In the dimly lit room, Mo Fan sat up from the sofa with his head covered, his feet on the ground, and knocked down the wine bottle next to him, making a series of crisp collision sounds.

Surrounded by the smell of alcohol, dizziness and nausea, he was clearly in a hangover.

"These dogs, they said they were going to celebrate the party, why did they get me drunk and throw them in the garbage dump?"

Mo Fan glanced around in disgust, staggered to his feet, and followed the smell to find the toilet.

Standing in front of the washstand, which was full of rust and mold, he looked at the unfamiliar face in the mirror, and the whole person was stunned.

Who's this?

A wave of vertigo that was a hundred times stronger than a hangover hit, making him vomit at the sink.

As he vomited, a memory that didn't belong to him flashed by.

When the gastric juice was vomited away along with the inferior wine, he understood the current situation.

He crossed.

The world he traveled through was called Azure Star, and since the extraterrestrial war six hundred years ago, the concept of the state has disappeared with it.

The entire planet is governed by the Federation, and the big corporations control it.

The victory of the extraterrestrial war has caused the development of science and technology to explode like a blowout.

It's just that powerful technology and productivity have not brought about an improvement in the quality of life.

The gap between rich and poor is widening at a much faster rate than technology is growing.

Coupled with the deterioration of the surface environment, the life of ordinary people is even more difficult.

Especially ordinary people in small places.

He is now located in the northern region of the 4th Federal District, in the town of Wildwind, north of West, and is a standard small-town youth.

Like most townspeople, if his life is a piece of, the dog shakes his head when he sees it.

Incomplete purified water, air with hundreds of impurities and toxins, and very low-nutrient food caused his mother to suffer from a rare terminal illness just after her twenty-eighth birthday, rare enough to be named after his mother.

But in a sense, this is not a bad thing, after becoming a single parent, he is more gregarious at school, and he is no longer constantly bullied because of both parents.

In order to pay off his medical debts and raise him, his father ventured into the wasteland outside of federal control and became a member of the wasteland engineering team.

Relying on the salary in exchange for high-risk jobs, the family can barely survive, but the reason why high-risk jobs are called high-risk is because of their risk.

Like a game of Russian roulette that never ends, as long as you don't leave the game, there will always be a time to win.

Just last month, the engineering team ran into a mutant herd.

All members of the team were reduced to flesh and blood, including the father of the previous body.

The scene was so tragic that the identity of the body could only be identified by the working nameplate.

Mo Fan looked at himself in the mirror and sighed, what a sad story.

The cause of grief was not the death of the predecessor's father.

His father is 48 years old this year, not to mention in Yefeng Town, even if he puts it in West City, where the average life expectancy is 42 years old, he can be called a little birthday star.

The source of the grief comes from the fact that the engineering team is not formal, and it is a small construction team without licenses and qualifications.

Due to the irregularities, the insurance company refused to make a claim.

Mo Fan, who had just turned 20, not only could not get compensation, but also had to repay the debts left by his father.

Otherwise, his home will be forcibly repossessed, and he will be driven out of Wildwind Town to become a wasteland outcast.

He washed his face and smiled charmingly in the mirror.

If you take a picture of the appearance in the mirror and put it on the big screen in the square, saying that it is the endorsement of a certain luxury product, there is no disobedience at all.

Fortunately, the parents of the original owner left him a good foundation, as long as he put down his body, he could eat just by his face.

Back in the living room, as soon as he sat down on the sofa, he saw a work card on the table.

"Big Bird Bar Work Pass"

"Name: Mo Fan"

"Age: 20"

"Position: Striptease Cowherd (Intern)"

Looking at the work card, he remembered.

The predecessor relied on handsome people and good figure, and fit the company's name, and became the new employee in the most popular place in the town.

Tonight is his rookie debut, and he will start work on time at half past ten.

The manager of the interview was afraid that he would not be able to let go, so he specially brought him three bottles of inferior wine mixed with water and four cans of beer, saying that he would not be cranky when he was drunk, and it was easy to get into a state.

Judging by the extent of his vomiting just now, the effect was remarkable.

Damn, he's still conservative, and his predecessor is lower than his stature.

He just wanted to find a rich woman to eat soft-mouthed, and his predecessor was directly preparing to eat a hundred family meals.

Courageous.

He rubbed his eyebrows, a bit of a fucked start.

The last time he was so worried was the first time he went to the black boxing ring.

Worried about killing the ace fighter on the opposite side with one punch, will the other party's boss flip the table and turn his face because he has no face.

Just as he was worried, the thin door was kicked open.

A worn-out leather boot reached into the room, the tip of the shoe shook from side to side twice, adjusted the right angle and slowly fell.

The next moment, three or four thugs with emaciated bodies and colorful hair walked into the house.

They carried bats and steel pipes in their hands, and pistols diagonally stuck in their loose belts.

Mo Fan put down his hand and quietly held the wine bottle on the ground.

In his previous life, he wandered into the underground world, worked as a killer, mercenary and black boxer, and was active in major law and order chaos areas, and made a lot of fame.

Those places are wild and backward, but most of them have abundant resources and are coveted by major multinational corporations.

When there is a conflict between the companies and they don't want to make too much trouble, they will hire a black boxer like him to decide the winner in the ring instead of the employer.

His record in the ring is 35-0, and whether his opponent can get off the ring alive depends on his mood.

Although he has not cultivated the so-called internal force, he can't go to the sky and the earth like in martial arts novels, it hurts to be cut by a knife, and he will die if he is hit by a bullet.

