At eight o'clock in the evening, Peter and Matt arrived at the Fogwell gym. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info As always, the daily users have left with the closure of the gym. Matt stuffed a few bills into the waiter's hand as usual for consumption, and got the spare key to the gym as he wished.

They came more than half an hour earlier than agreed, and for no other reason, they hadn't figured out what to do with the bullseye. For this dangerous person, they naturally can't just leave him alone. If he did succeed in escaping, the consequences would be catastrophic.

Now the strapped bullseye is pitifully being lifted into the gym by Peter. This hapless fellow had fainted, and the previous interrogation methods had taken a toll on his spirit.

And this saved Peter a lot of effort, and the information he needed was basically out of the bullseye's mouth. And the rest of the more secretive things, Bullseye himself does not know. After all, he is just a thug under Jin Ji, although his status is high enough, but he can't access many private things within the group.

And Peter's next target has already been decided: James. Wesley. This top student who graduated from Cambridge University in England fifteen years ago is now one of Kim's most effective subordinates. At least half of Jin's business on the White Road is handled by him, and many of those unsightly things have to pass through his hands. In many cases, his words are enough to represent Jin He. In this black dynasty built by Jin He, Wesley has achieved this point under one person and above ten thousand.

As long as you can control this person in your hands, whether it is to force him to turn back, or to extract enough information from his mouth, you can do quite fatal damage to Jin He.

After all, for an underworld boss of Jin He's rank, his power in the White Dao is his real lifeblood. As long as he has enough money to splurge on, all the outlaws in New York who are willing to trade their knives for a bowl of food can become his henchmen at any time.

Of course, the most important thing at the moment is to meet with the stick. Peter was quite curious about Matt, the master who suddenly appeared, and Matt did not hide it under his inquiry, and generously told this part of his past.

"The story isn't that complicated, probably a few years ago. At that time, my father had just been stabbed to death in an alley only a block away from his home for gang revenge. My mother didn't want to take care of me, so I was sent to an orphanage. Less than two months later, I was found. ”

"Found you?"

"That's right, he knew from the beginning that my other senses were far more than normal. He took me out of the orphanage and taught me how to use my 'gift'. At that time, I was a literal blind person, and those heightened perceptions did me more harm than good, and I couldn't even take care of myself. I can't imagine what I would have been without the sticks. In some ways, I do owe him the grace of this reinvention. ”

"To tell the truth, don't talk about repaying the favor for his virtue, it's good not to rush up and punch him twice." Peter pouted. "And then? How did you get apart? ”

Matt shook his head, sighed, and continued.

"When I had mastered my abilities and was able to go about my life normally, he began to teach me some... Something else. At first, I was asked to use my own hearing to observe others more thoroughly, and then I was asked to capture the details and movements of the other person, and before I knew it, we began to practice dismantling. And then everything fell into place. ”

"He taught me how to train myself, how to temper myself physically and mentally through a variety of means, to make myself stronger. When these basics are learned, combat training begins. He would teach me all sorts of combat techniques and how to use them in real combat. At that time, he was always very satisfied with me, and I have been working hard to live up to his confidence in me. “

"Actually, I should have realized at that time that he taught me more than just self-defense techniques, and I'm afraid that even being a full-time martial artist was a bit too much. All sorts of lethal moves and killing methods became part of my daily curriculum, and he just wanted to turn me into a soldier of his own. Matt smiled wryly. In the end, he tried to teach me how to actually kill people. Unfortunately, this time, I was not a good student. ”

"But you're a good person."

"In this year, good people are not a compliment." Matt laughed self-deprecatingly. "I'm not a good person, I just know how easy it is to be a villain, and I just want to avoid it as much as possible."

Peter was trying to find some words to comfort Matt when a loud voice interrupted his train of thought. Sticks pushed open the door to the gym and walked in. He had a new cane in his hand, and to Peter's somewhat ridiculous view, this one was made of metal.

"Sentimental again? Although I don't want to hit your glass heart, that's why I said you weren't qualified. There was still an uncomfortable yin and yang weirdness in his words. This language, which was already close to positive humiliation, caused a nameless fire to begin to ignite again in Peter's heart. "I thought I had trained you to be a good fighter, but you're still a soft egg in your bones."

"I'm sorry, I have my own bottom line. There are some things that can't be done just can't be done. ”

"You still think that the reason I abandoned you was because you refused to kill that man." He shook his head and sneered twice. "No, it's not your behavior that disappoints me, it's your attitude. You've decided what you're going to do, then do it, and you've decided you're not going to do anything, so don't do it. And you? ”

Sticks took a step forward, the staff in his hand pointing directly at Matt's face.

"I see in you only a man who is bound by himself. Eight years ago, you had the ability and the best, but you were tied up by the disgusting rules you set yourself. What's even more ridiculous is that you've been trying to exploit loopholes in your own rules. ”

Matt choked on what Stickser said, but Sticks didn't stop.

"Including this kid, it's just a 'loophole' that you are exploiting. Even if you return to a normal life, you are still unwilling to let your abilities be ordinary. You want to punish the sins of this city, but you don't have the courage to do it yourself. You understand that no matter how careful you are, you will never be able to completely avoid conflicts with the 'rules' that you have set for yourself. And this dirty hand thing is completely intolerable to you..."

"So you came up with a way to get around your own rules." With that, the stick snorted coldly and pointed the palm of his hand at Peter. "You've found someone who can do all this dirty stuff for you. This way you can feel safe doing what you have always wanted to do with him, without having to take any responsibility for the mistakes that may occur. ”

Looking at the two of them who had quieted down, a sly smile flashed across his face. He seemed to have seen a rift between the two of them. And once that happens, his chances of winning that wonder boy over are greatly increased.

However, Peter's final reaction was not what he expected.

"Enough of that?" Peter's face was rather gloomy, and the boredom and anger in his heart had made him a little uncontrollable. "We're not here tonight to listen to your tirade, we have business to talk about. Besides...."

He glanced at the stick with disdain. "There are so many words of nonsense, doesn't it mean to simplify it a little. Matt has a discipline, and the person who has lost your discipline is envious and jealous. ”

The stick laughed heavily, and did not answer Peter's words. This kid seems to be quite angry. But in a way, it was incredibly difficult to exploit him in this way.

"You're right, there's business to talk about tonight. And I have a friend I would like to introduce to you. Of course, Matt, you probably don't need it, after all, the two of you were still playing there a few months ago, and I believe you know each other better than I am. ”

As soon as the stick's voice fell, a ghostly black shadow suddenly burst in through the door. Peter's face became a little solemn. The other party seems to have been here for a while, and should have arrived with the stick. However, Peter's psychic probe did not notice her existence at all.

The shadow came under the light, revealing her lineup. She was tall and tall, and the tights she wore completely outlined her devilish figure, enough to make every man she saw breathe faster, and her eyes could not be taken off at all. She looks like she should be of Eastern European descent, and her facial features are not exquisite, but when put together, they form a kind of fascinating charm. And this seductive appearance perfectly concealed the dead silence and indifference in her eyes.

"Long time no see, Matt." She raised her right hand and said hello as she stroked her long hair. After hearing her voice, Matt's face suddenly became shocked.

"Erica! Why are you here!? ”

"Unfortunately, Matt, you are not my first disciple. Before you, Erica had been trained by me for three years. Stickser looked at Matt's expression and smiled contentedly. Of course, she also has her own problems, and she may even be bigger than yours. So unfortunately, in the end, I had to give up on her. ”

"It's not easy for me, old man, the two biggest failures of my life are now together, and I have to pull down my face and beg them. It's really late..."