Borg Langdon is indeed quite annoyed, his subordinates were assassinated for no reason, and the poor traitor doesn't know who the hell is, not to mention this sense of grievance. Although Bolton Shaw is only a great magician and his strength is not very strong, he has brought him the treasure of Beech, and in this case, Bolton's status has naturally risen.

Even if the current Bichel said that he had broken off his friendship with Burton, Borg Langdon could see from Bichel's reaction that Bichel was still very sad about Burton's death, but it was very vague. And Bichel said that he broke off the relationship, but he was just a little angry for a while, and after some time, Bolton was saying some good things, and the two were still good friends.

These things were guessed by Borg Langdon himself, but he thought he was right.

But how did Borg Langdon know that it was all performed on Wednesday according to his vision, including the sadness that loomed in his eyes. Because if Bolton died, he didn't react at all, but it would make people think that he was cold-blooded, and even doubt his motives, because Bolton and Bichelle were good friends after all, and even if they broke off their relationship, they couldn't immediately become strangers, and no one could be sad at all in the face of a dead former friend.

So Wednesday used this simple backward logic to react appropriately and completely dispel Borg Langdon's suspicions about him.

Bolton had this incident, which made the people under Borg Langdon a little nervous, including Borg Langdon himself, and when he was about to leave on Wednesday, he asked deliberately: "Is Leonard's injury really incurable?" Last night, he was even more painful, and his whole body was about to hit the wall in pain, his body was weak and like something, and his fighting spirit couldn't exert much effect, and if he continued like this. I'm afraid it's completely useless. ”

Wednesday sneered in his heart, this Borg Langdon is really cold-blooded, and at this time, he only cares about whether Leonard's strength can be restored, not about Leonard's life and death. However, Wednesday naturally didn't come out, but hesitated and said, "This, I'll help him take a look." I tried to help him, but I didn't know how sure I was, where he was? ”

Borg Langdon smiled awkwardly, "I don't know where he lives, ahem, he moved out of the City Lord's Mansion after he was injured, I'll ask the maid." ”

Wednesday smiled lightly as if he didn't notice anything, "It's not urgent, I can only find out about his situation." Then slowly groped, after all, my understanding of internal forces is still in the initial stage, whether I can cure him, I don't know," he said and sighed, "Speaking of which, I am also to blame, at that time, Mr. Langdon lost a general. ”

Who knew that Borg Langdon laughed and said, "Lost a Leonard." But with the help of Mr. Tolan, it was worth it. Worth. ”

Wednesday sneered in his heart, this person is really cold-blooded, he actually said this about Leonard, but Leonard used to be his personal bodyguard. But he didn't care if he saw a lot of them on Wednesday, and he wished that Borg Langdon's rebels would fall apart sooner. Naturally, he will not point out the shortcomings of Borg Langdon.

Besides, Leonard's injury was actually deliberately made like this on Wednesday, when he just thought that he could weaken the other party, but he didn't expect to see through the true face of Borg Langdon. Just don't know how Leonard will feel after knowing this. Come to think of it. Wednesday touched his chin thoughtfully, and then left the City Lord's Mansion with the note sent by the maid.

After a few clicks on Leonard's address, Wednesday didn't rush to find Leonard. Leonard's injury was intentional by him, so naturally he couldn't help him heal it so quickly, if it wasn't for the fear of revealing flaws, let alone treatment, Wednesday would have wanted to take the opportunity to kill Leonard.

It's just that Chrissy doesn't have Leonard's name on his list, so he really doesn't want to kill one more person if he doesn't have to. Anyway, as long as they can kill Borg Langdon and those backbones, Leonard and these thugs will be scattered, and there will be no threat.

So on Wednesday, he didn't pay much attention to Leonard, but stayed in the bedroom and grabbed a moment to practice internal skills, anyway, Borg Langdon has not sorted out the right venue, nor has he picked the right person. Borg Langdon really took Wednesday's training very seriously, and deliberately developed a large area of open space in the city and built it into a martial arts training ground, which was almost the same size as the martial arts hall that Chrissy had built for him.

After the construction of the venue and the selection of the first batch of personnel to participate in the training, Wednesday, the trusted chief instructor, can be regarded as taking office. The first group of 200 men were elite and die-hard friends selected by Borg Langdon from his cronies' army, led by Benedict Henry, Washworth Roy, and another of Borg Langdon's bodyguards, Wilson Miney.

