"Here it cos." Zhang Feng, with nothing better to do, asked again, "Have you ever practiced boxing?"
"Oh?" Chef Sun looked at Zhang Feng in surprise, "You know about that? Really? We’ve t about five or six tis now, but it’s the first ti I’m hearing you talk about this."
"Know a little." Zhang Feng, not in the best shape now, didn’t want to exaggerate, "Practiced when I was young, and I noticed you’ve practiced too, but wasn’t sure, so I never asked."
"Practicing is good." Chef Sun shook his head, then asked, "Do you know about the Gourt Association?"
"Gourt Association?" Zhang Feng glanced at Chef Sun, "What’s that?"
"It’s full of people who can fight." Chef Sun clenched his fist, "It’s considered a gathering place for martial arts enthusiasts and gourt lovers in our province."
"Sounds good." Zhang Feng asked, "If I want to join the Gourt Association, what’s the process?"
Since there’s martial arts, Zhang Feng wanted to check it out.
See what kind of experts the world has.
"You?" Chef Sun looked at Zhang Feng with doubt, then sized up Zhang Feng’s build.
Zhang Feng was just 1.7 ters tall, looking sowhat slim.
Chef Sun glanced a few more tis, then shook his head and said, "Old Zhang, you should stick to driving your car. With a physique like yours, you won’t make it into the Gourt Association.
Even , look at ."
Chef Sun patted his round belly, "Even I with my good physique can’t get in."
"Is it because I’m not fat enough?" Zhang Feng questioned.
"Co on! Fat? This is called being strong!" Chef Sun first rebutted, then rubbed his belly and said, "Truthfully, even though I’m sturdily built, my kung fu isn’t sufficient.
The kung fu I’m talking about isn’t cooking skills or eating skills either."
He looked at Zhang Feng again, clenched his fist and waved it in front of Zhang Feng, "To enter the Gourt Association, you must be able to fight first.
Because the Gourt Association holds an ’Big Eaters Free Competition’ every year.
The big eaters, they’re all muscular big guys, each strong and with a massive appetite.
You know, during the competition, what if these big guys suddenly don’t want to compete and rush over to beat up the judges?
Afterwards, if they take down all the judges, wouldn’t they be able to take the gold dal without competing?"
"..." Zhang Feng was dumbstruck, wondering whether this was a legit competition and association?
But seeing Chef Sun’s expression as if this was perfectly normal.
Zhang Feng didn’t ask this question, instead he asked another, "What qualifications are needed to join the Gourt Association?
Is it so level of strength required, or do you have to fight with so sort of interviewers?"
If fighting is involved, Zhang Feng felt that if he trained for a bit longer, with the boost of fierce animals, in a month he could enhance his body’s constitution sowhat.
Conservatively estimated to reach 19, 20.
Plus his knowledge and experience, it should be enough for the Second-level World.
"You definitely need to fight." Chef Sun straightforwardly stated, "There’s a test inside, you’ll know when you go."
Chef Sun pointed to the restaurant in the back,
"Go find the people at the counter, they’ll tell you the test location."
"Great, thanks." Zhang Feng said and briskly walked away, "Call after unloading the goods, I’ll co back to move the car."
Finished speaking, Zhang Feng headed to the restaurant front door.
Looking inside through the glass door, there weren’t many custors, but the food on their tables was substantial.
The restaurant lived up to its na as Big Eater — big appetites.
Zhang Feng was tempted by what he saw but then rembered the food he brought with him from the car.
If he eats here, the food in the car could spoil from being left out, that would be a pity.
"I’ll co back soti for a al here.
Although I’ve been through here several tis, I’ve never indulged in eating here." Zhang Feng thought to himself, glanced at the restaurant, and prepared to go to the counter.
But as he walked,
Zhang Feng noticed a man not far away wearing a fashionable leather jacket.
Estimating his height to be about 1.78 ters, round face, dium build.
At first glance, not handso, quite ordinary, but undeniably ’trendy’.
This trendiness was completely out of step with this era, an air of distinction.
And having experienced many worlds and t many people, Zhang Feng could imdiately tell this person was definitely not from this world!
"Is he an invader?"
Zhang Feng pondered, considering his many resurrections, he confidently walked towards him without worry.
Moreover, the words said communication was possible, so ti to see what this Hall of Space-Ti is about.
"Why is that native guy always looking at ? Could it be..." The round-faced man, noticing Zhang Feng glance at him and then approach him, felt alert, "Could this middle-aged man be one of the other reincarnators from the hall?
