who ripped off the leader

Safi didn't bring Kurapika back to the Hakka-beater, he didn't know how to teach his apprentices and didn't want Kurapika to be too involved with the Hakka-beater, so he simply brought Kurapika back to the Sky Arena, On weekdays, I let Kurapika change into ordinary casual clothes and go to school to work in a photo studio by myself. On rest days, I took Kurapika to the Sky Arena to fight.

After Kurapika got off the ring, Safi briefly explained the mistakes and omissions to him. He was still patient once or twice, and scratched his hair frantically after too many times: "If you didn't promise your sister I can’t let you die, I’ve already thrown you to Meteor Street.”

Kurapika listened to the training with his head down, and waited until Safi had finished speaking before asking, "Where is Meteor Street?"

Safei glanced at him contemptuously: "If you go to Meteor Street like this, you will die and never come back. After you climb to the 200th floor, you may still have a little life on Meteor Street."

So Kurapika just kept his head on training, and in the ring, he was desperately fighting for money and force.

It really made him rise to the 150th floor in a few months.

Safi called Hisoka: "It's a pity, even if I go back now, I won't be able to see your ugly face."

"I remember the fact that you broke my arm~" Hisoka's voice was like a poisonous snake spitting out a letter, which made people shudder, "Didn't you go to help Kuroro? Why did you return to Sky Sports?"

"Well, I promised someone else to take care of a child." Safei's tone was a bit dull, "I can't say that I take him to the training site where I beat the enemy. This kid is too impulsive to be a killer, and I can't beat the enemy if I take him there. routine training."

Hisoka became interested: "Hmm~ Is it a good little fruit~?"

Safei shook his head subconsciously: "No, I have been rotten by hatred. I can only look good on the surface, but I can't be spiritually strong at all."

"Oh~" Hisoka's tone was quite regrettable, "I thought it would catch your eye, at least it's not bad, but I didn't expect it to be just rubbish..."

"It's really good to ask me to take him in, it fully meets your standards," Safei sighed, "It's a pity that he died."

The door that was ajar was completely shut.

On the second day, Kurapika on the field attacked desperately like crazy, and the audience applauded.

The banker with the betting plate came over and touched Sa Fei's arm: "Your apprentice is doing well today. Look at it like this, you can go to the 160th floor in no time, right?"

"Tsk," Safei pouted, and then took out a ring from his pocket, "I bet too."

"Hey, hey... If you pressure your apprentice to win, you won't win any money."

"No, I pressure him to lose."

Then Kurapika was actually photographed from the ring, and fell to the corner, nobody knows.

Safi took the banknotes handed over by the stunned banker, walked over to hug Kurapika, and sighed in a low voice, "It really is rubbish..."

The unconscious man frowned fiercely.

"Do you know why you lost?" Safi stood at the head of Kurapika's bed, looking at the silent little boy, "Your physical fitness is not the best, and you can go so far in such a short period of time." The higher floors are all because you dare to work hard and use your slightly better head than others to keep calculating."

Kurapika turned his head away, not looking at him.

"Tell me, where is your calm?"

"..."

"Are you not reconciled to me telling others that you are a rotten guy, and you are not reconciled to being called rubbish?"

Kurapika's eyes widened, and the color of the flames filled them again: "You know I'm listening?!"

"I'm not a trash like you." Safi curled his lips in disdain, "Do you have any dissatisfaction? If you are called a trash, you will only seek your own death and fight with others. Isn't this trash or a genius?"

Kurapika looked at Safi viciously: "If you really miss my sister so much, why didn't you let her live?"

"She sent her to die voluntarily. If she lives, maybe you won't be able to live..." Safi half-bent down, reached out and patted Kurapika's small face, jokingly said, "So, for the sister who gave her life in exchange for your survival , are you only jealous?"

Kurapika gritted his teeth: "..."

Sa Fei stood up straight with a blank face, turned and walked out: "If you want to change my evaluation, then prove that you are better than your sister. If you prove yourself, I will admit you."

A few days later, Yier fans called in dissatisfaction: "Safei, a ridiculous training schedule is waiting for you."

Safei replied lazily: "Isn't Hisoka still here?"

"Hisuo's interest in Qiya is too high, and now he has completely ignored Miji." There was a little depression in Yiermi's voice, "Miji hasn't left the room for three days, father and the others are very worried. "

"But I'm leading an apprentice~~~"

Yier fans can't refuse at all: "Either bring your apprentice back, or I will kill your apprentice-I will place the order myself."

"Okay, I'll go back right away," Safei reluctantly compromised, "How about staying with you for three months, and coming back for three months?"

