King of Assassins

The call seemed to come from far away, ethereal and faint.

Gao Xuan's consciousness gradually awakened, and he found that his body was extremely heavy and stiff, and he could not even lift his eyelids.

It feels like a few months old baby having difficulty controlling its body.

This is obviously not his powerful golden body, but a mortal body. That's why it's so heavy and stagnant. His powerful mental power was also completely restricted. It's not much better than when I was a bug.

However, it is better than turning into a bug.

Gao Xuan knew in his heart that this was the world of the Nine-turn Divine Cicada. He only entered it with his soul, so it was not strange to encounter any situation.

Just as Gao Xuan was thinking about it, he felt a sudden chill on his face. He couldn't help but shuddered and opened his eyes.

Then, he saw a man with a fat, greasy face. This guy is not only fat, old, and bald, but he also holds half a bottle of mineral water in his hand.

Apparently the guy splashed water on his face.

When the bald old man saw Gao Xuan open his eyes, he grinned happily: "I thought you were dead, and I was so scared that I wanted to send you to the crematorium. It seems like I saved a lot of money." Cremation fee."

This guy's words were unpleasant, and he couldn't control his tongue. He spewed out a lot of spit in one sentence. The breath was very strong, like a toilet that had been soaked for several days.

When this man was talking, related memories also appeared in Gao Xuan's mind: Lao Fei, the manager of Feihu Boxing Gym, an old bastard and a veteran.

In this world, he is also called Gao Xuan, but he is already forty years old and his wife has died. Fortunately, I was not so cruel as to leave a seriously ill daughter behind!

He was originally a boxer and his results were very good. After his wife died, he became decadent. He continued to drink and his body was in ruins. I can't even get into the ring.

The old fat man had been friends with him for many years. Seeing how pitiful he was, he got him a sparring job in the boxing gym. In fact, he is used as a target to punch the boxer.

Just now, the boxer suddenly got up and kicked him unconscious with a kick on his head.

Gao Xuan sorted out his memory and then understood Zi's situation. It seems like he is living a useless life now.

The old fat man was still chattering: "Old Gao, you are no longer good at forty, you are too useless.

The muscles and bones you have trained for decades have been soaked by alcohol, so hurry up and quit drinking..."

Gao reluctantly raised his arms and pushed the big fat face away: "I'm going to be smoked to death by you, please be more careful."

Seeing that Gao Xuan had spoken and his eyes were no longer wandering, the old man was really relieved.

After decades of friendship between the two, he didn't want Gao Xuan to be beaten up.

The old fat man said to the young and capable boxer standing next to him: "Yu Xiaoming, what are you doing? I'm giving you punches, and who asked you to kick someone? Can you take responsibility for kicking someone to death?"

Yu Xiaoming glanced at Gao Xuan and snorted. He didn't mean to apologize at all, but had a look of disdain on his face.

The old fat man couldn't do anything to Yu Xiaoming because of this trivial matter. He scolded: "You are justified in kicking someone bad. Apologize quickly."

Under Lao Fei's close gaze, Yu Xiaoming said reluctantly: "Lao Gao, I didn't know you were so weak. I'm sorry."

After finishing speaking, Yu Xiaoming turned around and left without waiting for Gao Xuan to speak.

Gao Xuan was a little speechless, this kid was quite arrogant. That kick was clearly a deliberate kick to his head. He was not wearing protective gear on his head, and he had drunk too much alcohol and his body was slow to react. He was caught off guard and kicked over.

In any other place, this kick would be enough to intentionally hurt someone.

Gao Xuan couldn't remember any grudge between him and this kid, but it didn't matter.

The important thing is how to complete this trial?

Gao Xuan doesn't quite understand, what does the Nine Turns Divine Cicada mean in this identity, in this world?

The old man dragged Gao Xuan's hand and pulled him up. Seeing that Gao Xuan's face was still a little confused, he asked with concern: "Are you okay? Do you want to go to the hospital to take a film..."

Gao Xuan covered his head and said, "I have a concussion. Tell me if you are okay."

"You want to extort money from me!"

The old fat man reacted quickly. He took a step back and held his pocket, "Don't even think about it."

The other guys gathered around to watch the fun burst into laughter.

The old fat man waved his chubby little hand: "You can watch after you pay. Hurry up and do what you have to do. The boxing gym doesn't support idlers."

Everyone dispersed with laughter, and Lao Fei dragged Gao Xuan to the side and sat down: "Old Gao, just listen to me and forget about it. Yu Xiaoming is a very potential boxer, and the boxing gym takes it seriously. You know."

The boxing gym will not look at who is right, it will only weigh who is more valuable.

Gao Xuan is just a sparring partner, worthless. Whether he has an opinion or not is irrelevant. If Gao Xuan dares to cause trouble, the boxing gym will fire him immediately.

"Okay. You have the final say."

Gao Xuan would not bother with such a trivial matter. The top priority was to understand the situation and find a way to break the situation.