That can’t be, in the worlds I’ve traversed, although I’ve encountered many at the sa ti, this person was definitely not among them.
His steps don’t follow any pattern, and he really doesn’t seem to have practiced martial arts."
After a few seconds of thought.
Seeing Zhang Feng walking straight towards him, literally looking for him.
The round-faced man thought through his options and didn’t dare risk it, fearing an enemy might have found him, suddenly stood up from his seat, pulled out a gun from his waist, and rhythmically pulled the trigger.
"Are the invaders just this straightforward?"
Bang bang—
Shots fired.
Zhang Feng’s mind raced back, looking at Chef Sun before him.
"You want to enter the Gourt Association?"
"Not anymore." Zhang Feng, in a bad mood, took a cigarette from his pocket and lit it, "I have sothing more important to do later."
"What thing?" Chef Sun inquired.
Zhang Feng didn’t answer, just watched others unloading goods.
After a few minutes passed, they were done unloading.
Zhang Feng took the keys from his belt and walked towards his truck.
(Please pay attention when reversing... Please pay attention when reversing...)
He reversed the truck out.
Zhang Feng drove to the opposite direction of the restaurant.
There’s a gun on the other side; it’s not easy to handle.
If he called the police, and the other party has sothing valuable, it might not be his.
After thinking it over, Zhang Feng finally looked at his old partner.
The 8-ter truck.
More than 20 years of driving experience.
They won’t betray him.
Rely on yourself whenever possible, not on others.
Then, Zhang Feng just stayed there.
Being idle anyway.
Zhang Feng also started to eat.
About a few minutes later, the round-faced man finished eating, hailed a cab from the roadside, and headed towards the outskirts.
Zhang Feng stuffed the unfinished bun into his mouth, shifted gears with one hand, held the steering wheel with the other, and silently followed.
...
He ran, Zhang Feng pursued.
When they reached the outskirts.
A hundred ters away, the taxi stopped, and the round-faced man got off, seeming to want to do sothing there.
Beep beep—
The taxi went straight back to the city, without staying in the wilderness.
These days, on desolate roads, no one’s stopping cars to make money, perhaps the only one stopping is a highway robber extorting for money.
At the sa ti.
Zhang Feng watched from a distance, after waiting for a few cars nearby to pass by.
At this mont, there were no vehicles in front or behind on the road.
Zhang Feng didn’t honk or use the turn signal and directly slamd hard on the accelerator!
Vroom—
The truck sped up quickly and headed straight for the back of the round-faced man!
At that mont, the round-faced man heard the car behind, frowned, and looked back.
"Damn it! Do the natives in this world drive without watching?"
He cursed under his breath and dodged to the right.
But then.
He was horrified to see the truck veering in his direction.
"Is he really going to hit ?"
Thud!
A dull thud sounded.
The round-faced man was sent flying by the speeding truck, and the front of the truck dented a bit.
Crack, his handgun was knocked away, landing outside the road.
"Bullseye."
Zhang Feng felt a rush of satisfaction and slowly pressed down on the brake.
(Please pay attention when reversing...)
He aligned with the target on the ground using the rearview mirror.
Thud thud...
The car slightly bumped twice.
Zhang Feng felt he should be dead, so he got out to check and found the round-faced man’s body twisted, but he wasn’t dead, rather his eyes showed confusion and resentnt.
However, he was barely breathing.
’After all, it’s murder, and there’s still ti in this world, better clean up.’
Thinking this, Zhang Feng rolled up his sleeves, preparing to destroy the evidence.
But the next second, the person suddenly vanished, even the bloodstains on the ground disappeared.
In the dead of night, faced with such a bizarre situation, an event that could drive a normal person insane.
Zhang Feng thought about it and felt it was great, at least he didn’t have to clean up.
...
A minute later.
In another part of the province under the neon lights.
In a small alley.
[You were killed by a native in this world]
The figure of the round-faced man gradually appeared here.
At the sa ti, his face carried confusion, anger, and more heartbreak.
"Damn it! I was actually killed by a native?
I not only lost my gun, but I also lost a Legendary resurrection item!
This was a hard-earned treasure!
Especially... Especially... After hitting , he even reversed over , and after that, he calmly got out of the car, intending to destroy the evidence?
What the hell?!
Is he even human? Doesn’t he have even a little empathy?"
The round-faced man felt both terrified and gritted his teeth, "He C3657, that middle-aged guy, I’ll rember you! Don’t let catch you!"
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