"I've been beating the enemy for three months, and I've been back for one month."

"...It doesn't matter," Safi leaned back on the chair, "Then just listen to you."

So Safi only left a note and a bank account number for Kurapika and left, not even leaving a contact number.

Just like that, the little apprentice he had acquired for more than a month left him alone in the Sky Arena.

Safei's return has been warmly welcomed by all the Hakkas who beat the enemy, from the master to the servants. The joke that seems to be completely dead has really stimulated them too much. Now they only hope that this "master" can be like him. My friends made the leaps and bounds in Qiya's training, and they can also be as powerful when training Miji—at least don't let Miji continue to stay at home.

Sa Fei also lived up to expectations, and after walking around the Hakka elders who beat the enemy, he went to kick Mi Ji's door.He's not like the face-conscious parents who knocked on the door three times and then stopped regularly. When he kicked the door, he used the words on his feet-fortunately, the door hinge was strong enough, and the door panel was just embedded. Otherwise, after the door is kicked away, it will definitely hit Mi Chi who buried himself in the snacks and figures.

"Hehe~" Sa Fei stood at the door of Mi Ji's room, smiling triumphantly, "It seems that you have lived comfortably during my absence, Mi Ji Young Master~"

Miji broke out in a cold sweat: "You, you, you... didn't you take your apprentice with you?!"

Safei showed a smile that could almost scare Miji to death: "Don't tell me, Miji, aren't you also my apprentice~? How could I treat one more favorably than another~~~"

Mi Ji really wanted to call for help: "Master, Master, Master... I know I'm wrong, I really know I'm wrong..." crying bitterly.

"I know it's wrong, so do you know what to do now?"

Miji's IQ has surpassed the IQ level of previous generations of beating enemies, so he immediately understood, and leaned in front of Sa Fei to make a small fuss: "Master, it was really hard for you to come all the way, why don't I let Wutong and the others arrange it properly first?" How about a big bath for you to soak in the bubbles and stretch your muscles?"

"Stop doing this." Sa Fei dragged him out with his ridiculous clothes, "Today I will give you a welcome gift as a teacher. I will run around your main house five times, and you will not be allowed to eat if you don't finish the run... ...If you dare to pass out, hehe."

Miji: qaq help, help——

So on the dinner table, Mi Chi, who hadn't shown up for three or four days, slumped on the table like a dead dog, and all meals were served by Wutong's butler group.

Seeing that he was happy to enjoy being fed, Sa Fei winked at Wu Tong and told his subordinates to withdraw, then gently put the spoon into Mi Ji's hand, and said earnestly: "Apprentice... "

Mi Ji froze at first, then raised his eyes pitifully to look at him: "Master, Master..."

"I remember you... how old are you?"

Mi Ji was about to burst into tears: "Master, I am only nine years old this year."

"Well, you see that you are already nine years old and still need to be fed. Aren't you afraid that Curt will laugh at you?"

Curt, who was sitting on the other side of the table, immediately became the focus of everyone's attention on the table. The child glanced at them blankly, and then continued to eat calmly.

Miji: "..."

For this meal, he only ate two-thirds of his normal food intake, and it was all fed by Wutong and the others.

At night, lying on the bed, Mi Chi bit the pillow cover, tears streaming down his face: "Wuuuuuuuuuuu..." My life is so miserable...

Then the door of the room was kicked open by his master: "Apprentice, come out and do some exercises with Master~"

Mi Ji's tears flowed harder: "Master, it's already eleven o'clock..."

Sa Fei stroked his chin: "Oh, it's already eleven o'clock... Anyway, you're already awake, so let's do some exercise with Teacher Wei!"

Mi Ji couldn't even shed tears now.

Three months later, when Mi Ji saw Safei off, he grew five centimeters taller and lost ten kilograms in weight.

In just three months, he has practiced the facial paralysis skills that every generation of enemy beaters must practice. He has become a new generation of enemy beaters after his elder brother Ilmi and Curt, who is naturally expressionless. The third master of miraculous skills.

——He was very balanced in his heart, because that wayward guy Qi Ya was about to be forced into facial paralysis by Hisoka, and that guy had a worse life than himself.

Sa Fei was very grateful and said goodbye to Mi Ji with tears: "Apprentice, I will be back after being a teacher for a month, don't miss me too much."

The joke is concise and to the point: "It's easy to go, don't send it off."

"Master, I know that you miss me...Master, I will really come back on time!" Sa Fei couldn't get out of the drama completely.

"I wish you die outside." Mi Ji said, turned and left.

Sa Fei wiped his face: "As expected of my apprentice."