Li Zhezhi gave his idol's boss a membership card and arranged an experienced coach for him.

I don't know if it's an illusion, Li Philosophy always feels that there is an evil spirit in this Ma Enrong.

"What do you call the teacher?" Ma Enrong asked his coach with a smile.

"My surname is Ma, but you can call me Tony. "The coach is very polite, although this guy looks a little thinner, but the clothes he is wearing know that he is a rich man at a glance, and it is definitely not a problem to sell fitness products well and make a small profit.

"Okay Mr. Tony, please take care of me from now on!" Ma Enrong laughed and gave the coach a wink.

"......" Coach 's strong muscles trembled, goosebumps appeared on his skin, and his heart said how could this little white face be gaygay, but in order to make money, he decided to endure it.

His personal training class is almost 500 yuan per session, and he sells a little protein powder or fitness drink or something, plus the commission, which is also very considerable.

"Mr. Tony, I've been envious of muscular people like you since I was a child. Ma Enrong looked at the coach's explosive chest muscles, and his eyes lit up.

"Take my class, and you can do it later. "The coach is a straight man, and at this moment he suddenly wants to cover his chest with his hands like a girl.

"Can I touch it?" Ma Enrong pretended to ask, his hand had already arrived, and before the coach could react, he touched the outline of his chest muscles fiercely: "Ah~ It's bigger than Jiji's!"

The coach took two steps back in surprise, not only because of the other party's indecent behavior, but also because when the little white face touched his chest just now, his heart skipped a beat, and now a few seconds have passed, and there is still a cold feeling echoing in his chest.

Although he loves money, he is not the kind of person who is willing to give anything for money, and he turns around, ready to tell his boss that he will not serve this evil rabbit master.

"Tony~ Where are you going?" A snorting voice suddenly sounded in the coach's ears, a cold hand, grabbed his wrist, frowned, and said in his heart You are endless, is Lao Tzu's muscles fake......?

In just three seconds, the anger on the coach's face lasted only three seconds, and then disappeared, standing dumbfounded, and then turned to look at Ma Enrong: "I'll go and prepare for you...... Gym clothes, come with me...... Locker room bar. ”

............

"Kaka~吭哧"

A small white van pulled over - broke down.

A raunchy man got out of the van, opened the hood, looked at the smoking engine, and frowned.

This car was rented by him in the second-hand car market, and there are still a few kilometers left, and Panlongju is about to arrive.

As a killer who has completed 99 assassination missions perfectly, the system will give him a part of the fee paid by the order publisher every time, and he has already saved a lot of money.

But when his mother was alive when he was a child, he taught him that if he wanted to be able to live, he could save money, and he listened to his mother very much.

So he minimizes the cost of everything he does, including renting the cheapest car.

The killer has no car repair skills, this car is considered a scrap, and the next road, I'm afraid it will be crowded with buses - it's impossible to fight, a waste of money.

Fortunately, it is not far from the bus platform, and the killer walked dozens of steps to the edge of the platform, and the stop sign showed that the route of the No. 101 bus passed through a park not far from Panlongju.

Under the street tree behind the stop sign, a young man in a Mao suit sits, with his arms crossed and his back against the tree, as if basking in the sun.

It is very comfortable to bask in the sun in winter, but it is too unsophisticated to sit directly on the ground, but this young man seems to enjoy it, squinting as if he is asleep.

"Ahh

The young man sitting on the floor sneezed, seemed to wake up, stretched out, and noticed that someone was watching him.

On the edge of the platform, there were just the two of them.

The killer found that the person was awake, so he turned his head, and he didn't know why, he just looked at a stranger in a daze.

"Ouch!" the young man who woke up suddenly let out a low breath, stood up, rubbed his eyes, and looked at the killer again, the expression on his face was already very surprised.

"Lone Star Destiny, haunted by misfortune?" the young man muttered to himself, but the killer heard him clearly.

The killer stared at the young man with slightly dissatisfied and inquiring eyes, and his originally wooden expression became even colder.

The meaning is obvious - don't you curse people? Explain it clearly, or you will look good.

The young man yawned, turned around and walked away, very simply.

"Hey!" the killer couldn't help but shout, he really cared about the "Lone Star Destiny" that the man said.

The young man was quicker on his feet, and seemed to be trotting up, not wanting to deal with him at all.

"Negligent, careless, lazy!" trotting all the way, the young man's mouth was still in fragments: "Master told me to be careful, this trip is a big murderer, let me be lucky in half an hour, I am too big, I actually fell asleep outside, I don't know that the disaster star is approaching, Master will definitely scold me to death!"

"Hey!" a wooden voice sounded in the young man's ears, and the killer easily caught up with him.

The young man of "......" braked sharply and turned around and ran like a rabbit, faster than a professional round-trip runner.

The killer looked at him in surprise, and then he turned around, even a few points faster than the young man.

The young man sped up, and the killer also sped up, and the two ran back and forth for a while, and directly began to "race" the long-distance running sprint.

"Brother, you...... Don't chase you!" The young man gasped and said, "Look over there, the bus is coming, what are you chasing me for?"

"Make it clear. "The killer's face is not red and his chest is not panting, just like the mysterious text message said, he is only one step away from the mortal womb of the flesh, and his physical strength has almost reached the limit of human beings.

"What about my sleep, brother......" The young man was chased so much that he couldn't do anything, and he jumped up the street tree on the side like an ape, and soon climbed to the top of the tree: "Don't chase it, okay?"

This road was built a long time ago, and the street trees here are basically more than 10 meters high, as tall as a three-story building, and it is lush and green in winter, not afraid of the cold.

It's just that the leaves are like needles, piercing the buttocks.

The killer is a stubborn temper, he doesn't have anything to do in his heart, he is still here today, anyway, the order has just been received, and it is okay to kill the old immortal tomorrow.

He didn't climb trees, he just stood under the trees, craned his neck, like a robot without electricity, waiting without moving.

"Master, I was wrong......" The young man in the book wanted to cry without tears, he was sweating a little from the vigorous exercise just now, and now the cold wind was blowing his snot bubbles out.