"Drop, the recognition is effective, junior VIP - Your Excellency Harry, please enter" The familiar electronic female voice came, Mu Fan's movements with keen hearing stopped, and the power hammer that was doing the chopping action stopped steadily at five centimeters on the load-bearing platform, and the heavy mass brought the oppressive air flow to spread out in a waveform.

"What, fat brother, I'm a junior VIP? What are you kidding, I'm going to send a message to Uncle Wu! The fat man who had already raised one foot was angry for no reason when he heard this electronic sound, what are you kidding, fat brother, am I a person with status, okay, as a god of silver 1 star in the field of PO Battle Network fantasy, as a self-proclaimed fashion pioneer in the class of the aristocratic academy, how come you only have this kind of treatment when you come to the martial arts hall for the first time.

"I'm sorry sir, because you didn't mention your identity when you made a reservation, and you didn't show your membership card of this martial arts hall, you can only book a junior VIP training room at the most, and I apologize for the inconvenience, please understand." The waitress who had just finished swiping the alloy door identity card on the side hurriedly bowed and apologized when she heard it.

Seeing such a friendly attitude of the pleasing waitress in front of him, the pacifist fat kindness flared up again, as if he shouldn't have yelled at the beauty, "Forget it, I'll make up a high-level VIP when I go back, what do you need will let my housekeeper contact you." ”

I'm so kind, the fat man thought to himself and stepped through the door of the training room.

……

In the No. 9 VIP training room on the second floor, two people are staring at each other with big eyes at the moment.

Mu Fan had just come out of the strength training room, the broken hair on his forehead was clinging to his skin under the action of sweat, and although he was standing there, his eyes were staring at the fat man in front of him like a leopard.

The fat man's face was expressionless, his eyelids didn't move, and he still maintained an action in his hand to put Tianxun on the wooden frame on the side. Just kidding, as soon as I came in, I saw this kid standing there like a ghost staring at him, people are scary, people will die, okay.

"Who are you?" In the end, the fat man couldn't stand this atmosphere and opened his mouth in advance. As he spoke, the atmosphere in the room seemed to be tense and calmed down instantly.

"Mu Fan, sparring partner." Mu Fan looked at the fat man in front of him, and cherished words like gold.

"Huh, I'm scared to death fat brother, I thought it was someone who didn't deal with me who sent someone to fix me, wait for me to come back, I'll go change my clothes first." The fat man's little heart finally put it down, let out a sigh of relief, hung up his coat, picked up a high-end cyan training uniform and walked to the locker room on the side.

"What a sparring method, I see that you are far from the size of the fat brother, don't be unbearable." The fat man is standing in front of Mu Fan at the moment, although he is not as tall as Mu Fan, his chin that he has worked hard to raise and his body shape that has gained three laps are also quite imposing.

"You fight, I'll defend." Mu Fan was still concise, the caution revealed in his eyes was obviously a deep sense of vigilance against the fat man in front of him, and the big man said during the meal, the large amount of food must be awesome, and the size of the person in front of him knew that the amount of food was not small at a glance, so he couldn't help but not pay attention to it.

I saw that the fat man's eyes lit up in an instant! This little brother understands me very well, and the deep sense of vigilance in his eyes is obviously the look in his eyes when he looks at the class bullies in the fighting class! He also saw that the fat brother was actually a master!

"Cough, cough" The fat man coughed hard, his chin tucked up and put on a very majestic look, "You can also see that Young Master Ben is actually a hidden master, right, we have been here for two tricks." The fat man, who had decided to warm up first, walked towards the fighting platform inside with his hands behind his back at the moment, and felt more and more that he had the demeanor of a master.

"Did you know that at a young age, I was already a level 8 master? Don't worry, I'll do it in a moment. For Harry's father, who has been afraid of his children since he was a child, it makes sense to use high-tech gene cultivation technology and expensive nutrition warehouses to pile fat people from level 5 to level 8.

Mu Fan nodded, stepped into the arena with a strong stride, picked up the boxing target on the side and put it on his arm, and bowed his body to pose well.

The fat man also nodded with satisfaction, this kind of strength like facing a great enemy is suitable for this young master's departure! Just rush this attitude, deserve a reward! I'll tip him 500 in one minute! That is, the maintenance cost of the fat brother's "lemon balloon" overnight.

The fat man also stepped into the room, and the airflow of more than 200 catties of meat smashing on the ground was different from the airflow generated by Mu Fan's body.

"Hey! Ha! "The fat man shook his arms and legs, he was tired after sitting in the hovercar for a long time, and he was ready to give this little brother an unforgettable lesson at this moment, don't worry, I won't be heavy-handed!"

"Ahh The fat man picked up his arms, his body was half spinning, and then he punched out, and the fat all over his body trembled and then lengthened in the opposite direction.

After a short voice sounded, a cry like a pig screamed, "It hurts me" Mu Fan looked at the fat man in front of him who forgot to wear boxing gloves with a speechless face, and he didn't feel the impact of the fat man's punch just now.

"Didn't you eat?" Mu Fan thought that the fat man had not eaten enough so he had no strength, so he kindly asked.

The fat man who was jumping up and down with his fists in his arms instantly turned red, feeling that his personality had been seriously insulted, and he was actually ridiculed by a sparring partner. So gritting his teeth, the fat man took a pair of fist gloves from the side and put them on, and then lowered his head with a punch.

"Ahh There is no accident, even Mu Fan, who was not defeated by Jelf and Mankun, is even more unlikely to be knocked down by a fat man. The fat man, who thought that he had done a lot of work, looked up and saw that the fist target was standing motionless in front of him, and Mu Fan's eyes were unguarded at the moment, full of curiosity.

The fat man's face turned blood-red again, and he thumped into a fist, and then held his legs and gasped. Raising his head and seeing Mu Fan still standing there quietly, not moving at all, but his eyes had lost his curiosity and turned into a kind of affirmation.

He certainly didn't have enough to eat! Mu Fan firmly believed in his heart.

"Boy, why are you here to be a sparring partner!?" The fat man had no strength to fight, and he felt that this kid would definitely be on purpose, pit him.

"I'm going to make money and buy a brain." Mu Fan replied without any hesitation.

"What?" At this age, I can't even help myself, so I shouldn't be just a sparring partner.

"I'll tip you 500, do you want it?" The fat man suddenly stood up and asked very seriously.

"Yes!" Mu Fan also did not hesitate or be embarrassed.

"Stand up and let me knock me out with one punch." The fat man saw that Mu Fan's eyes were suddenly in a daze, so he punched out.

At this moment, Mu Fan, who was thinking in his heart that the fat man was a good person, fell down very cooperatively, and even exerted his own foot, directly posing in the air as if he was being knocked away, and then fell heavily to the ground.

"Professional!" The fat man was dumbfounded. "I'll settle you when you go out in a moment."

"Thank you!" Mu Fan, who stood up, immediately thanked him, and this sincere expression was definitely not fake.

The fat man touched his chin, which had not yet grown a beard, and suddenly asked.

"What's your PO Battle.net ID?"