Saint Seiya Star Marvel

Chapter 57 A Sand Sculpture

"Don't you need a little protection? You know, it's safer to put on a layer."

In the middle of the field, a young man named Wilson raised his head and smiled while exercising his fists and feet.

Le Xia didn't want to wear protection at first, he likes the texture of direct contact, and being beaten can help improve his physical fitness, but in order to prevent customers from hitting him and being bruised, he still held up two hands Target, clapped in hand.

"Okay, come on!"

Wilson shook his head, but didn't say anything more. After putting on his gloves, he attacked Le Xia.

Although Le Xia said that he would not fight back, Wilson did not use all his strength at first, but tested Le Xia's strength with a jab.

Snapped!There was a crisp sound when the glove hit the target, and Wilson was surprised to find that Le Xia's arm didn't move at all.

"No wonder you dare to do this business, it's a good job!" Wilson laughed, "Then I'm welcome!"

After finishing speaking, Wilson's face became serious in an instant, and his aura suddenly changed. From a cynical young man, he became a downhill tiger. Every punch was heavy and attacking Le Xia's body from a tricky angle. Every drop points to the point.

Clap, clap, the sound of fists being hit on the target kept ringing in the room. This Wilson had obviously practiced, and his offense was very methodical, obviously not the kind of bastard punches of street gangsters.

Speaking of which, Wilson's routine is a bit similar to the previous female killer Maki Matsumoto, there are not too many fancy moves, and every blow is aimed at the vital point.

This is not an ordinary fighting skill, but a killing skill.

From the aura exuding from Wilson's body, Le Xia could tell that he was definitely someone with blood on his hands.

However, he is obviously different from Maki Matsumoto. He is less like a killer and more like a soldier who has been on the battlefield.

Le Xia observed while resisting. Wilson's skills are good, but he is only the limit of ordinary people's physical fitness. His comprehensive attack power is comparable to that of Yoshioka Nobu, and even worse than Matsumoto Maki, so it didn't cause too much damage to Le Xia. Big trouble.

When you are busy, time always passes quickly. With the sound of crackling, 10 minutes passed quickly. Wilson was still a little unsatisfied, but Le Xia suddenly took a step back and stretched out his hand to stop.

"Sorry, the time is up, do you want to add an hour? Boss."

Looking at the relaxed Le Xia, Wilson shook his head helplessly, "No, you are amazing, I can't beat you."

Le Xia smiled and clapped his hands, "That's a pity, but in the future, as long as you need it, you can come here at any time."

Wilson struggled to take off the gloves on his hands, and said with a smile, "I think your skills are very good. If you want me to introduce you to a job, you will definitely earn more than you run this excrement club here. .”

"It's a decompression club, not an excretion club, thank you," Le Xia corrected Wilson's words again.

"Also, is the work you mentioned illegal?"

Wilson shrugged. "As long as no one knows you did it, it's not illegal."

"Okay, I understand," Le Xia nodded, Wilson's statement has already admitted in disguise what he said, it is not a legitimate job, at least not a bodyguard security.

"Although this decompression club can't make a lot of money, as long as it can be opened, it is enough for my current life, so I can only thank you for your kindness."

As if he had expected Le Xia to be the answer, Wilson shrugged indifferently, "It seems that you don't like the job I introduced, so would you entertain people who do my job?"

"Give me money?" Le Xia asked back.

Wilson nodded, "Of course, why not."

Turning his head and walking to the wall, Le Xia sat down on the floor, watching his nose, nose, mouth, and mouth.

He had already made up his mind that no matter what Wilson said, he would stop answering, lest he couldn't help but beat him to death.

Wilson was not in a hurry, but lay down in the center of the gymnasium honestly, "Although your place is remote, it is also very clean, especially your floor, which is more comfortable than my bed..."

Wilson was talking, and his voice gradually became quieter. When Le Xia realized something was wrong and looked up, he found that he had fallen asleep with his eyes closed, and fell asleep.

Is this guy a sand sculpture?You really have a big heart, so you're not afraid that I'll open his backyard while he's asleep?
Pooh!For such an upright person like Brother, it is naturally impossible to do such a shameless thing, but having said that, this guy still has a good eye, and he can see clearly that Brother is an upright person at a glance. Just pay the room fee... $50 an hour.

Le Xia decided not to care about this inexplicable Wilson, but continued to sit and wait for the second customer to come to the door.

However, at night, when Wilson woke up from a sleepless night, no second customer came in.

This made Le Xia doubt life. Could it be that he was doomed not to be able to eat the food of the gymnasium?No one learns to teach others to beat others, and no one comes to find someone to beat oneself. Do you really want to go out and beat others to make money?

"Ah!" Wilson suddenly screamed after waking up, breaking the silence.

"Oops, oops!" Wilson glanced at the watch on his wrist, stood up anxiously, and ran towards the door while arranging his clothes, "Oops, I overslept again, I should be late for school, I can't Have breakfast, see you in the evening, bye!"

Bang!Looking at the slammed door, Le Xia's brows couldn't help but twitch.

This guy, this is to escape the house fee, so he ran so fast.

The room fee of $150 for three hours of sleep, don’t let me touch you next time, or if you don’t pay the $300, I’ll beat you to the point where you can’t take care of yourself.

(End of this chapter)