Chapter 73 Gao Wen
Chris took the bust, which was in color. A red-haired man stared coldly ahead, with freckles on his cheeks and a disdainful smile on his lips. He looked young.

Albert then handed him the information on "Mole" compiled by Horik.

"Intis?"

"Yes, many people from Intis and Feneport came to settle in Loen, and there are also some immigrants from those small countries."

Yes, isn’t it me...

Chris chuckled to himself.

"Many of these immigrants are illegal, but it's a pity that it is difficult for the police department to detect them," Albert spread his hands and continued helplessly: "There is no way, only the appearance of Fusac and ours is relatively obvious."

Chris was just about to ask that language barrier was also a way to identify, but then he thought that language can be learned, and the contemporary languages ​​of the Fifth Age in the mysterious world are not much different, and they all evolved from the ancient Fusac language. , the more complicated ones are languages ​​related to mysticism such as giant language and dragon language.

He swallowed the words that were on his lips, paused, and asked: "Captain, do you know which way the 'Mole' came from?"

Albert shook his head: "I don't know, that's why we applied for '2-0232'."

Chris nodded in agreement, and then asked: "Captain, do you know where I can practice fighting? I want to improve myself."

"Practice fighting?" Albert thought for a while and replied: "If you want to practice shooting, I can recommend some teachers to you. For fighting... By the way, do you know Gawain?"

Gawain?Klein's fighting teacher?

Chris has not only heard of it, he also knows that Gawain is a depressed character. Although he always has a cold face, he still has a love for fighting in his heart.

"Of course I know. But Captain, is Mr. Gao Wen willing to teach me? Doesn't he think that fighting is no longer important..."

"Yo, you still know about this?"

Albert raised his eyebrows and said with a smile: "Gao Wen signed a contract with the Police Department for several years. He has to teach if he wants to, and he has to teach if he doesn't want to."

"However," he changed his voice, "all the colleagues who used to teach fighting classes with him have been transferred or changed careers. Gao Wen is now the last teacher in Ahowa County who insists on teaching fighting classes. He has never been in a good mood. Okay, you have to understand."

Hearing this, Chris suddenly felt a little sad.

Gawain hates machine guns and artillery. His thoughts are still stuck in the era when knights arrayed before battle and then charged together to kill the enemy.But times have changed a long time ago, and now the world is dominated by six-barreled machine guns and high-pressure steam rifles.He is a man abandoned by the times.

Albert seemed to have guessed what Chris was thinking and said: "But he is just an ordinary person, and you are already a 'fighting scholar'. You can help him."

Chris nodded, took Albert's stamped note, and returned to his office.

He has read all the books he brought from the equipment library before, and he has memorized the details in his mind, which gave him a better understanding of the mysterious world.

Although Chris has been promoted to a "fighting scholar" and no longer needs to abide by the motto of "do whatever you want, but do no harm", his code of conduct still favors this, and he also tries his best to pry into and delve into the secrets behind things.

After eating the lunch Bob brought back from the university cafeteria, Chris didn't take a nap, changed into casual clothes, called a cab and came to the Dragon Bar.

The guard at the door seemed to recognize Chris, and he let him go with a silly smile on his face without any expression.

Screams and the smell of alcohol assaulted everyone's senses, and the boxing match was still going on.Chris was also familiar with this feeling. He took out a few coins and bought a glass of Southwell beer with ease. Then he drank half of it by leaning against the bar, and then swayed toward the ring with the half-full glass in his hand. .He tried to make himself inconspicuous.

The door of the chess and card room was closed, but there was an open door in the billiard room. Inside were ordinary customers he didn't know.

"Brother, which of the two on stage is better?"

Chris asked the gambler next to him who was also holding a wine glass, clinking glasses with him.He had never seen either of the boxers on the stage.

The other party brushed his messy hair, and it was obvious from his clothes that he was a dock worker: "Of course who is stronger and who is stronger, I don't know the specifics, I only bought one soli..."

Chris responded, looking back to the stage.

The fighting skills used by these two players were the most ordinary boxing. They seemed to be evenly matched and the fight was inseparable.

The player who is now at a disadvantage, the shorter one, should no longer dodge, but should find the right opportunity to hit the opponent's ribs with all his strength. This is the opponent's gap. He has been protecting his head...

On the contrary, the tall boxer must be stronger than the opponent, but his current attacks have not been effective. He should attack the opponent's head or legs...

Chris couldn't help but analyze the situation of the game. The "Fighting Scholar" potion brand was already imprinted on his mind, allowing him to make instinctive judgments.

As expected, the short player was hit in the leg by his opponent during the dodge, fell to the ground in pain, and lost the game.

A comminuted leg bone fracture will turn you into a cripple even if it heals...

Chris's expression was solemn. He was a little surprised by the short player's injury. He didn't expect it to be so serious.He did not turn on his spiritual vision, but discovered this situation naturally with the extraordinary ability of the "Fighting Scholar".

The Sequence 8 "Fighter" of the Warrior Path can also do this, but it must be in actual combat, while the "Fighting Scholar" only needs to observe.

Chris didn't go to Swain. Although he has become a "combat scholar" now, his physical training is not enough.

He put the wine glass on the table, turned around and walked outside. He felt no signs of digestion of the potion in his body.

"Chris?" Swain happened to be walking out of the bar and stopped him: "How about it, have you decided on a day to compete? I can choose a few boxers who are similar in size to you, and the bonuses are also very generous. .”

Chris waved his hand and replied: "Mr. Swain, forget it, wait for me to exercise for a few more days."

Swain looked him up and down and lit a cigarette: "It's okay, boxing is not dangerous, and your physique is not bad."

If I hadn't just watched a game I would have believed it...

Chris cursed, but he felt like he was getting stronger with every exercise.Of course, he didn't exercise a few times.

Having already had lunch, he went to the small restaurant next to the Dragon Bar and ordered another bowl of seafood soup.After eating, he waited for a streetcar and drove towards the North District.

Chris changed cars twice and walked for a while, and finally arrived at the two-story house that was "old in style and in disrepair."

(End of this chapter)

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