Chapter 12 What Is Your Battle.net ID?

"Drip, the recognition is valid, junior VIP—Your Excellency Harry, please enter." A familiar electronic female voice came, and Mu Fan, who had keen hearing, stopped moving, and the power hammer, which was doing chopping movements, stopped steadily on the load-bearing platform for five minutes. At centimeters, the heavy mass brings oppressive airflow that spreads out in waves.

"What, fat brother, I am the junior VIP? Are you kidding me? I want to send a message to Uncle Wu!" The fat man who had already raised one foot became angry for no reason when he heard the electronic sound. Is someone with status okay? As a master of silver 1 star in the field of PO Battle.net fantasy department, and as a self-proclaimed fashion pioneer in the class of aristocratic colleges, how come this is the only treatment you get when you come to the martial arts gym for the first time.

"I'm sorry sir, since you didn't mention your identity when you made the reservation, and you didn't show the membership card of this martial arts gym, so you can only book the junior VIP training room at most. I'm sorry for the inconvenience caused, please understand." The waitress who had just swiped the Alloy Gate ID card hurriedly bowed and apologized after hearing this.

Seeing the friendly attitude of the pleasing waitress in front of me, the kindness of the pacifist fat broke out again, as if he shouldn't yell at the beautiful woman, "Forget it, I will make up a high-level VIP later, what do you need? Let my butler contact you."

I'm simply too kind, the fat man stepped into the door of the training room as he thought to himself.

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In VIP training room No. 9 on the second floor, two people are staring at each other.

Mu Fan had just come out of the strength training room, and the broken hair on his forehead was tightly attached to his skin under the action of sweat. Although he stood there quietly, his eyes were fixed on the fat man in front of him like a leopard.

The fat man had no expression on his face, his eyelids didn't move, and he still kept a movement of putting Tianxun on the wooden shelf beside him. Just kidding, as soon as I came in and raised my head, I saw this kid standing there like a ghost staring at me, he would be so scary that he would die, okay?

"Who are you?" In the end, Fatty couldn't stand the atmosphere and opened his mouth ahead of time. Following his opening, the tense atmosphere in the room instantly calmed down.

"Mu Fan, training partner." Mu Fan looked at the fat man in front of him, cherishing words like gold.

"Phew, fat brother scared me to death. I thought it was someone who didn't deal with me and sent someone to punish me. Wait for me to come back. I'll go and change my clothes first." With a sigh of relief, he hung up his coat, picked up a high-end blue training suit and walked to the dressing room beside him.

"What kind of sparring method? I think you are far different from Fat Brother and I. Don't be impatient." The fat man is standing in front of Mu Fan at the moment. Although he is not as tall as Mu Fan, his chin and fat The body shape of the three circles is also quite imposing.

"You fight, I'll defend." Mu Fan was still concise and to the point, the caution revealed in his eyes was obviously a deep sense of guard against the fat man in front of him. During the meal, the big man said that he must have a big appetite. Just looking at the body shape, you can tell that the appetite is not small, so I can't help but not pay attention to it.

In an instant, the fat man's eyes lit up! This little brother understands me very well, the deep sense of guard in his eyes is obviously the look in his eyes when he saw the bullies in the class in the fighting class! Did he also see that the fat brother is actually a master!

"Cough, cough" the fat man coughed hard, tucked his chin and put on a dignified look, "You can also see that this young master is actually a master of secrets, right? Let's do two tricks." The fat man who decided to warm up first walked towards the fighting ring inside with his hands behind his back. He felt more and more like a master in his heart. Seeing the thin and weak opponent on the other side, he should strike lightly.

"Do you know that I am already a master of the 8th level at a young age? Don't worry, I will do it lightly." For Harry's father, who was afraid of his child's thinness since he was a child, he used high-tech genetic training technology and The expensive nutrition store piled up fat people from level 5 to level 8, which is justified.

Mu Fan nodded, stepped into the arena with a brisk stride, picked up the boxing target on the side, put it on his arm, and bowed into a good posture.

Fatty also nodded in satisfaction, this kind of vigor as if facing a formidable enemy is suitable for this young master! For this attitude, it deserves a reward! Give him a tip of 500! That's just the maintenance cost of Fat Brother's "Lemon Balloon" for one night.

Fatty also stepped into the arena, and the airflow produced by the two hundred catties of meat hitting the ground was different from the airflow produced by Mu Fan's body.

"Hey! Ha!" Fatty shook his arms and legs. He was tired after sitting on the levitation car for a long time. Now he was going to teach this little brother an unforgettable lesson. Don't worry, I won't do anything serious! "

"Aha!" The fat man swung his arms, turned his body halfway, and then punched out, the fat all over his body trembled and stretched in the opposite direction.

After the short sound of "Boom", there was a burst of howls like killing a pig, "It hurts me to death!" Mu Fan looked at the fat man who forgot to wear his gloves with a speechless face. Feel the impact.

"Haven't you eaten?" Mu Fan thought that the fat man had no energy because he hadn't eaten enough, so he asked kindly.

The fat man, who was jumping up and down with his fists in his arms, turned red instantly, feeling that his personality had been seriously insulted, and he was actually laughed at by a training partner. So gritted his teeth, the fat man took a pair of gloves from the side and put them on, then lowered his head and swung his fist again.

"Ah heh!" No accident, Mu Fan, who didn't even defeat Jeff and Mankun, was even less likely to be knocked down by the fat man. The fat man, who thought he had put in a lot of effort, looked up and saw that the punch target stood motionless in front of him. Mu Fan's eyes were not guarded at the moment, they were full of curiosity.

The fat man's face turned blood red again, and he punched and punched, and then he stretched his legs and gasped for breath. He raised his head to see that Mu Fan was still standing there quietly, motionless, but his eyes had lost curiosity and turned into a kind of affirmation.

He must have had enough to eat! Mu Fan thought firmly in his heart.

"Boy, why did you come to be a sparring partner!?" The fat man had no strength to fight, he felt that this kid would definitely do it on purpose, to trick him.

"I want to make money to buy an optical brain." Mu Fan replied without any hesitation.

"What?" At this age, even I can't do anything with my strength, so I shouldn't be just a training partner.

"I'll give you a 500 tip, do you want it?" The fat man suddenly stood up and asked seriously.

"Think about it!" Mu Fan also showed no hesitation or any embarrassment.

"Stand still, let me knock you down with one punch." The fat man saw Mu Fan's eyes suddenly go blank, so he punched out.

At this moment, Mu Fan, who was thinking that Fatty is a good person, fell down very cooperatively, and even exerted force with his feet, directly in the air as if he was being knocked into the air, and then fell heavily on the ground.

"Professional!" The fat man was dumbfounded. "I'll settle the bill for you when I go out later."

"Thank you!" Mu Fan, who stood up, immediately thanked him. This sincere expression must not be faked.

The fat man stroked his chin, which had not yet grown a beard, and asked suddenly.

"What's your PO Battle.net ID?"