Here in the training camp, there is a loose management, and everything only depends on the results. Maybe this is the difference in foreign management methods. So ordinary days are actually more chaotic than when we were at Betelang. Anyway, every day is just

Do some exercise, find some opportunities, and use some mental attacks appropriately, and not more, less than twice a day. After doing this, all that's left is to go back to the house and be used by Lan Zhen with various instruments.

, test here, test there.

Life here is quite comfortable. The only thing that makes Wang Fan a little unhappy is his life assistant, Lan Zhen.

Except for being separated from him when sleeping, Lan Zhen stayed by his side all the time. She followed him even closer than Yu Han. Everything about Wang Fan was firmly in her hands.

When Wang Fan got annoyed, he also wanted to say a few harsh words to drive her away. But think about it, this is also someone else's job. Not only does Lanzhen have to write Ah Sang's training to Mike at regular times every day,

What about the report?

"What did you write about me again today?" Wang Fan had just returned from exercise, was tested by various instruments, and then took a shower (Wang Fan had not used Lan Zhen's "special service" since the first night)

(baths are all used as showers), gnawing on an apple, and stood boredly in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows looking at the scenery.

"What did you say? Come and see for yourself." Lan Zhen stood up from the computer, looked back and smiled at Wang Fan. After a few days of contact, Lan Zhen still felt that this man, who looked a bit wretched but had a first-class body, still

I have a good impression of him, so when I speak, I am more lively and natural than before.

"I don't look at it. It's just the same form with different numbers filled in every day. What's so interesting about it?" Wang Fan knew from Lan Zhen that this was called quantitative management, but he always doubted that these data could explain it.

Is his attack energy strong or weak?

Suddenly, through the glass of the window, Wang Fan saw a team of resort security guards escorting a shirtless man into the playground in the back building. "Well, isn't this the black man who came with us? These security guards are going to kill him."

Where to be taken?"

Lan Zhen followed him to the window and confirmed that the man being held was the black man. With a black face, he spat, "It would be better for people like him to be taken out and executed."

"What happened? Did he offend you?"

"How dare he offend me... He offended our sisters."

"You sisters?...are the same as you, black and his life assistant?"

I learned from Lan Zhen that they, the "life assistants", are also prohibited from communicating with each other. How come these people who have never interacted with each other are now called sisters again?

"He was in the room and was cheating on us sisters." It's no wonder. Under such circumstances, it's rare for girls to share the same hatred.

"How did you know?"

"I, anyway, I know." When she said this, Lan Zhen's eyes drifted away from Wang Fan unconsciously, and she quickly glanced around the room. Lan Zhen's action also proved that Wang Fan

A previous conjecture - this room has actually been filled with various listening and surveillance equipment. Whether it is Wang Fan or Lan Zhen, if the two of them behave in a slightly excessive manner, they will be targeted by Mike immediately.

Back on the playground, the security escorted the black man to an iron pillar on the sidelines, spread his limbs, and tied his back to a pole with sharp corners. The pillar was pressing against his vertebrae, but his arms were cut behind his back and opened backwards.

His posture is weird and funny.

After applying the mask to the black man, the two security guards found two palm-wide wooden boards and took turns "cracking" them on the black man's chest and abdomen. They were upstairs dozens of meters away and away from the glass window.

The screams of the black people can still be clearly heard.

"Isn't this an obvious way of showing off the chicken to the monkey?" Wang Fan pinched the apple in his hand with a little boredom. A small pit was made by Wang Fan on the smooth apple skin.

Normally, black people have thick skin and strong muscles, so even if they are beaten twice, they will not be injured. However, thinking about himself, Wang Fan doesn't like the feeling of being monitored and controlled.

After beating for a few minutes, the two security guards probably got tired of the beating, so they put down the wooden board and started beating instead of kicking, and the kicks only hit the weak areas of the human body such as the waist and crotch.

"Damn, the king is out of control here, right? If the fight continues like this, no one will be killed." Wang Fan slapped the apple in his hand on the table, opened the door and rushed out.

"A-Sang, A-Sang! Don't worry about this..." Seeing Wang Fan running away, Lan Zhen became nervous and hurriedly followed him out. If something happened to Wang Fan, she wouldn't be able to bear the burden of walking around.

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After running downstairs, Wang Fan realized that he had been beaten first again. A yellow man had already run in front of him. Judging from his figure, this man was the Chinese who sat next to him in the conference room.

The Chinese man ran over and overturned the security guard who was beating the black man from behind. The security guard who recovered his senses picked up the wooden board on the ground and attacked the Chinese man from the front and back. By the time Wang Fan arrived, the Chinese man's back was

I've been hit hard twice.

