Chapter 53 Chapter 53 I really don’t understand the trends of young people…
It is said that Deathstroke is a battle-hardened mercenary who has personally handled countless business deals and is the sales champion in the industry. His intuition is always accurate.
So when faced with the 1.80-meter-tall teenager standing at the warehouse door, wearing a skirt adorned with cute patterns and a wig covered in adorable hair accessories, Deathstroke, having been mentally prepared, remained calm and asked again, "Tell me again, what do you want from me?"
The boy said seriously, "I want you to beat me to death with your bare hands."
Deathstroke then looked at the shorter teenager wearing a red motorcycle helmet. "Is there something wrong with your brother's brain? I don't provide psychiatric treatment here. If you need it, go to Arkham Asylum next door in Gotham. Also, I don't offer refunds for minors."
"We don't do such unethical things as refunding minors." The other person nodded firmly and pulled out a bank card. "If you don't believe me, you can use the POS machine to collect the second deposit right now."
Deathstroke looked at the boy in the skirt next to him who was looking at him with clear and expectant eyes, and was even more...speechless: "Boy, are you my fan?"
As a top figure in the mercenary industry, which already values strength, Deathstroke had encountered extreme fans before. But this was his first time encountering one so young and so wealthy. Don't their parents care about these kids?
"If you have the habit of beating up fans, you can treat me as one. I just want someone to beat me to death." The boy said, "Please, Mr. Deathstroke, I really want to experience the pinnacle of physical skills firsthand!"
"Since you ask so..."
Before he could finish his words, Deathstroke hit the boy's ribs with an uppercut, and it was conservatively estimated that this blow would break several ribs.
Although Deathstroke adjusted the position of his punch and avoided hitting his internal organs, the boy still fell to the ground holding his ribs in pain.
"It's not too late to regret now, kid."
Deathstroke looked at the boy carefully and quickly determined that he was a complete noob, so noob that he could kill him in eight hundred ways within a second.
On the contrary, another...
Deathstroke inconspicuously glanced at the boy in the red motorcycle helmet standing on the other side. He moved slightly when the boy in the skirt was knocked to the ground, but still did not say anything to stop him. He just asked his companion with concern: "Are you sure you can do this? Or should we lower the intensity?"
This one looks like he's been trained in combat, and... Deathstroke feels that this kid's figure looks a little familiar.
But he didn't know anyone like him.
"I won't." The boy in the skirt stood up from the ground. "It hurts, but that's all it is."
"You're quite courageous, kid, but courage alone isn't enough." Deathstroke waited for the boy to stand firmly and approached him before kicking him in the leg, but this time the boy dodged it and even quickly squatted down to return a steady, accurate and powerful sweeping kick from Deathstroke.
Although he didn't hit Deathstroke, the boy in the skirt looked even more surprised than Deathstroke: "Wow! It really works!"
It was worth it that he was knocked down three times by Jason with the same sweeping kick!
But Li Hua's happiness did not last long. He was soon hit on the head by a flying kick from Deathstroke and fell heavily to the ground.
After the bell landed, he said, "I finally understand. You're not looking for me to kill you, but to be my sparring partner. Why don't you just say it?"
Jason, wearing a red helmet, said, "Of course it's because it's a different price. It's more cost-effective for you to beat him to death."
If Li Hua wants to learn non-killing skills, the members of the Bat Family are fully capable of doing it, so what he wants here is Deathstroke's killing skills.
This was something Li Hua and a few others had discussed. If the one hitting the other person held back during training, the improvement in [Dou]pai would be less. In other words, if Li Hua wanted to learn how to beat someone to death through [Dou]pai, first of all, Li Hua, who was holding the [Dou]pai, would be beaten to death by someone. The people of the Bat Family would definitely not do such a thing.
Deathstroke certainly didn't buy it: "It's worth it, kid. Aren't you afraid that I will really beat him to death?"
Li Hua: "Risks and rewards coexist, sir."
In fact, the risks are not that great. Before he set off, he specifically consulted No. 666. Even if Deathstroke has the power of a bear, Li Hua will not die or become disabled under this BUFF.
And after what happened just now, Li Hua probably had some idea in his mind. That blow was far less painful than the night he first arrived in Gotham when he free-falled from a high altitude and hit the stationary Ice Ghost.
Deathstroke flexed his wrist. "Then you better keep having that backbone, boy."
…
This is not right.
After being hit by the opponent with a move he had used before for the second time, Deathstroke quickly realized the problem.
Although the kid in the skirt looked really useless at first, his learning ability was beyond ordinary people. As long as he used all his strength to defeat his moves, he would definitely not be able to hit him a second time. He would even immediately replicate the same moves to attack him.
Moreover, that kid was really tough. Later, Deathstroke lost interest and used several moves and strength that could cause fractures or even ruptured internal organs. However, despite howling in pain, the kid was still able to stand up and continue fighting, and there was no sign of any problems with his body.
And after the kid started to fight back subconsciously, Deathstroke realized that the kid's strength and speed were damn outrageous. This was simply not a physique that an ordinary human could have.
If Deathstroke still can't figure out the situation, he can just discard his remaining eye.
"Plagiarism has a different price, kids." After realizing that all his attacks would be learned and used against him, Deathstroke immediately abandoned his killing skills and began using non-lethal but painful attacks.
