Chapter 48 Valen
"Brother Li, the people selected according to your requirements have been sent to you today. Do you want to see them now or after the game?"
Tucas was a man with a small mustache who looked quite shrewd and flattering.
He rubbed his hands and carefully approached Valen who was hitting the sandbag on the ring in the lounge.
The sandbags were specially made, each costing hundreds of thousands. When Valen punched them, ripples appeared in the water.
Hearing the sound of someone coming, Valen spun around and kicked the sandbag away, then he looked at Tokas with a cold face.
"Now."
Tukas couldn't help swallowing and said with a smile, "Okay, Brother Li, I'll bring them here right away."
I felt relieved after I got out.
I've been his assistant for a month, but I'm still afraid when I'm too close to him.
First, he looks fierce and is ruthless, and second, this man is out of control and even dares to hit the boss.
In order to facilitate movement and look good, the boss of the underground boxing ring specially hired someone to design his image. His hair was cut short, the sideburns were trimmed neatly, and the top of his head was randomly sprayed with hairspray to give him an unruly American-style forward spiky look.
The boss deliberately made him into a humanoid weapon and wanted to give him some fiercer tattoos. Valen refused sternly, saying that only his boyfriend could draw on his body. The boss was relentless and drugged him. The consequences can be imagined.
Valen almost beat his boss into a vegetable, but because he was so angry, a bunch of people who liked to watch him fight protected him. Even if they were angry, they couldn't hit him, and they had to find a boyfriend for him in a nice way.
Yes, boyfriend.
He is so grown up, but his only weakness is his boyfriend.
Before leading the newly arrived newcomer into the Valen Lounge, Tucas solemnly instructed at the door:
"Be enthusiastic once you get in, but not too enthusiastic."
"Try to be gentle, charming, wild, and kind. Be docile and well-behaved, but also rebellious. Be good at controlling others, but also be controlled by others. Be bad, but cute at certain moments."
The four men looked at him with confused eyes.
Tucas pretended not to see it, thinking that this batch would be eliminated again, so he paused and continued:
"Most importantly, don't show any fear. He doesn't like that."
The four looked at each other and nodded.
Tucas opened the door.
The lounge is very large. It is a large flat owned by the owner. The panoramic floor-to-ceiling windows provide a wide view, from which you can take in the bustling night scene.
Valen stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, wearing a sleeveless black T-shirt, which inadvertently revealed his two muscular and well-proportioned arms. He put one hand in his pocket. When he heard the voice, he turned around slowly and his eyes fell on these people.
The first one has small eyes, the second one is tall but too thin, and the third and fourth ones look like little quails.
no.
Not even a resemblance.
He clearly gave a reference, but the old man just fooled him?
Valen stopped pretending and put on the leather jacket around his waist to cover his strong arms. He picked up a bottle of wine at random, gulped it into the glass, and drank it all in one gulp.
Those four men were sent by the boss in order to control him. Seeing that Valen was in a bad mood and intimidated by his physique, they did not dare to step forward for a while and could only look at Tocas for help.
The boss said that feelings are developed through being together. It is not common to have a psychopath like Valen who, after being hurt, thinks he has a wife and describes his wife as a fairy, but maybe with some effort he can become more normal.
Tucas bravely led the four people forward and said respectfully, "Brother Li, this is carefully selected by the boss. Would you like to take another look?"
Valen curled up on the sofa, holding his wine glass, and said, "Get lost."
Tokas: "Okay, bro."
Tokas led the four people away, and before closing the door, he said considerately: "Brother Li, after today's game, the boss wants to see you. It will take half an hour, at the bar."
This is also part of Valen's job in the underground boxing ring. Valen, who still couldn't find his wife today, waved his hands weakly.
The door clicked shut and the room fell silent again.
Valen rubbed his temples, trying hard to search for that vague yet specific figure in his mind.
What was it called? I forgot, but it definitely existed.
