originally made an appointment with Fias yesterday and wanted to teach her a new set of boxing techniques today, but after learning of the death of the wild wolf, Gong Bing, who was a little urgent in his heart, could only put this matter down for the time being.

Originally, it was said that the set of boxing techniques that she was going to teach her was not so much a boxing method, but a set of methods that have the ability to regulate body coordination and increase strength, because this set of boxing methods was not created for the enemy, so it has no power.

In fact, compared with this set of boxing techniques, the gas condensation pile is much more useful.

The condensation pile can not only improve the degree of control of the body, but also steadily and comprehensively enhance physical fitness, such as strength, agility and physical strength, etc., and after the method of cutting down the practice, it also has multiple ladder versions, suitable for people of different ages, very suitable for Fias who is still young and has not yet fully developed her body.

However, the Qi Condensation Pile is Luo Wu's unique exercise, and before the consent of the curator Luo Dakai, even if Gong Bing is an inner disciple, he cannot teach it to the outside world privately.

He hasn't returned to the martial arts hall for the past few days, so Gong Bing hasn't had time to report to the curator and get the other party's consent.

However, with his own understanding of the curator, if he opened his mouth, he would presumably the curator would not refuse, after all, in other places, with his current strength at the high level, he would have already been qualified to accept apprentices.

What's more, in the secret martial arts world, there are many sect masters whose strength is only at the high level of the human rank, and they are not as powerful as Gong Bing, and many of them are even far inferior to him.

At this time, only Fias was left in the room, and Miranda had hurried away again before Gong Bing had said goodbye, just as she had done when she had hurried back at noon.

Ever since she had eaten a meal cooked by Fias, Miranda hadn't been out to feed herself, as she had become a big fan of Fias.

Even though the morning and afternoon work hours were relatively tight and there was not much time left for lunch break, Miranda rushed home to eat the meal made by Fias.

In the past, when I lived with Granny Anne, Granny Anne was responsible for the meals, and Fias only had the opportunity to cook by herself. At this time, Fias was naturally very happy to see someone who liked his own food so much, and he was even more happy to do it afterwards.

Now, in addition to practicing martial arts and exercising every day, Fias spends the rest of her time thinking about new dishes.

Compared with the slow progress of martial arts, Fias's cooking skills are now rising at the speed of the naked eye.

Therefore, Gong Bing often used this to make fun of Fias, saying that she was more suitable to be a chef than a martial artist, and it was obvious that Fias was more talented in cooking, and Miranda also thought so.

"Then it's good for me to be a martial artist who can cook, it's not a contradiction." To this, Fias replied.

After telling the other party not to practice excessively and say goodbye to Fias, who seemed reluctant, Gong Bing went downstairs and left.

The wolf's death let Gong Bing know that while the other party was desperate to get something back, he didn't want too many people to know, so he would definitely not stop after sending someone to burglary failed.

Gong Bing didn't know what the other party would do next, but no matter what, he would definitely not be so gentle anymore.

Although nothing has happened in the past few days, Gong Bing will not be so naïve as to feel that the other party has given up.

For the time being, there is no action, which can only prove that the other party is brewing something.

Because the sea on the eve of a storm is always calm.

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In Green Town, the bar street is just as lively on weekdays and nights, but as we approach the end of the year, there are more and more people who want to relax and have fun.

Tonight is no exception, it's not even 9 p.m., and the bar street has become crowded and lively.

In the bar street, various neon lights are lined up side by side, and the colorful light shifts in the air and on the ground, making people's expressions blurry. Countless smells of alcohol, smoke and perfume mingled to create an inexplicable atmosphere that seemed to make even the air inviting.

Bart, whose eyes wandered, passed by the crowd and walked alone in the streets, sometimes a woman with heavy makeup laughed at him, and sometimes a man was abused by a casual collision, but Bart didn't care, still going back and forth in the crowd.

Seventeen-year-old Bart is a sophomore at the Green Town Rohrondo High School, of medium stature and average appearance, the only thing that catches his eye is a small scar on the corner of his left eye, which he left when he was in elementary school and got into a fight.

Bart is not a quiet person, and he likes to run around more than sit in a classroom and study quietly, and he often hangs out between bars and game halls, and hangs out with gangsters near the school.

So, Barth's academic performance is naturally not very good, but he himself doesn't care much.

At this time, Bart seemed to be wandering the bar street as usual, just looking around as he walked, looking for something.

Perhaps as luck would have it, he finally found his target in the crowd before he became anxious.

Then, his breathing became rapid, and his heart beat several beats faster, but when he thought of his cousin who was being held hostage, Bart immediately suppressed the anxiety and fear in his heart.