Saint Seiya Star Marvel

Chapter 32
I had some guesses in my heart, so Le Xia's gesture of greeting Matt was unavoidably out of shape.

The keen-minded Matt quickly discovered this. He pointed to his eyes and said, "My eyes can't see, but it doesn't matter. I'm learning Braille. My reading speed is definitely not slower than Dad."

Looking at Matt with a smile on his face, Le Xia suddenly felt a little distressed.

Although Matt said so, such a young child is at the time of innocence, and that ten-year-old child does not like to see the colorful world with his own eyes, but would rather only feel it from the cold Braille.

Matt is a sensible child, and he said this just to give his father some comfort.

Reaching out and stroking Matt's hair, Le Xia smiled and said, "Matt is awesome, is Braille difficult to learn? If you have time, can you teach me?"

Matt smiled and showed his front teeth, "Braille is not so easy to learn."

While the two were talking, Jack had already finished packing his things and came over to hold Matt's hand.

Although Matt felt a little strange about the sudden move, he was smart enough not to ask more questions, but followed his father out of the house obediently.

Thanks to Jack's quick packing and Matt's sensibility, the three of them walked out of the apartment building smoothly. It wasn't until they walked into a dark alley that they saw a large group of people with control knives and pistols marching toward the building. Go to their residence.

Jack glanced at Le Xia, thinking that luckily he didn't meet so many people, otherwise, even if there were such people, it would be difficult to protect Matt.

Without speaking, the three quickly disappeared into the alley.

More than an hour later, Le Xia returned to the underground boxing gym alone.

At the same time, on the other side of the city, Jack and his son, wearing hoods, are staying in a small wild hotel, but Jack hasn't made up his mind whether to hide here all the time or leave New York before dawn. .

"Dad, can we see Brother Le Xia again?" Matt suddenly raised his head and asked.

Jack paused, and asked curiously, "Why do you want to meet him, you... like him?"

"Well, I really want to see Brother Le Xia again, so that I can learn Kung Fu from him," Matt made a few gestures casually, "When I learn Kung Fu, I can protect Dad."

Hearing the first half, Jack stretched out his hand to give his son a slap, but then his hand froze in the air, and finally turned into a pat on the head.

The son didn't want to learn boxing from himself, but wanted to learn kung fu from others. Although Jack felt a little uncomfortable, he had no choice but to let the other party really be better than himself.

Jack had already told Le Xia everything he knew, and he also knew that the other party wanted to trouble a Fusang underworld.

Although Le Xia's skill is very good, but frankly speaking, Jack is still not optimistic about Le Xia. After all, it is a gangster, not to mention the large number of people, and there are all kinds of guns and hot weapons.

"You'll see him again, he..."

He didn't die so easily, Jack thought to himself.

When Le Xia walked into the underground boxing gym again, there was still a lot of people inside. Except for feeding shit to the dealer when Jack defeated Creel just now, the others were not affected much at all. Just won the money and set off a higher level of interest.

In order to win back the money just lost as soon as possible, the dealer also quickly arranged a new game.

It was still a scripted match, and before the start of this match, the two boxers had already been taught by black suits at gunpoint.

Either finish the performance well and step down, or die in the ring, it's up to you.

Le Xia is not interested in taking care of these people's underground activities. Normally, he might still want to go up and fight to earn some extra money, but now, he needs to find the person in charge here.

In the office of the boxing gym, two gray-haired old men, one tall and one short, were losing their temper. Jack's match was arranged by the two of them, and now they are the two who have lost the most. If they can't handle this matter well, their I'm afraid the end will be miserable.

"F〇! S〇! M〇F〇! Son of B〇!..."

When Le Xia opened the door and entered, the two of them were spouting trash talk continuously. If swearing could kill people, Jack would be dead by now.

"Who are you? Who let you in! You... Puff!" Seeing Le Xia wearing a metal mask come in, the tall man near the door immediately pointed at Le Xia's nose and prepared to curse, but he didn't say anything. As he exited, he was slapped by Le Xia and turned sideways for a week and a half, before falling to the side and vomiting blood. Not to mention, the blood flower was well controlled.

"Roscoe? Silk? Which one are you?" These two names are the names of the person in charge mentioned by Jack. Le Xia pointed to the remaining short old man and asked, "Can you talk well?"

The short old man was obviously intimidated by the difficult action of his companion just now. He closed his mouth that started with F in an instant, nodded obediently and said, "I'm Silk, what can I do for you?"

"That's right, this is the attitude of speaking." Le Xia walked to Silke, pulled out a chair and sat down, "Mr. Silke, please take out the hand you put under the table, the pistol I can't help you, trust me."

Le Xia wasn't talking big, the two of them were only separated by a table less than one meter away, with the old man's movement speed, Le Xia had absolute confidence to pinch and blow his pistol before he raised his gun and shot.

Just like the black suit before.

"Mister, you are joking. Where is there a pistol, I naturally believe you." Silke said with a smile on his face, and was about to raise his hand at the same time.

Le Xia shook her head suddenly, "It seems that you don't believe me as much as you said."

"Of course!" Silk's expression suddenly became ruthless, and at the same time, he quickly raised his hand, holding a pistol in his hand. As an old Jiang Hu who has spent his whole life in the underground boxing gym, it is impossible for him to just say a word. scare.

But before Silk's hand was raised in front of him, he suddenly felt blurred, and a figure had turned over the table and stood in front of him. At the same time, his hand lightened, and the pistol left his hand in an instant.

"Sir, it seems that you don't want to have a good talk with me, since that's the case," Le Xia raised his hand, pressed the gun head against Silk's chin, and gently pulled the trigger with his finger, "Then we have to say goodbye!"

"No!" Silk yelled loudly, but he still couldn't stop Le Xia's fingers.

Click!A soft sound rang in the ears, but it sounded like a sound of heaven to Silk's ears.

No bullets, no bullets in the gun, lucky!Luckily, Silk instantly felt the warmth of his pants.

Le Xia took a few steps back in disgust, and played with the magazine in his hand with a smile. When he was with Jack just now, he asked him how to use the pistol, but he didn't expect to use it so soon.

I have to say that sometimes the intimidating effect of firearms is really much better than fists.

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