If he had known that the game would cause him to have a brain injury and forget the most important things, he would never have participated no matter what.
But now that the matter is done, it is important to remember it as soon as possible.
The wine glass pressed against the lips is like a kiss.
He bit the rim of the cup, unconsciously applying a little force.
With a snap, a piece of the glass was bitten off.
Valen closed his eyes and chewed the prickly debris, leaving his tongue and the inside of his mouth covered in blood.
The pain calmed him down, and the hidden madness caused by emptiness was suppressed by the pain between his lips and teeth.
After chewing for a while, Valen picked up the chipped cup, spat the blood-foamed glass shards into it, and stood up and left.
The so-called competition was not difficult for him. He wouldn’t even sweat much after playing for a whole night. It could even be considered a pastime for him.
Violence and people who appreciate violence are the best medicine to barely suppress his irritability and madness besides pain.
If you can’t find a wife, even the strongest medicine will be ineffective.
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Today's game was no different than usual.
Valen is too strong. No matter whether the contestants coming to the ring are transformed into machines or biological beings, they cannot last five rounds in his hands.
Some of the smart and nimble ones knew how to hide, hoping to consume Valen's strength in this way, but Valen grabbed them, smashed their completely mechanized lower bodies, and threw them aside like garbage.
A one-sided competition is boring. With the help of kind-hearted people, more than a dozen huge, ferocious-looking experimental subjects were sent to the ring.
Kill one as soon as they come.
The entire ring was red and green. After three hours of fighting, Valen, who had dismembered the last monster beyond recognition, stood quietly in the middle of the ring, raised his eyes and looked towards the audience.
The red eyes, darkened to the point of being cold and ruthless.
After a few seconds of suffocating silence, the venue erupted into warm cheers and applause, and handfuls of banknotes and prepared gifts were thrown onto the stage.
Valen stayed on the stage for a while, quickly grabbed a few pieces of jewelry that looked good, and then left under the guidance of the staff.
The game ended at one o'clock, and generally speaking, people who wanted to meet him would arrange the meeting time during the day.
But today this guy seemed particularly anxious, and seemed to like him particularly. After the game, he didn't even pick a place and directly asked him to meet in a bar box that also served as an underground boxing ring.
The lights in the box were off and it was very dark. As soon as Valen entered, he caught the sound of someone's deliberately slowed breathing at the door.
To be mysterious.
Valen sneered inwardly and was about to raise his hand to turn on the light, but just as he moved, the shadow hiding in the darkness suddenly approached and hugged him.
Oh shit!
Valen's heart trembled, and his body worked faster than his brain. He pushed him away, turned on the light, frowned and looked at the man coldly.
The man had black hair and black eyes, very fair skin, regular facial features and was very good-looking. He pushed him hard and he fell to the ground with a loud noise. The man must have been in pain, and he frowned and slowly got up.
This scene seems familiar.
Valen stared at him, his mind full of strange-looking buns that screamed, "That's him! You love him so much! He loves you so much!"
His body stiffened, his heart beat faster, and it felt like an electric current was running through his brain, spine, and that place.
Something is wrong. Something is very wrong.
Valen thought in disbelief.
He received a strange message about District 13 yesterday, and the first thing he saw was a body lying in a pool of blood, broken into pieces.
He was not interested, but his eyes involuntarily fell on the head that was still well preserved. The vague memory became clear in an instant, and looking at the lonely head, he actually felt heartbroken.
Now, the protagonist of the photo stood in front of him alive.
And he seemed to... fall in love at first sight.
Valen stepped forward, gently helped Ana Shen up, then restrainedly stood a little further away, and said with no expression:
"I don't like strangers touching me. Does it hurt you?"
"Feel sorry."
Shen Yan was silent.
Fingers curled and unclenched.
There is a feeling of powerlessness as if I want to hit someone but I don’t know who to hit.
Who restored the Valencia he had adjusted with great difficulty with just one click!!!
Damn!
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