Traveling all the way, Wang Fan never expected that the first stop back to China would be Jixi City. "Isn't Jixi City where the scholar is now? The scholar is with Liu Ke, so isn't Jixi City Liu Ke's base camp?"

Why would he put such a 'recruit camp' next to him? Is the so-called 'Fierce Dragon Team' also in this area?"

Wang Fan secretly guessed that the minibus transporting them had already entered a resort on the outskirts of Jixi City.

Two five-storey white buildings are squarely placed in the mountain nest, with an area of ​​more than one kilometer connected to the mountainside surrounded by a fence. The open space in front of the white buildings is a large square, and one side of the square is used for

On the other side of the parking lot, there is also a croquet court and court, which seem to be normal leisure projects, but there are not many cars in the parking lot; next to the white building is a 100-meter

There is a long swimming pool, and across the swimming pool are rows of various expansion training equipment and equipment, including tire rings, beacons, freehand walls, etc., which continue to the mountainside behind.

At first glance, from the outside of this resort, there is nothing special except for its remote location.

After entering it, Wang Fan discovered what was inside.

The most impressive thing among them is the first floor of the back building here. More than 1,000 square meters are lined up from left to right, including the locker room, washroom, training ground, and gym. However, at the back right of the building, there are two more rooms

Small rooms, these two rooms only have doors and no windows. Since he did not dare to use his five senses, Wang Fan could not guess their use for a while.

Wang Fan and his group came together in a group of six people, two yellow men of medium build, about average age, both about thirty years old; two white men, one old and one young, the old one about forty years old.

The younger one is twenty-six-seven; there is a black man, all in black, with a strong body; and there is one who is neither black nor white nor yellow, that is Asang-Wang Fan.

Wang Fan and the others were taken to the conference room. On the oval conference table in the conference room, an elegant middle-aged white man had already been sitting in the chair's seat. When each student entered, he would carefully look at the chair in his hand.

Student information, friendly and smiling, nodded and said hello to the arriving students. On the tabletops at corresponding positions on both sides of the conference table, there were nameplates with names written in their respective languages. Wang Fan pressed the button and said "Asan"

Sitting down with the nameplate, there are words written in Chinese and Japanese on his left and right sides respectively.

Wang Fan seemed to have the illusion that he was here to participate in some academic seminar, not some ghost labor training team.

When everyone sat down, the middle-aged white man sat up straight and without speaking, pointed to a pair of headphones in front of everyone and put them on his head first as a demonstration.

Seeing that everyone was wearing headphones, the middle-aged white man cleared his throat and said, "Welcome everyone, I am Mike, the instructor here. My responsibility for the past two weeks is to be responsible for your training, life and assessment. Only if you pass

You can only leave here after passing the assessment in two weeks. I hope we get along well." It turns out that this headset is a real-time translator.

After a brief introduction, Mike paused, glanced once, and spread his hands to both sides, "Do you understand what I said?"

"Understood~" "Understood"... There were jumbled responses, and one of the black men didn't even say a word, but nodded impatiently.

Mike didn't pay attention to everyone's disengagement. Maybe he also knew that these people were gangsters from all over the world and were used to being disengaged. Mike just smiled and continued to the next topic. "Since you are here, I

Of course, you have to follow my rules. In order to prevent you from missing anything, I have prepared a brochure for you..." Mike turned around and snapped his fingers at the door, and six girls filed in outside the door.

.

These six girls have different skin colors and different heights. They only have the same clothing, which is a set of black sweatpants with white edges and a white round-neck tight pullover. Moreover, each of them is carrying the same large plastic bag in their hands.

The girl stood next to each person in turn, handed a pamphlet, and then retreated behind each person.

Wang Fan looked through his booklet and found that it was all written in English. (His current identity is Asan from the Philippines. The Philippines is a nation with a language but no written language, and the official language is English.) Oh, this is

This is really confusing. When he was in the Philippines, he still learned the few Filipino sentences that fooled Betel nut. Now he was given an "English bible". Who can he find to translate it?

Wang Fan couldn't help but glance at the Chinese "fellows" around him, wanting to add a few warm words and inquire about the contents of the brochure.

"Hey~ Student Asang, didn't you read the pamphlet in your hand just now?" Mike immediately stopped him.

Wang Fan shook his head blankly, "Look, I know it, but it doesn't know me." Wang Fan was not angry and secretly contradicted it in his heart.

"The third article above says: No communication between classmates, no unnecessary communication. This is your first foul, I will forgive you, and I hope you will comply next time." Mike smiled, but his tone was

Harsh.

