It was half past five in the morning, the sky was gray, and the street lights on Sifang Street were not yet extinguished.
It was June, and although summer had already begun, Yefeng Town was located in the north, with a large temperature difference between day and night. There was still a layer of frost on the ground in the early morning, and the gang members wandering the streets were all wearing cotton-padded clothes.
In front of Ruyi's office, Mo Fan was shirtless and practicing a set of boxing techniques.
The boxing technique he practices is called Killing Fist, which is a fighting technique created by the organization in his previous life and is a blend of the essence of various fighting techniques from around the world.
Each killing fist move is concise and capable, directly attacking the vital point. It is intended to kill the target in the most efficient and fast way. Each move has been practiced thousands of times by the organized killers.
As a required course for organized killers, killing fist is not only a killing technique, but also a method of physical training.
Mo Fan is practicing the Killing Fist at this moment, just to use it to get familiar with and master his body.
He was naked on the upper body and wore shorts on the lower body. Not only did he not feel cold in the cold wind, but with movement, a light white mist evaporated from his body.
He practiced the killing punch ten times on the spot. If he recorded the process, he would find that each action would overlap with the last one, and even the standing position and interval rhythm would be exactly the same.
Only by being able to precisely control every part of the body can one show such abnormal control.
Such powerful control comes from the second stage in the body strengthening realm - meat tempering.
Five days ago, thanks to his good negotiation skills, he successfully landed a job at Ruyi Office.
The turmoil caused by the Three Eyes Gang's attack that night was more serious than expected.
The blockade lasted for four full days, and the critical status of Yefeng Town was only lifted yesterday.
During this period, Mo Fan has been practicing in the office and successfully upgraded his cultivation to the meat tempering stage.
To be precise, he reached the meat quenching stage three days ago.
Based on the speed of his cultivation, if he breaks through with all his strength, he should be in the blood revitalizing stage by now.
But he was not in a hurry to improve his realm. Instead, he spent these three days to become completely familiar with the changes in his body.
Having ten points of strength can only score one point, which is far inferior to having one point of strength but being able to score one and a half points.
Only what can be controlled is power. Power that cannot be controlled is not only not a help, but also a disaster.
Mo Fan wiped the sweat off his body with a towel and walked into the office.
He still has work to do.
Of course, being able to stay in the office for a long time depends not only on simple negotiation. As a member of the office, he must also work hard.
Unfortunately, the content of the labor is not the cowherd who matches his profession, but the nanny.
As soon as he entered the door, he saw An Xin, who was wearing a nightcap and wrapped in a blanket, wriggling on the ground like a maggot, moaning in pain.
The reason why she was in so much pain was not the severe air pollution or the widespread headaches in Yefeng Town, but the wine bottles scattered on the ground and the "Doomsday Survival Contest" that had just ended at four in the morning.
"Help, water, give me water."
Mo Fan took a glass of water, placed it in front of An Xin, and then walked past her.
After living in Ruyi Office for a few days, he had become accustomed to the scene before him.
The laziness on An Xin's face when they first met was not because she was confident that everything was under control, but because she simply didn't wake up.
This bitch watches late-night premium channels until early morning every day, and has a bad habit of drinking. From the time she moved in until now, there is not a day when I don't see her without a hangover.
Mo Fan went back to his room, took a shower, changed his clothes, and meditated for two days.
When I opened my eyes again, it was exactly ten o'clock, the time for Ruyi Office to open.
He came to the first floor, took out ten boxes of burritos from the refrigerator, put them in the oven, made a cup of super strong black coffee, and turned around just in time to catch An Xin getting up from the floor.
An Xin moved to the kitchen like a zombie, grabbed the bottles of stimulants and painkillers, poured a handful of pills into his mouth and chewed them, then grabbed a can of energy drink and poured it into his stomach.
After a few out-of-body-like seconds, her dull eyes regained their radiance, and she regained the vitality of a living person.
This kind of miracle, which is comparable to the resurrection of the dead, is the repertoire of Ruyi Office every morning.
Ding.
Mo Fan took out the burrito from the oven, placed one portion on An Xin's plate, and moved the other nine portions in front of him.
Picking up the burrito and taking a bite, his brows instantly knitted together. The thing in his mouth was like a piece of soft kraft paper wrapped in an indescribable mess.
Picked up the packaging box and took a look.
"R&F Pure Meat Roll, real meat content ≥10%, banana stew flavor"
That's okay.
It has to be said that the people of Azure Star are not particular about their food.
In the world of his previous life, junk food was just unhealthy, but its taste could bring happiness to people.
But in Azure Star, the prefix of junk food seems to represent taste.
An Xin sat across from Mo Fan, picked up the burrito, soaked it in coffee for a few seconds, took it out and took a bite, with a satisfied look on her face.
"I still want to eat classic meat rolls for breakfast."
Mo Fan's scalp was numb when he saw it. He could put that kind of thing in his mouth with pleasure. No wonder such a ruthless person dared to go against the Three-Eyed Gang.
Thinking that the plate was full of precious calories and nutrients, he could only bite the bullet and swallow all the meat rolls.
After the torture-like breakfast time, An Xin called him to the office.
"Yesterday I received a commission that requires good marksmanship and calmness. You meet the client's requirements very well. Do you want to give it a try?"
Mo Fan's eyes lit up, "What is the specific content?"
An Xin: "Do you know about the Death Race?"
"I saw you the day before yesterday."
"Three days later, it will be the stage finals of the West Station. The final location is just outside Yefeng Town. The client who proposed the commission is the favorite in this competition, and he needs an escort."
Death Race, as the name suggests, is divided into two parts.
One is death and the other is speeding.
The race is usually completed by two people, the driver responsible for speeding the car, and the escort responsible for the death of the opponent.
Escorts need to be proficient in various weapons and have strong judgment to protect their own drivers and kill other drivers during the game.
Drivers and escorts need to have a tacit understanding of each other and are usually long-term partners. It is rare to find an escort temporarily.
Mo Fan asked: "Where is the client's previous escort?"
An Xin said: "A week ago, the client's former escort came to Yefeng Town to investigate the situation. He went to the "Howling Werewolf" in the town to relax at night. After drinking too much, he had a conflict with other guests, and was shot in the head by the other party. "
"The client originally wanted to go to the Speed Club to find temporary escorts, but in order to prevent him from winning the championship, all the idle escorts were poached in advance. When he was desperate, he approached me."
Mo Fan touched his chin, "In other words, my mission is to sit in the passenger seat and shoot to protect customers from being killed?"
"Theoretically, yes, but the client proposed a gambling agreement. On the basis of ensuring his safety, the higher the ranking he helps, the more salary he will give."
"If he wins the championship, he can pay 100,000 federal coins or a second-hand prosthetic body."
Hearing that there was a prosthetic body in the salary options, Mo Fan immediately became energetic and said immediately: "I will take this job."
An Xin pulled out a file from the computer and sent it to Mo Fan, "I've sent you the specific contract. Please go back and confirm."
"But before accepting the task, the client has one more condition."
