In the dim room, Mo Fan covered his head and sat up from the sofa. He landed on his feet and knocked down the wine bottle next to him, making a series of crisp collision sounds.
The surroundings were filled with the smell of alcohol, and he was feeling dizzy and nauseated. He was obviously suffering from a hangover.
"How could these idiots get me drunk and throw it into the garbage dump after they agreed on a celebration party?"
Mo Fan glanced around with disgust, stood up staggeringly, and followed the smell to find the toilet.
Standing in front of the sink covered with rust and mold, he looked at the unfamiliar face in the mirror and was stunned.
Who is this?
A wave of dizziness a hundred times stronger than a hangover hit him, causing him to vomit into the sink.
While he was vomiting, a memory that didn't belong to him flashed through him like a lantern.
After vomiting all the gastric juice together with the low-quality wine, he understood the current situation.
He traveled through time.
The world he traveled through was called Blue Star. Since the extraterrestrial war six hundred years ago, the concept of country has disappeared.
The entire planet is managed by the Federation and controlled by large corporations.
The victory of the extraterrestrial war has caused technological development to explode like a spurt.
It’s just that powerful technology and productivity have not brought about improvements in the quality of life.
The gap between rich and poor is widening at a much faster rate than the growth of technology.
Coupled with the deterioration of the surface environment, ordinary people's lives have become even more difficult.
Especially ordinary people in small places.
He is currently located in the northern region of the Fourth District of the Federation, in Yefeng Town, north of West City. He is a standard young man from a small town.
Like most small town residents, if his life was shit, the dog would shake its head.
The incompletely purified water source, the air containing hundreds of impurities and toxins, and the food with extremely low nutrition caused his mother to suffer from a rare terminal illness just after her twenty-eighth birthday. It was so rare that he could Named after his mother.
But in a sense, this is not a bad thing. After becoming a single parent, he became more social at school and no longer suffered constant bullying because of his two parents.
In order to repay the debt he owed for medical treatment and raise him, his father risked his life and entered the wilderness outside federal control and became a member of the wilderness engineering team.
Relying on the salary earned from high-risk jobs, the family can barely survive, but the reason why high-risk jobs are called high-risk is because of their risk.
Just like a Russian roulette game that never ends, as long as you don't leave the game, you will always win.
Just last month, the engineering team encountered a herd of mutant beasts.
All the team members were turned into bloody remains, including the predecessor's father.
The scene was so tragic that the identity of the remains could only be identified by relying on work nameplates.
Mo Fan looked at himself in the mirror and sighed, what a sad story.
The cause of sadness was not the death of my predecessor’s father.
His father is 48 years old this year. Not to mention Yefeng Town, even in West City where the average life expectancy is 42 years old, he can still be called a birthday boy.
The source of sadness is that the engineering team is irregular and is a small construction team without licenses and qualifications.
Due to illegal operation, the insurance company refused to pay the claim.
Mo Fan, who has just turned 20, not only cannot receive compensation, but also has to repay the debt left by his father.
Otherwise, his home will be forcibly taken back, and he will be driven out of Yefeng Town and become a refugee in the wilderness.
He washed his face and showed a charming smile in the mirror.
If you take a picture of the image in the mirror and put it on the big screen in the square, saying that it is an endorsement of a luxury product, there is absolutely nothing wrong with it.
Fortunately, the original owner's parents left him with a good foundation. As long as he puts down his figure, he can earn a living just by relying on his face.
Returning to the living room, as soon as he sat down on the sofa, he saw a work permit on the table.
"Big Bird Bar Work Permit"
"Name: Mo Fan"
"Age: 20"
"Position: Striptease Cowherd (Internship)"
Looking at his work permit, he remembered.
The predecessor became the hottest new employee in town because he was handsome, had a good figure, and fit the name of the company.
Tonight is his rookie debut, and work will start on time at 10:30.
The manager who was interviewing was afraid that he wouldn't let go, so he specially brought him three bottles of watered-down bad wine and four cans of beer, saying that when he was drunk, he would stop thinking and get into a state of mind.
Judging from the extent of his vomiting just now, the effect is significant.
Fuck, he was still conservative, his front body was lower than his figure.
He just wanted to find a rich woman to eat soft food. His predecessor was going to eat hundreds of meals.
Have courage.
He rubbed his brows, feeling a bit fucked up at the beginning.
The last time he was so worried was the first time he entered the black boxing ring.
Worrying about killing the opponent's ace thug with one punch, the opponent's boss will turn over the table because he loses face.
Just when he was worried, the thin door was kicked open.
An old leather boot reached into the room. The toe of the shoe swayed from side to side twice, then it was adjusted to a suitable angle and slowly fell down.
The next moment, three or four gangsters with thin bodies and colorfully dyed hair walked into the room.
They carried bats and steel pipes in their hands, and pistols were slanted on their loose belts.
Mo Fan put down his hand and calmly held the wine bottle on the ground.
In his previous life, he had been in the underground world, working as a killer, a mercenary, and a black boxer. He was active in various areas with chaotic law and order, and had gained quite a reputation.
Those places are wild and backward, but most of them are rich in resources and are coveted by major multinational companies.
When companies have conflicts but don't want to cause too much trouble, they will hire black boxers like him to decide the outcome on behalf of their employers in the ring.
His record in the ring is 35 wins and 0 losses. Whether his opponent can walk out of the ring alive depends on his mood.
Although he has not cultivated the so-called internal strength, he cannot go up to the sky or the earth like in martial arts novels. It hurts even if he is cut by a knife, and he will die even if he is hit by a bullet.