But it is not difficult to demolish the house with bare hands and dodge bullets with the flesh.

At the moment, he has no fighting background in his body, but with his rich combat experience, it is not a big problem to take out a few gangsters with guns.

He looked up at a few people.

"Something?"

Several thugs were taken aback by his momentum and collectively took two steps back, thinking they had kicked the wrong door.

After seeing Mo Fan's face clearly, they all breathed a sigh of relief and resumed their arrogance again.

The green hair at the head couldn't save face, picked up a baseball bat and smashed a chair, shouting:

"Little cub, what are you pretending to be stupid, collect the account!"

Mo Fan's brows furrowed slightly, and he looked at a few thugs carefully.

He found the same tattoo on several people, and the tattoo was a skull dripping with blood.

In memory, the Blood Skull is the symbol of the Blood Bone Gang, a small local gang in Wildwind.

They are indeed creditors.

Faced with debts that are difficult to collect, banks will resell the debts to local gangs, who will come to collect the debts.

Gangs don't have so many scruples about doing things, and they never worry about meeting old men.

No money?

Those who have capital will be "compensated for meat", and those who have no capital will be compensated for it in pieces after dismantling.

It was the Bloody Bones who bought his family's debts.

The strong dragon does not suppress the head snake, he temporarily suppresses his temper.

"It's only the beginning of the month, isn't it the end of the month?"

The green-haired brain was not very bright, and when he heard Mo Fan's words, he was also stunned, and he was silent for a while before he suddenly remembered something.

"It's not a debt collection, it's an invitation, my boss has an invitation."

"Excuse me?"

"That's right! Didn't you join the Big Bird Bar? Our boss said hello to the bar manager, your debut is scheduled for next week, and the boss will open your first one tonight. As long as the service is in place, this month's money will be waived, and you can also reduce your interest for three months. ”

Mo Fan was stunned, if he remembered correctly, the leader of the Blood and Bone Gang was a man.

No, he remembered something else.

He took a few deep breaths, steadying the urge to kill.

"I know, I have something to do now, and I'll go to you in the evening."

His tone was two points lower, and his tone was unquestionable.

The green hair has never seen this kind of momentum, and he immediately coaxed.

Leaving the sentence "Nine o'clock in the evening, don't be late", he left with his younger brothers.

Outside the door, the muttering of the thugs could be faintly heard.

"Boss, didn't the boss say to bring someone back now?"

Green hair: "The boss said that he would bring people back at nine o'clock, and it's early for us."

"So what do you mean we're going to run for nothing?"

"Not satisfied? Then you go and take him away. ”

"Oh, that's fine, let him go by himself, and save us business."

Listening to the sound of the locomotive outside, Mo Fan slowly came to the kitchen, picked out a few knives and began to sharpen them.

The experience of the rivers and lakes told him not to provoke the head snake, so after the green hair and his party kicked the door into the house, they could still stand and talk to him.

But there is a bottom line to forbearance.

If he is an ordinary cowherd, with his rich experience and skills in his previous life, he can make a fortune without relying on his face.

But TM Big Bird Bar is not taboo in meat and vegetarian, and it is not only rich women who are received!

He can sell his body for a living, but not his ass.

Therefore, the group of people of the Blood and Bone Gang must die.

As he sharpened his knife, he searched his memories for information about the Bloodbones.

There are hundreds of members of the Bloody Bones and a large number of firearms.

There are five core combat members of the organization, equipped with old-fashioned prosthetics, known as the Five Ghosts of Blood and Bone.

Hundreds of people, with guns and prosthetics, he seemed to be unable to kill them with a few kitchen knives.

Unfortunately, the family's gun was taken to pay off the debt last month.

If there were more efficient weapons, or if he could recover his previous body, the situation would be much better.

Before the body......

Before......

By the way, why did he cross over?

I don't know if it was because of the lessening of the hangover symptoms, or if he gradually adapted to his new body, he began to think back to what had happened before the crossing.

That night, he won a ring for his boss and grabbed a big project of more than one billion.

The boss said that he would hold a celebration banquet for him, and after the banquet, he took out an ancient book.

He said that he bought a mysterious boxing book from an antique dealer, and I hope he likes it.

The name of the boxing book is very strange, it is called the Great Yan Refining Body Method.

The content recorded in the book is mysterious and mysterious, and it is more like cultivating immortals than boxing.

He didn't pay much attention to it that night, and when he fell asleep, he saw a hollow door in his dream.

Walk in the door, wake up from the dream and pass through.

The reason for the crossing seems to be in that ancient book.

Thinking of this, his expression flickered, and he vaguely saw an ancient book in his mind.

On the cover of the book is written the Great Refinement Body Method.

The moment the ancient book was noticed by him, a mental method appeared in his mind out of thin air.

What was previously obscure in the book has now become easy to understand.

I don't know how long it took in his consciousness, but it only took less than a minute in reality for him to understand the content of the Great Refinement Body Method.

This is really a practice for cultivating immortals.

The exercises are mysterious, but there is a special force in the book that helps him understand.

It is not difficult to practice the exercises, but here comes the problem, practice requires aura.

He tried to sense it, and found that the world he was in now did not have the aura of heaven and earth in the novel.

There is no way to practice, but there is no aura.

What's the difference between giving him the button to detonate a nuclear bomb, but the nuclear bomb wasn't built.

What's the use of it?

Maybe he was dissatisfied with his underestimation, but when he tried to perceive the aura for the second time, he actually felt the aura.

It's just that the source of the aura is not in the surrounding heaven and earth, but in another room.