You Have Science, I Have Magic

Chapter 10 Actually, I want to be a martial artist more

This battle ended peacefully.

Feng Yuxiu was out of breath, but the other party was much calmer.

After the fight, Feng Yuxiu turned around and left, and turned off the group video, no one knew what he was thinking.

Layman Jiaqian said, I want to find a place to heal my wounds, you can continue.

Wang Daochang smiled: Group leader, I still want to broadcast live, so I will hide for now.

See you!

Lin Bin nodded, and then clicked his tongue in amazement.

system?

no respond.

Could it be a fake? Why is there no hint at all...

Can only explore the function by myself?

This guy threw this idea out of his mind, and said to himself: Let's send some free promotional information, only one apprentice, Gan Zhi, is far behind.

Whether it is to make money to solve food and clothing, or to promote national skills.

At this moment, he couldn't help thinking about the strengthening fluid.

What's more, in Molan Star, the physique of the yellow race is generally weaker than that of the whites and blacks. After the injection of the strengthening fluid, the difference is even more obvious!

Although people of the yellow race think that lower animals rely on strong physical fitness, and higher animals rely on brains, but they have well-developed limbs!

This also led to the fact that Mo Lanxing, who is a martial artist, is at a disadvantage for the yellow race.

For example, in major world-class martial arts competitions, people of the yellow race are basically accompanied by runners, which is very embarrassing.

If you don't teach the truth, foreigners will study it sooner or later, and future generations will be beaten.

Teaching is really... too tiring, too difficult, too slow, no one learns.

Let's get the name out first, as long as you have a reputation, there will always be someone to learn from it.

He was a little helpless, muttering while sending various 'advertising messages'.

In fact, there is another reason why Chinese martial arts cannot be played.

Can't concentrate on it!

In ancient times, you can study hard, don't care about anything, and become a general after you finish your studies, or go to the martial arts exam...

No matter how bad it is, there is nothing wrong with being a coach and housekeeper for local tyrants, right?

But now it doesn't work.

I have to live! The energy is shared, there is no actual combat experience, and it is still hard to learn...

At this moment, even Lin Bin himself doubted whether he could really succeed.

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The Marina Times Headquarters.

A group of journalists are in a meeting.

The editor-in-chief spit and scolded everyone angrily: Can you all do it? Are you all pigs?! You obviously have the evidence, but you can't take useful pictures or interview the people you should interview?!

They push people?

They hit people???

Won't you fight back? As long as this news is filmed, our entire department will be promoted and raised, understand?

Pig brain!

I don't care what method you use, within half a month, I want all their inside information!!!

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After the meeting.

Wang Gang sat on the workstation with a speechless face, wanting to scold his mother.

The mission target this time is a hard stubble.

Simply put, dark forces.

It seems legal to have multiple bathing centers under his name, but in fact it is said that there are many shady activities, but is this kind of thing so easy to interview and report?

They have tried all kinds of nice words and trying to find a way to get in.

Useless!

That is to say, Mo Lanxing's control over firearms is extremely strict, otherwise Wang Gang would even suspect that those guys would pull out hot weapons.

It's useless to call the police.

People just refuse to interview and secretly take pictures on the grounds of member privacy!

Go through the 'security check' before entering, and any shooting equipment can be found out for you.

Break in?

That is to be beaten.

The worst thing was that a colleague of Wang Gang was beaten up on the spot when he failed to sneak in, and he was beaten up several times on the second and third day.

Say yes!

People were arrested, but people didn't care.

They are all little bastards, hurry up and shut them down for a few days and come out again.

So the best way is to get in without any equipment, chat with the people inside to get news, and get some evidence to take away...

But once discovered, he would definitely have to be beaten up and the evidence taken away.

This shit, what is it called! Such a tough bone...

No, I have to find a way to learn some kung fu, otherwise...

Who doesn't want a promotion and a raise? The key is to keep yourself safe, right?

He opened the webpage and began to search for the admissions information of the martial arts school.

But after watching for more than an hour, his head grew bigger.

Because all the major martial arts gyms and types of boxing say that it takes one month to see results and three months to enter the room.

It's only half a month in total, you asked me to wait for a month to get some effect?

He frowned, and was about to close it, and when he was about to give up this 'project', he was attracted by a 'junk advertisement'.

It really looks like a small advertisement for spicy chicken, the kind of small business card on the side of the road.

Unlimited fighting skills, one-on-one invincibility for seven days, one-on-three for half a month...

Where's blowing Nima?!

Wang Gang subconsciously wanted to turn it off, but saw a line below: I can't do a full refund...

well?

Looks like you can try it!

Although no matter how he thought about it, he thought it was bragging, but the word full refund made him feel that it seemed a little more credible.

I'll go and have a look.

He muttered: If a full refund is written in the contract, I will sign up.

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Can you fucking do it?!

Liu Yuan stood by the side of the road with a bruised nose and swollen face.

On the opposite side, my boss is not much better, with footprints all over his body. Especially the big beer belly is the hardest hit...

I invited you here to be a bodyguard, to help me block those people, not to let you come and be beaten with me!

Aren't you a fucking taekwondo master? Why did three people fucking beat you up like this?

Boss, I... give me another chance!

Get out! Do you want to have a next time? If there is another time, I will beat you up, shit!!

Liu Yuan lost his job.

Full of helplessness.

Back then, in order to be handsome, I learned Taekwondo.

As it turned out, he was nothing but handsome.

After working as a bodyguard for three months, he changed seven employers, and each time he was beaten by his employer...and then fired.

Well, in the era when all the people were martial arts, the folk customs were already tough, and there were frequent fights.

Hey, let's learn some other types of boxing, or you will starve to death if you don't get beaten to death.

Just at this time, someone on the side of the road handed out a flyer: Unlimited fighting skills, including teaching and training, 1v3 in 15 days is not a problem! You can't learn a full refund~~~

Immediately, Liu Yuan's eyes lit up.

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inside the courthouse.

The judgment of this court is as follows. The defendant's crime is established and sentenced to fixed-term imprisonment... compensate the victim...

Dogecoin!

In the dock, the defendant yelled at the plaintiff's lawyer.

I fucking remember you!

You wait for me!

The lawyer brother Zhu Jianye was sorting out the documents with a blank expression.

At night, on his way home, he was attacked by a group of hooligans, and one of his teeth was knocked out.

It's the third time.

He sat in the corner, speechless.