These three are all swordsman-level masters, but they are quite respectful in front of Wednesday one by one, even Benedict, who secretly hates Wednesday in his heart, is respectful on the surface, without showing a trace of resentment.

Wednesday, of course, knew that Benedict was angry with him, but he didn't care in his heart, Benedict was already a dead man, and he wouldn't bother with a dead man, so he just said a few words, and then let everyone start training.

The content of the training is simple, and that is to pull the hamstrings. According to Wednesday's statement, that is, when practicing leg work, you must first pull the hamstring, if the hamstring can't be pulled, then don't practice the leg work, even if you practice, you can't practice anything famous. This may sound reasonable, but it is actually misleading, especially for those who don't know much about Chinese kung fu.

So after they thought what they said on Wednesday made sense, they started to learn to stretch hamstrings there. Of course, the trick of pulling the hamstrings was not concealed until Wednesday, after all, there was always some effect, and if it didn't work at all, without Borg Langdon suspecting him, the students would stop doing it, and he would have fewer chances.

It's like this hamstring pull, if you don't guide on Wednesday, these stout swordsmen won't want to pull it apart in their lives, after all, these things still have a knack, and they can't be pulled apart by deadlifting. Under Wednesday's guidance, these swordsmen put away their fighting energy one by one, helping each other pull their hamstrings in pairs like ordinary people.

After teaching them the simple tricks, he arranged for a few people to supervise them on Wednesday, and he himself went to the rest room in time to meditate and practice, he was half a day, and then came back to see these people before eating, and he should praise and punish, these people did not dare to say anything even if they had opinions, but Borg Langdon gave a death order, and it was said that he could not disobey Wednesday's order.

So under this kind of high-pressure policy, the effect is still obvious, although these 200 big men are eager to crawl and walk, but the difficult thing is that no one is injured. Originally, there was a priest on the side who wanted to help them recover their energy, but they were stopped by Wednesday, saying that this would be the only way to produce results, and if they couldn't even bear the pain, they didn't deserve to learn these kung fu at all.

When everyone saw Wednesday say this, although they cursed secretly in their hearts, they had to smile on their faces, and then swayed back to the dormitory to rest step by step.

After a week, the hamstrings of these people were basically stretched. Seeing this, Wednesday has to admit that the physical essence of the people in this world is indeed very good, especially these swordsmen, the physical essence is stronger than ordinary people, and the physical strengthening effect of the fighting spirit is indeed much worse than the internal force, but it is still more or less effective.

Seeing this, Wednesday rehearsed the routines of "Serial Lost Legs", and then split them up and let them practice as if they were learning to do exercises, and let them train over and over again. If you just learn the moves, it's actually very simple, just like doing exercises, everyone learns it in less than half a day, after all, everyone has rich combat experience and is relatively sensitive to these things.

The next day, Wednesday asked them to practice the routine over and over again, and although these people wondered in their hearts, they didn't dare to disobey Wednesday, but the next day, when Wednesday still asked them to practice this routine, there were people everywhere, but still no one dared to give any direct opinion. But when they were asked to continue practicing the routine over and over again on Wednesday on the third day, some people quit.

When more than a dozen swordsmen returned to the lounge on Wednesday to practice their internal skills, they also sat down and frolicked there, and the few people who were originally arranged to be the team leader on Wednesday also turned a blind eye, although they were still practicing, but the movements on their legs were weak and listless, just like frosted eggplants, and they were obviously just as unhappy in their hearts.

In fact, this situation was expected on Wednesday, and it was the same as military training, and the recruits would definitely not obey the discipline. This martial arts practice is even more so, not to mention that they were asked to do such a monotonous and boring homework on Wednesday, how could these swordsmen who were full of murderous firepower be able to endure it, and it was beyond his expectations that they could endure it until the third day.

However, the purpose of Wednesday was to make trouble, so he was naturally not afraid that these people would not study, and he wished that these people were all dealing with errands. But before the task is completed, he still has to play his role well and be a qualified chief instructor. So Wednesday walked out of the lounge with a gloomy face, and asked in a deep voice, "Who told you to do it?" ”

Hearing Wednesday's words, the more than a dozen swordsmen glanced at each other, and then suddenly stood up and walked out with their necks in their hands, looking like they were afraid of whom.

Wednesday didn't care about them, turned his head to look at the others and shouted, "Who else? (To be continued......)

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