But it is not difficult to demolish a house with bare hands and dodge bullets with your body.
At the moment, he doesn't have any fighting skills, but with his rich combat experience, it won't be a big problem to kill a few gun-wielding gangsters.
He raised his eyes and looked at a few people.
"Is something wrong?"
Several gangsters were startled by his momentum and collectively took two steps back, thinking they had kicked the wrong door.
After seeing Mo Fan's face clearly, they all breathed a sigh of relief and regained their arrogance.
The leader, Lu Mao, couldn't lose face, picked up a baseball bat and smashed a chair, shouting:
"Little brat, why are you pretending to be stupid? Just collect the bill!"
Mo Fan frowned slightly and looked at the gangsters carefully.
He found the same tattoos on several people, and the tattoo pattern was a bloody skull.
In my memory, the bleeding skull is the symbol of the Blood and Bones Gang, a small local gang in Yefeng Town.
They are indeed creditors.
Faced with debts that are difficult to recover, banks will sell the debts to local gangs, who will come to collect the debts.
Gangs don't have so many scruples when doing things, and they never worry about meeting old gangsters.
No money?
Those who have the money will pay for it with their flesh, and those who don’t have the money will take it apart and pay for it in pieces.
The one who bought his family's debt was the Blood and Bone Gang.
The strong dragon will not suppress the local snake, so he suppressed his temper for the time being.
"It's only the beginning of the month. Don't we only collect money at the end of the month?"
Lu Mao's brain was not very bright. Hearing Mo Fan's words, he was stunned. He was silent for a while and then suddenly remembered something.
"It's not a collection, it's an invitation. My boss is here to invite me."
"Please me?"
"Yes! Didn't you join the Big Bird Bar? Our boss said hello to the bar manager. Your first show will be moved to next week. The boss will help you open the first one tonight. As long as the service is in place, this month's money will be free. Yes, I can reduce your interest for three months."
Mo Fan was stunned. If he remembered correctly, the leader of the Blood Bone Gang was a man.
No, he remembered something else wrong.
He took a few deep breaths to calm down the urge to kill.
"I know, I have something to do now, and I will go find you tonight."
His tone was two points lower, and his tone was unquestionable.
Lu Mao had never seen this kind of momentum before, and was immediately frightened.
Saying "Nine o'clock in the evening, don't be late", he took his younger brothers and left.
The murmurs of the gangsters could be vaguely heard outside the door.
"Boss, didn't the boss say to take people back now?"
Lu Mao: "The boss said he would take people back at nine o'clock. We are already early."
"Does that mean our trip was in vain?"
"Not satisfied? Then take him away."
"Oh, that's okay, let him go by himself and save us the trouble."
Listening to the sound of the locomotive outside, Mo Fan slowly came to the kitchen, picked out a few knives and started sharpening them.
Experience in the world told him not to provoke local snakes, so after Lu Mao and his party kicked in the door and entered the house, they could still stand and talk to him.
But there is a bottom line for tolerance.
If he were an ordinary Cowherd, he could make a fortune without relying on his reputation based on his rich experience and skills in his previous life.
But TM Big Bird Bar has no taboo on meat and vegetables, and it’s not just rich women who are welcome!
He can sell his body for a living, but not his butt.
Therefore, these people from the Blood and Bone Gang must die.
While sharpening the knife, he searched his memory for information about the Blood and Bone Gang.
The Blood and Bones Gang has hundreds of members and a large number of firearms.
The five core combat members of the organization are equipped with old-fashioned prosthetics and are known as the Five Blood and Bone Ghosts.
There were hundreds of people, armed with guns and prosthetics, and it seemed like he couldn't kill them all with just a few kitchen knives.
Unfortunately, the gun at home was taken away to pay off a debt last month.
Things would be much better if there were more efficient weapons, or if he could restore his previous body.
My previous body...
Before……
By the way, why did he travel through time?
Whether it was because the hangover symptoms were lessening or because he was gradually adapting to his new body, he began to recall what happened before the time travel.
That night, he won a battle for his boss and won a billion-dollar project.
The boss said that he would hold a celebration banquet for him, and after the banquet, he took out an ancient book.
He said it was a mysterious boxing manual bought from an antique shop. I hope he likes it.
The name of the boxing manual is very strange, it is called Dayan Body Refining Method.
The contents recorded in the book are so mysterious that they are more like cultivating immortals than boxing manuals.
He didn't pay much attention that night. After falling asleep, he saw a hollow-like door in his dream.
Walking through the door, I woke up and traveled through time.
The reason for traveling seems to be in that ancient book.
Thinking of this, his expression flickered, and he vaguely saw an ancient book in his mind.
The cover of the book is written with the Dayan Body Refining Method.
The moment he noticed the ancient book, a mental technique appeared in his mind out of thin air.
The previously obscure content in the book now becomes easy to understand.
He didn't know how long it took in his consciousness, but less than a minute in reality before he understood the content of Dayan's body training method.
This is really the method of cultivating immortals.
The technique is mysterious, but there is a special power in the book that helps him understand.
Practicing the exercises is not difficult, but here comes the problem. Practicing requires spiritual energy.
He tried to sense it and found that the world he was in now did not have the aura of heaven and earth in the novel.
There are methods of practice but no spiritual energy.
This is no different from giving him a button to detonate a nuclear bomb, but the bomb has not been built.
What's the use of you?
Perhaps he was dissatisfied with his underestimation, but when he tried to feel the spiritual energy for the second time, he actually felt the spiritual energy.
It's just that the source of the spiritual energy is not in the surrounding world, but in another room.