Seeing this, the boy with the hood next to him became unhappy: "Hey, we agreed that you would beat him to death."
"But you didn't say that beating him to death would result in me being beaten to death." Deathstroke turned his head to avoid the jab that the boy in the skirt aimed at his eyes, and the punch that was aimed at his ribs was quickly blocked by his elbow, followed by another neat kick.
Only half an hour had passed, and the boy in the skirt had gone from being pinned down and beaten by Deathstroke at the beginning to now being a pressure on Deathstroke.
It's faster than Batman's Robin crash course.
"I didn't mean to kill you," the boy in the skirt replied sincerely. "Your profile says you're very resilient, so you shouldn't be able to be killed in hand-to-hand combat."
Li Hua was really holding back because he was afraid that the added force from his punch that made a hole in the concrete wall would cause harm to Deathstroke. He was also afraid that the added force would be too fast for him to fight with Deathstroke, and then he wouldn't be able to continue training in card fighting.
He really felt that he had worked very hard, trying to reduce the impact of the cheat by letting the boss take advantage of his cheats as much as possible during training.
Unfortunately, the BUFF of the clothes is comprehensive. If Li Hua could selectively increase his health and defense, it wouldn't be so troublesome.
Unfortunately, Deathstroke was not stupid enough to tie his life to someone else's hands. After figuring out what they wanted to do, he refused to do it: "I quit."
Jason: "Come on, man, I'll give you more money."
"It's not about the extra money. I'm not going to sell my life." Deathstroke pulled out his gun. "Give me the full amount, and for more money I can teach him a few moves that won't kill him. Otherwise, forget it."
The helmeted boy said, "What kind of service attitude is that? This mission is obviously easier than any of your previous ones. With your physical strength and recovery ability, can simple hand-to-hand combat kill you? I don't believe it."
"That's not necessarily true. If I hadn't discovered it in time, I would have been the one beaten to death." Deathstroke sneered and said, "I don't care if you want to use me to build a killing machine, but you have to pay more."
"It's okay to pay more, but you have to beat him to death." The boy in the helmet added, "He won't beat you to death. I don't believe you haven't noticed that he's been holding back and not actively attacking you."
Deathstroke was too lazy to argue with this cunning brat and simply reiterated: "Add the money first. And pay the full amount for this mission first. I have already quickly trained a guy for you to apply for the Robin position in Gotham next door. That's already quite conscientious."
Li Hua poked his head out: "Really?"
"This guy's trying to bargain. You'd better trust me, Alexander." The helmeted boy took out his POS machine and collected the final payment for this mission. "Alright, Deathstroke, I trust your professionalism and you won't run away with this deal. Tell me, how much do you want to add?"
After Deathstroke was sure that he had received the final payment, Lion opened his mouth and quoted the price of a Batmobile.
He knew exactly that the opponent's kid couldn't give him enough money, so he would give up and leave immediately.
But the kid on the other side swiped his card without hesitation: "I've transferred you a 40% deposit first. Now you can beat him to death, right?"
"Wait, I need to rest for a while."
Li Hua estimated the magic power in his body and found that most of it was used up.
This makes sense. Even computer AI needs a lot of computing power and energy to quickly learn and analyze in real time. What's more, [card fighting] deals with a more complex and ever-changing actual combat environment than a simulation environment.
Although Li Hua could still fight for a while, he did not forget what Jason said, that Deathstroke was a very dangerous bloody mercenary. He also had to conserve his strength and spells to prevent Deathstroke from suddenly attacking Jason.
As long as he could hold off Deathstroke for a few seconds so Jason could press the distress button, Benjamin, transformed into a Kryptonian, would descend upon Deathstroke in less than a second.
Deathstroke checked his phone and found that he had actually received the money, so he compromised: "What do you want to do? If you just want me to train this kid, just tell me directly. I can take you to find trouble with those bats."
Li Hua sat down on the plastic chair, catching his breath: "Forget the Bat Family, thank you."
After all, the one who is close to the water gets the moon first, and he can find it without the death knell.
By the way, it really hurts when Deathstroke hits people. It's so painful and cruel. Li Hua is sure that if he were an ordinary person, he would have died eight hundred times at his hands.
Deathstroke looked at Li Hua with his one eye: "Who are you?"
Li Hua: "I am a magic boy who represents love and justice."
He wasn't familiar with Deathstroke and had no plans to develop a teammate relationship in the future, so he just made up a random excuse to get away with it.
And strictly speaking, Li Hua did not lie.
"Is that why you're wearing all that fancy stuff?" Deathstroke said. "If you want to learn from me, take those things off your back. Wearing them in combat will only get you and that kid in the motorcycle helmet killed faster."
This was entirely said by Deathstroke out of his professional ethics of doing things for money.
Li Hua remained calm and composed as he read the message back, "Thank you for your kindness, but I am driven by the faith and mission of a magical boy. Without all of this, what is the point of living?"
Deathstroke looked at the pink heart-shaped hairpin on his pink wig that was worn completely askew, and at Patrick's beach pants that were revealed when he lifted up his sweet patterned skirt and sat down with his legs apart. He even accidentally met the intelligent eyes of the pink starfish...
The bell fell silent.
It's true that he has never been interested in young people's trendy aesthetics, but... has it developed to this extent now?
After all, the world had become insane and he couldn't understand it.
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