Gao Wen's face was gloomy, and he was silent for more than ten seconds, "You should try punching."

He was speaking to Klein.

Klein, without a cane, recalled the boxing match he had seen in his previous life, raised his arm, and swung it forward.

The corner of Gao Wen's mouth twitched invisibly, he thought for a while and said, "Kick."

Turning his body halfway, swinging his hips, Klein tightened his thighs and pulled out his right foot.

"Cough..." Gawain put his hands on his mouth, coughed twice, looked at Leonard and said, "I will abide by the contract, but in his situation, for the first month, he only needs to come every week Four times, three hours each time."

"You are a fighting expert, you decide." Leonard nodded without hesitation, and smiled at Klein, "See you at dinner."

After he walked out of the iron fence gate, Klein asked curiously: "Teacher, where should I start practicing? Punches, or steps?"

As a qualified keyboard expert, he knows that the footsteps of fighting are also very important.

Gawain hung his hands by his sides, shook his head angrily, and said, "What you need most now is strength training."

"See there? There are two iron dumbbells, and they are your companions today."

"Beyond that, you need to do squats, run and jump rope, and we'll do it in groups."

While Klein was in a daze, his voice suddenly raised, and he asked majesticly, "Do you understand?"

"Understood!" At this moment, Klein felt like he was back in military training, facing an unkind instructor.

"Go and change your clothes first. There is a set of knight practice clothes on the sofa." Gawain sighed suddenly, turned around with his hands behind his back, and walked towards the pair of iron-black dumbbells.

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At six o'clock in the evening, in the corner of the old Ville restaurant.

Except for Frye who was on duty at the Chanis Gate, all members of the Blackthorn Security Company were present, a total of six night watchers and five civilian staff.

White tablecloths were laid quietly on the long table, and the waiters came over with plate after plate of food, which they cut first, and then delivered to each guest separately.

Klein saw steak with black pepper sauce, bacon, sausage with mashed potatoes, custard, aloe vera, specialty cheese, and amber champagne, but he didn't A little appetite, the afternoon training made him almost throw up.

Glancing at the newly promoted Nighthawk with pale face and slack eyes, Dunn picked up the glass of red wine in front of him, smiled and said, "Let us welcome the new official member, Klein Moretti, cheers!"

The indifferent and introverted black-haired lady Luo Yao Leiting, the petite "Sleepless" Kenley White, the slovenly slutty Leonard Mitchell, and the white-haired and black-eyed "Midnight Poet" Sika Te... Ang, Qi Qi toasted and looked at the new teammates.

Klein endured the residual discomfort from training, took the glass of amber champagne, stood up and said, "Thank you."

He clinked glasses with each Nighthawk one by one, and drank the little champagne with his head raised.

"At a time like this, won't our Miss Writer say something?" Dunn smiled and looked at Sika Teon.

Sika Teon is a lady in her thirties. Her appearance is quite ordinary, but her temperament is very outstanding. She is calm and peaceful. Coupled with her rare long white hair, she has a somewhat unique charm.

Klein heard from Old Neil that this "Midnight Poet" was a novel lover in his spare time, and he tried to submit articles to newspapers and magazines, but unfortunately only a few tabloids passed.

Sika smiled, glanced at Dunn and said, "In order to make what you call 'Miss Writer' a reality, Captain, I think you should grant me a special fee so that I can pay for the publication of the novel myself."

Dunn spread his hands and said with a smile: "You should learn from Old Neil and find a more suitable reason."

"In this respect, I admire Mr. Neil the most!" Rosanne swallowed a piece of roast leg of lamb and echoed loudly. JrNovels.com