The people participating in the training camp this time were all superhuman beings. Apart from having some mental attack power, they were just like ordinary people in other aspects, so they didn’t take any advantage in the fight. (Wang Fan certainly wouldn’t be here either.

Using his peerless kung fu, Ah Sang is just an ordinary person at this time.)

Wang Fan joined the battle group. Although it was now two against two, others had tools in their hands, but Wang Fan and the Chinese were only using their bare hands, so they still suffered a loss in terms of equipment.

After another few minutes of beating, Lan Zhen and Huaxia's life assistant arrived in a hurry. The two girls were at a loss and could only yell to stop. But at this time, the man with red eyes hit him.

No one could hear it. Wang Fan's arms, chest, back and even neck had been hit with boards. The Chinese people were not much better, and there were even blood stains on the corners of his mouth.

"What are you doing? Are you going to rebel?" Mike led two more security guards over angrily, shouting loudly.

Mike had already arrived, and the four of them stopped. The two security guards dropped the wooden boards in their hands and stood with Lan Zhen and the two life assistants on both sides with their hands lowered. Only Wang Fan and Hua Xiaren still clenched their fists on their chests.

A gesture of unwillingness to give up.

"What crime has he committed? You are going to beat him to death." The Chinese were the first to shout angrily. He was speaking in Chinese, this is his place, and he doesn't care about international trends.

"He violated the rules and will be punished. Is this also wrong?" Mike could only answer in broken Chinese.

"You can punish him if he breaks the rules, but you can't tie him like a dog. This is an insult! You insulted him, and you also insulted us."

Mike was speechless by the Chinese, and his face turned blue and white with anger.

"Okay, well said." The Chinese's words hit the point right away, and Wang Fan couldn't help but cheer for him.

Lan Zhen, who was originally on the side, saw that it was the Chinese who contradicted Mike first, and she felt a little relieved. After all, it seems that Asang is just an accomplice, and he will not be punished severely. But Asang said again: "

"Okay", which intensifies Mike's embarrassment. Doesn't Mike hate you and the Chinese to the core?

So Lan Zhen glared at Asang fiercely.

"He is no longer simply violating my rules here, he has already committed a crime." Mike swallowed his breath and defended himself.

"Report the crime to the police, you are not the police, you are calling 'private court'." This time it was A Sang who said it, and A Sang interrupted with his salty Chinese.

Mike, the Chinese, and Asan stared angrily for a while. Originally, it was okay to deal with only one student, but now it involves three students, accounting for half of the people in this training camp. The involvement is a bit big.

If you act recklessly, the price will be too high, and your superiors will probably not agree to it.

Mike tried hard to calm down his emotions, waved his hands to the two security guards around him, and motioned for the black man to be released and taken back. "I have exceeded my authority to handle this matter. I will report it to the committee for handling." Mike turned and left.

, but after taking two steps, he turned back fiercely, pointing at Asang and the Chinese people, "Including you two, you will also be punished."

After Mike left, Huaxia and Asang just looked at each other without saying anything, and were led back by their respective assistants.

Back in the room, Wang Fan had just taken a shower and changed into clothes. He was sweating all over again, and his clothes were stained here and there. Unfortunately, Wang Fan could only wash and change clothes again.

Wang Fan entered the bathroom and took off his clothes. "Hey!" Lan Zhen opened the door and walked in directly again, but this time she didn't change her clothes, she was still in the same casual sportswear as before.

"Oh, you came in without knocking this time. Don't let me tell you that you didn't admit it." Wang Fan instinctively turned his back and blocked his important parts.

"Yes, yes, I didn't knock on the door." Lan Zhen glanced at Asang's breasts and pointed at the massage bed, "Lie down, lie down on the bed."

"What are you doing? You want me to go to bed as soon as you come in. What do you want to do?"

"What are you doing! I want to apply medicine on you." Lan Zhen replied angrily, shaking a few small medicine bottles in her hand. After a few days of getting along day and night, Wang Fan and Lan Zhen got to know each other quite well. According to

According to the rules, although nothing can happen between the two of them, verbal ambiguity is still allowed.

Wang Fan lay down on the massage table carelessly, but he lay on his stomach. He was still a little disturbed by exposing his private parts to a woman who was not his own woman.

Lan Zhen ignored him, walked over and turned on the shower and washed him all over his body. After carefully washing the injured area, he took a dry towel to dry the water stains on the skin near the wound, and finally washed it.
Chapter completed!