dalles of marvel world

Chapter 41 There is a pain

Logan stared at the fat man in front of him dumbfounded.

"It was shocking."

Logan.

"Same feeling."

Dales.

"I told him to move, if he wanted to get back to his old toned body...right? He had to move!"

The ghost explained to Logan.

"Oh!"

The meatball finally moved, and he knocked the boxer away with one punch!

Both Logan and the ghost were taken aback.

Fred Dukes still had a drink in his hand.

"Is... really Fred Dukes? He's more like a monster that swallowed Fred!"

"+1!"

Dales said again.

Logan couldn't believe what he saw before his eyes.

At this time, the ghost reminded him: "Hey, speak slowly later, don't mention his title, and don't heat up his brother!"

"...I see." Logan looked back at Dales: "Let's go up and say a few words first..."

"Are you kidding?" Centales stepped back quickly, "Damn it, go yourself!"

"It's really disrespectful." Logan had no choice but to approach alone, and said hello: "Hey, fat... Fred."

I almost said the wrong thing, so dangerous.

"I seem to remember that girl at 85 pounds."

Rouqiu looked down at the girl with the fat tattoo on her arm: "Oh, she is very interesting, and you are still very interesting when you talk, Logan."

"Do you know where Victor is?"

Logan went straight to the point.

"...I have no idea."

It seemed that Meatball didn't want to answer.

"Slender and handsome, where is the island?" Logan continued to ask.

Fred's cheeks twitched unnaturally at the word "island."

"Don't bang the door on your way out, Logan."

This is what it means to send a guest.

Logan noticed that and climbed into the ring: "Look, I'm gonna hold on until you tell me where Victor is! Please, little brother, for old friendship's sake, Tell me what I need to know!"

"Damn it!"

The ghost suddenly cursed: "I told you not to mention his title..."

The atmosphere has changed.

Fred grimaced: "Did you just call me...a meatball?"

Dales continued to act as an audience member, and by the way, made a part-time voiceover for readers: "The pronunciation of 'little brother' and 'meat ball' are similar in English. So..."

and so……

"No. But..."

Logan wanted to explain, but in front of him, Fred had already rushed over!

"boom!"

The meat ball slammed into Logan------

Of course, Uncle Wolf flew out and hit the boxer just now.

The hapless boxer, who was also a boxing coach, was injured a second time.

"I've already told you, don't mention his nickname, why didn't you listen?!"

The ghost crouched beside Logan and chattered.

"I really didn't say the meatball, I can swear it! I said the little brother!" Logan got up angrily: "Damn it..."

"Hey, hey, hey, hey... Logan!" the ghost persuaded the old wolf: "Don't be impulsive, I have a good idea!"

"?"

……

Logan picked up the gloves, rolled his eyes and stared at the ghost: "This is your good idea? To fight him?"

"I'm helping you! Logan. Dukes has never liked you, you know that." The ghost patted the old wolf's chest.

Logan gritted his teeth: "Yeah, I don't like him either."

"That's right, put on your gloves, fight with him, have fun with him, let him vent your anger on you, maybe he will say everything when he is in a good mood."

The ghost smiled brightly.

"What, let him vent his anger? Don't be stupid, man, look at him..." Logan pointed to the meatball: "The fat on his chest is thicker than that on his butt, what else can he do besides a little more strength? Combat. I can't be beaten by him, for God's sake, he doesn't have a heart attack? Or...is there a stretcher here big enough to get him out later?"

The ghost just chuckled.

Dales also cheered up to watch the play.

"Ding!"

Ring the bell and the first round begins.

As soon as Logan turned around, he was punched in the face by Fred...

"It hurts... so dizzy!"

The ghost shrugged: "I'm more worried that he won't be carried out."

Logan glared at him viciously: "You are such a bastard!"

The ghost smiled even brighter.

"Come on, Logan!" The fat man jumped up and down, "Are you so weak?"

"I'll give you a good look!"

Uncle Wolf uttered harsh words.

"Ding!"

The second round begins.

"Smack his ass!"

cried the ghost.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" Logan's eyes twitched, and he pointed to the more than ten centimeters of fat on his chest and buttocks.

"Dance with him! Fred, do like I taught you!" the ghost said to Meatball again.

Logan quickly punched out and hit the opponent's thick fat...

Nima, it's too thick, Fred doesn't feel it at all!

Logan had an illusion that even a sniper rifle could not necessarily shoot through this layer of fat.

"Are you going to dance with me?" Fred sneered.

"Damn it, come on, Fred!"

"Bang bang!"

Logan punched again.

"Oh...that feels good."

Logan was angry.

"Boom bang bang bang bang..."

One punch after another, but to this extent, apart from making Fred's fat body tremble, it seems that it can't do any harm.

"Hey, what do you think I'll do now? Hold on and let you continue?" Fred raised his fist.

Logan froze... "Boom!"

A huge glove came into view and knocked him to the ground.

"This Feibo..." Dales couldn't stand it any longer. "The fat body is too powerful."

"Look, he's almost willing to talk!"

The ghost encouraged Logan while drinking: "You have to work harder and stay where he can beat you!"

"Where the hell are you standing?" Logan scolded.

The ghost smiled even brighter.

"Do you have any grudge against the old wolf?" Dales couldn't help asking.

"No." The ghost's smiling face twitched and said, "But seeing the stinky Undead Xiaoqiang being beaten, I feel happier for some reason."

"makes sense!"

Dales wholeheartedly agrees.

"Okay!" The meat ball jumped up again. "Come on, come on, you weak bitch!"

"you……"

"Logan!" Dales suddenly smiled and shouted: "Tintin who attacked him!"

Both the ghost and the meat ball were taken aback.

This should be more interesting.

Darius thought.

"What a great idea!"

Uncle Wolf was overjoyed and gave Dales an appreciative look!

So before Fred could react, Logan charged towards him again!

"bring it on!"

Suddenly, he squatted down, and then punched an uppercut!

"Crack~"

Some sort of harmonious sound.

Fred's facial features are distorted...

"what!!!"

Screaming like a pig.

The ghost tightened his legs subconsciously.

This article is read by the novel "".