"Good brother, you are at a disadvantage this time."

The old man sighed and patted Gao Xuan's shoulder. He took out a wad of money from his pocket and stuffed it into Gao Xuan's pocket: "Go back and eat something good."

With that said, the old man shook his head and left.

In the past, Gao Xuan was as hot as fire, so he would not tolerate this. Of course, the former Gao Xuan was known as a ferocious tiger because of his strong muscles and bones, so he would never be knocked unconscious by someone's kick.

Gao Xuan is old and the hero is dying. The old fat man sighed unusually.

Gao Xuan sat on the chair and gradually recovered and got used to this body.

There is no source of power in this world, and his spiritual power is completely restricted. There is no extraordinary power. Fortunately, spiritual power can also work on oneself.

Close combat is very popular in this world. Boxers who can fight are popular. A world-class professional boxer with an annual income of more than nine figures.

When his body is at its peak, he is considered to be top-notch in the country. Unfortunately, before he reached his peak, something happened to his wife. As a result, man becomes useless.

Gao Xuan doesn't quite understand what the original owner of this body thinks. If his wife dies, will he not live anymore?

Of course, the wife was stabbed to death in the street, and the original owner always suspected that it was a competitor. But the evidence was never found.

The world is technologically backward. A dozen years ago, there were not many cameras. If this kind of case was not solved at the time, it would be unlikely that the murderer would be found.

Gao Xuan felt that this brother's life was very difficult. Of course, he also had problems with his own character. He was too extreme and had embarked on a wrong path.

The more frustrated you become, the stronger you become. You can overcome the blow and win the championship. With honor and money, it will be much easier to seek revenge.

If you sink like this now, apart from making your enemies happy, what other effects can you have?

Gao Xuan sorted out his situation but couldn't find any clues. He covered his head and entered the locker room, took a shower first, and then found his own clothes and put them on.

This man was dressed very casually, just a T-shirt, leather jacket, jeans and thick-soled combat boots. Standard prodigal dress.

Gao Xuan looked at himself in the mirror. His facial features were similar to his own, and he could tell that he was handsome when he was young. It's just that as I get older, my life is decadent, and the muscles on my face can't hold on anymore.

The human face is very delicate, and even a muscle imbalance can be seen. As you age, your muscles relax a little, and your eyebrows change.

Gao Xuan can't be said to be ugly now, but his eyes are cloudy, his eyebrows are a bit droopy, and he looks dejected.

After decades of exercise, my body is still pretty good, but my belly has become arched and my muscles have lost their lines. Fortunately, for my tall body, even if I have more fat, I can still maintain my figure without being too ugly.

The area where Yu Xiaoming's leg had been swept was swollen, and his head looked a little deformed. Fortunately, my hair is long enough to block it.

"It's a bit miserable to live with this kind of virtue..."

Gao Xuan also sighed in his heart. In this bleak life, there is no hope and no weird people will fall.

At this time, Yu Xiaoming and two young boxers walked in. The three of them were only wearing training shorts. Their upper body muscles were clearly defined, and they had a masculine atmosphere.

When Yu Xiaoming saw Gao Xuan in front of the mirror, he sneered: "Old Gao, if you can't afford it, don't be a sparring partner. Why should I apologize if you get knocked down? You should have some face."

The old fat man was not here, and Yu Xiaoming had no worries. He originally disliked Gao Xuan and wanted to teach him a lesson. But he was forced to apologize, which made him even more unhappy.

Gao Xuan actually didn't want to pay attention to Yu Xiaoming. No matter what the other party's thoughts were to embarrass him, it didn't matter.

This world itself is illusory, or it can be said that it was constructed by Jiuzhuan Tiancicada. His competition with Yu Xiaoming was like competing with NPCs in the game, which was meaningless.

For him, the key is to complete the mission and pass the level. But the other party looked like he was obviously going to slap his nose in his face. The more he ignores it, the more things will happen next.

Gao Xuan walked over and almost put his face on the other person's face. He was a few centimeters taller than Yu Xiaoming and weighed more than 20 kilograms. In terms of size, he seems to have an advantage.

What's really scary is Gao Xuan's eyes, which are deep, cold and devoid of any human emotion.

Yu Xiaoming and Gao Xuan have known each other for a long time. He has seen Gao Xuan's arrogance, his decadence and depression, and his drunkenness like a dog, but he has never seen such a sharp and sharp Gao Xuan.

At that moment, Yu Xiaoming's heart seemed to be tightly grasped by invisible force. A layer of sweat broke out on his nervous forehead.

"Little brat, you walk on your Yangguan Road, and I'll walk on my single-plank bridge. Don't mess with me."

Gao Xuan said, pushing Yu Xiaoming away and walking away.

Yu Xiaoming was stunned for a moment before he became furious. He was actually afraid of this waste, which made him feel ashamed and angry.

He clenched his fist at Gao Xuan's back and shouted: "Trash, I will beat you to death tomorrow, believe it or not..."