What, there is also this article, "No communication, no communication", then labor and management will become mute, and it has been suffocating people to death in the past two weeks. Wang Fan just wanted to have an attack, but there was someone more impatient than him.

"Pa" the black man who looked like a small iron tower slapped the pamphlet on the table, "You are restricting freedom and destroying humanity. I will not play your game anymore, and I will sue you..." The black man took the lead in shouting.

Mike shrugged, still tepid, "I understand what everyone means, and I understand everyone's mood. But what I mean by 'no communication, no communication' is between you students, and between you and other staff here.

They are not restricted by this rule." Mike leaned back on the chair gracefully and pointed at the girls behind the black men, "For example, they are the life assistants provided by our training camp. What do you need?

, you can propose it to them."

"Any need can be met?" the black man asked again in disbelief.

"Anything you need is fine." Mike replied affirmatively again.

"include……"

"Including your physiological needs." Mike did not wait for the black man to continue, and directly confirmed, affirmative and certain the answer.

"Aha~" The black man has forgotten the clamor just now, and has forgotten the freedom and human rights he mentioned just now. He turned the chair over and stared straight at the girl behind him with his mouth full of saliva.

chest.

This move was too sinister. It used the bodies of several girls to completely cut off the emotional connection between the "students". This way, even in the future, the two of them would not have any worries if they wanted to meet each other.

Seeing that no one had any objections, Mike patted his clothes and stood up. "Actually, our training method here is also very simple. The life assistants around you will not only take care of your life, but also guide you to use all the resources and facilities here.

Stimulate your potential. They already know all the instruments and equipment here, and we will evaluate the results of the training in the two weeks' training.

At that time, no matter whether your evaluation results are good or bad, you will all have to leave here, but the difference is whether you go out sideways or walking out."

"Boom" Mike's words were like a powerful bomb, which made the six "students" in the venue tremble with fear. Even the black man with a lewd smile turned pale in an instant. Isn't this life and death elimination? These six people are destined to be eliminated.

Among them, either you die or I die.

After coming out of the conference room, their respective life assistants led their respective students to place them at two ends of the three floors above the back building. Asang was placed in a suite at the west end of the top floor.

The suite was lavishly decorated, with a living room, kitchen, bathroom, bedroom and everything else. However, Asang had no intention of admiring it and slumped down on the sofa as soon as he entered the door. No, it wasn't because he was worried that he would be attracted by others.

The student was "eliminated" because he could already see the rigor and terror of this organization from the simple training of newcomers.

"Asang, are you hungry? What do you want to eat today? I'll cook it for you." The sweet female voice brought Wang Fan back from his thoughts. The girl stood on the edge of the porch, her hands hanging down and leaning in front of her, very

He bowed politely, the girl spoke English with a Malay accent, and Wang Fan had been staying in Long Beach for more than half a month, so he could tell.

"Oh, whatever, I'm not too hungry anyway." Wang Fan responded casually. Wang Fan looked at the girl. Although the girl didn't have a standard model figure, her skin was darker than the Chinese standard.

, but her appearance is delicate and clear-cut, like a mixed-race person from Southeast Asia. With her curvy figure, she is well-proportioned and sexy against the backdrop of a tight white pullover.

"Okay, can we have Malay food today?" Then he asked, "Do you want to take a shower first? I'll put the water in for you."

"Um, okay."

After receiving Wang Fan's permission, the girl bowed again and then walked up to the bathroom.

Judging from the girl's movements and responses, she is no less than the service of a six-star hotel. This is definitely professionally trained and very professional.

"Hey, what's your name?" Wang Fan came curious.

"Lan Zhen, my name is Lan Zhen." Lan Zhen walked to the bathroom door and stopped, turned around and answered with a smile.

Wang Fan nodded and waved his hand, asking Lan Zhen to continue her work.

Looking at Lan Zhen's every move, Wang Fan's problem arises again. Wang Fan is now Asang's identity. According to Asang's character of a down-and-out gangster, would he be untouched by such a beautiful girl? What if?

If Lan Zhen doesn't move and reports back, won't her own identity be questioned? But if she really wants to take action, how will she explain it to her women?

Wang Fan was confused again. He sank into the sofa and rolled his eyes while looking at the ceiling.

"Asang, the water is ready. Check to see if the water temperature is right. I'll call the kitchen below to prepare the food."

"Yeah." Wang Fan nodded noncommittally.
Chapter completed!