League of Legends

Chapter 7 Wesley Onboarding

Every industry has rules, or in other words, has its own threshold, not to say that if you think you can do it, you can do it.

This is even more so in the assassin business.

You think you can be an assassin, who would believe it, which assassin organization would dare to hand over the order to a fledgling brat.

Not even if your father is called a cross.

so……

In Baker's eyes, Wesley is just a little brat. Do you really think that if someone says you are a natural assassin, you can do it and then you can float away?

I think when Baker was in Chicago, in order to save this training step, he directly killed the family assassins of the three major families in Chicago, and then some of them who had experienced the ambush of the three major families entered the assassin organization for the first time.

When Wesley first entered the interior of the textile factory, he was shocked by the hundreds of textile machines that were placed separately and then started.

even.

When he saw Sloan, he said loudly: "Hey, it's amazing, ha, is this a cover?"

The black question mark on Sloan's face: "What pretense?"

Baker, who was sipping coffee in the noisy restaurant upstairs, looked at Sloan, who was about to kill, smiled and asked, "How much did Sloan pay this brat."

The fox sitting next to him and eating bacon and eggs lightly said, "One hundred thousand."

Baker clicked his tongue.

Only one hundred thousand US dollars can make this little kid float like this. If you give this little kid 100 million dollars, wouldn't it just fly straight up?

soon.

Sloane came to the restaurant first, and Wesley came to the restaurant behind.

Wesley said whether you are a sweater maker or a murderer, and the atmosphere of talking and laughing in the restaurant disappeared directly.

The assassins holding a 50.00% commission in the restaurant looked at each other.

Who is this idiot?

A fool ran to the assassin's base camp and asked if the assassins were assassins?

This is not a problem.

This is a proposition.

If these assassins hadn't seen that this idiot was brought in by factory director Sloan, Wesley would never have seen the sun the next day.

Sloane made himself coffee at the coffee machine.

Wesley looked around the restaurant, and then noticed Fox and Baker sitting at the same table.

next second.

When Wesley saw the black-haired Baker with an indifferent expression, his panic attack suddenly had the tendency to attack again.

"You shouldn't talk about such a heavy topic when you're drinking coffee." Sloan walked over to Baker's table with a coffee cup in his hand, and looked at Wesley, who stood there and felt more and more like a clown, expressionlessly. Said, "Are you sure you're ready for this?"

Silly Wesley was relieved and heaved a sigh of relief: "Yes, I... I can't turn back, it's impossible to go back to my original life."

Sloane stared at Wesley with his deep eyes.

quite a while.

Sloan looked at the fox: "He's yours now."

The fox nodded, glanced at Baker next to him and invited, "Together?"

Baker wanted to shake his head, but thinking that there seemed to be nothing to do today, he simply nodded.

Moreover, he was a monk halfway through, so he had never seen the real process of cultivating an assassin, so seeing it could be regarded as enriching his knowledge base.

"Tinker!" Baker stood up and shouted at the tinker who was standing by the vending machine.

The tinker came back to his senses: "Here we come."

After half an hour.

Wesley sat on a chair with a curious expression. In front of him was a tinkerer wearing a red-gold shirt with sharp water chestnuts.

Baker and the fox stood against the wall with their arms folded.

"what……"

Baker yawned, and he began to doubt whether his decision to come over to watch the training was right or wrong.

"Hello……"

Tinker introduced himself to Wesley while removing the bandage on his right hand: "My name is Tinker."

Stupid Wesley asked naively: "What are you fixing?"

"Bad habits for a lifetime."

"……All right."

"Can you do me a favor?"

"of course."

"Put your hands behind the chair."

"Uh……"

"nothing."

"I do not know."

Wesley looked at the fox with his hands in his pockets against the wall in confusion. He wanted to ask the fox for help, but the fox and Baker were whispering to each other with their heads down.

Baker caught Wesley's eyes glancing up.

Once again Wesley felt like his panic attacks had gone wrong.

Baker glanced at the side and his eyes were light. Looking at Wesley was like looking at a fox of a tool man. He couldn't figure it out. He was as proud as a fox.

Men can do poorly, but there is only one thing that men can't bear. If he can bear this, then he is not a man.

green hat.

As long as it is a man, as long as that man has a little blood, he can be humiliated by his crotch, but he can never be humiliated by a cuckold.

Baker and the fox are not lovers, but friends. After all, when Baker just came to New York to join the [Brotherhood], Baker was once taken on a mission by the fox.

So even if they are not lovers, but have a relationship between teachers and friends, Baker absolutely does not want the fox to repeat the same mistakes.

There are so many men with submissive personalities in the world, why bother to find a wretch, and even lose his life for this wretch?

does it worth?

not worth it.

Baker thought so.

By the time Wesley recovered from Baker's cold gaze, his hands had already been tied behind the chair by the tinker.

Wesley felt that something was wrong, but under the tinker's caring words, he gradually forgot the anxiety.

Seeing this, the fox walked up to Wesley, smiled slightly, and said softly, "Why did you come here, Wesley?"

Wesley was taken aback for a moment, then smiled: "You brought me here, have you forgotten?"

The words just fell.

Bang.

Wesley's face was hit hard by the tinkerer, and in an instant, the bridge of Wesley's nose broke instantly.

"what……"

"Watfark, why are you..."

"Oh!"

"what!"

"boom!"

After the tinker's three punches, Wesley, whose face was covered in blood, passed out from the pain and started counting sheep.

soon.

Two assassins without a code name came in, untied Wesley's rope, and then one raised his head and the other lifted his feet to transport Wesley towards the pig slaughterhouse.

The fox glanced at Baker and then walked over.

The tinker moved his right hand, grabbed the towel on the side cabinet and wiped Wesley's blood.

Baker walked over: "How much force did you use?"

"Eight floors."

Baker raised his eyebrows: "Aren't you afraid to beat him to death?"

The tinker smiled and said to Baker, "This idiot is thinking about the fox. I'm helping you. Who doesn't know that the fox belongs to you."

Baker glanced at the tinker.

did not speak.

……

(End of this chapter)