: Opening One's Mouth and Defying the King's Stance

Chapter 3: Opening One's Mouth and Defying the King's Stance

bang...

"what!"

Battle lost, experience points +5.

bang...

"ah!"

Battle lost, experience points +5.

"Sufficient experience; current thief level 1."

bang...

"oh!"

Battle lost, experience points +5, skill learned: Weapon Mastery.

Weapon Mastery lv0: Accuracy +1.

……

The half-day sparring session is over.

Allen is completely unrecognizable.

He was knocked away again and again, and got up again and again, his face swollen so much that his eyes were only slits.

At the same time, system prompts appeared in my mind one after another.

"After training today, go see Chelsea to treat your external injury, and we'll continue tomorrow."

Nisha felt a surge of relief after venting her anger.

She underestimated Allen's patience; he didn't surrender or beg for mercy. If he weren't mentally unstable, he would be truly suitable to be trained as a qualified martial artist.

"I will not admit defeat on this point, I swear on my current and former partners."

As he spoke, Allen raised his hands, indicating his current partner on his right and his ex-partner on his left.

In Allen's view, the whole body can be soft, except for the mouth.

"Very good, I look forward to your performance tomorrow."

Nisha was quite pleased with herself for leaving home. She loved to be stubborn and then gradually plant the seeds of fear in his heart.

Turn left after exiting the building and follow the signs to the medical room.

Lei Xiaoaogu lived for hundreds of years and followed many masters in his cultivation, collecting many medical prescriptions from them, since injuries are inevitable when practicing martial arts.

The Assassin's Guild's growth and expansion depended heavily on healing medicines; otherwise, who would risk their lives if they trained so many crippled individuals?

"Hey, isn't this Allen? You didn't recognize him after just half a day?"

Love at first sight.

Talia greeted him in a sarcastic tone.

On the first day, Allen mocked her for not having a better figure than Nisha, and that's how the two started their feud.

However, Allen has never lost to anyone when it comes to verbal sparring.

Immediately, he supported the back of his head with one hand, elbow against the wall, and put his other hand on his hip, crossing his legs and arguing defiantly.

"So it was my dear Talia. Were you worried about me, so you pretended to bump into me?"

A smile, which Alan thought was cool, appeared on his swollen face: "I know, I know. After all, you can't hide the look in someone's eyes when you love them. You're afraid I'll become obsessed with Nisha."

Talia felt as if she had swallowed a pound of flies.

He must have had nothing better to do than provoke a mentally ill person.

Pretending not to hear, I quickened my pace and walked past, determined to stay away from lunatics in the future, otherwise I would become abnormal along with them.

She spent most of her life practicing martial arts, so how could she possibly win against a stubborn king of words? The only solution she could think of was to kill him.

"Talia, running away won't solve the problem."

"Love should be spoken aloud. I mustered up the courage to confess my love to you. I hope your love will no longer waver. With you in my life, my life is vibrant and colorful..."

He couldn't stop being so stubborn.

Allen sang a love song with deep emotion.

The singing sounded like a death knell. Talia covered her ears with both hands and went from walking briskly to running for her life, not wanting to stay a second longer.

"You little brat, you don't dare to face your true feelings."

Allen said with a leisurely self-satisfaction, "Running away will only make you more addicted."

Yeah!

He turned around and saw Nisha looking at him with a strange expression.

Worried that Allen wouldn't be able to find the infirmary, she turned back to lead him there, just in time to witness what had just happened.

Honestly, seeing Talia suffer made Nisa feel even happier than when her father, Lei Xiao Augu, praised her.

"I'll go easy on you tomorrow."

Are you confessing your feelings?

"..."

Clearly, Allen's stubbornness hadn't cooled down, and he accidentally hurt his teammates.

Nisha's original intention was to use the other party to make Talia suffer, but in the end, she was an uncontrollable factor who attacked indiscriminately when she got angry.

Seeing Nisa flee, Allen couldn't help but toss his hair back and say, "I know you're all attracted to me. I can tell you're playing hard to get. I am indeed exceptionally talented. Sigh, being charming is such a headache. But I am utterly loyal to Xiao You."

"Xiao Zuo, stop! You're just an ex, please keep your distance."

Mentally ill patients often experience a lot of joy. Allen is never alone; Xiao Zuo and Xiao You are always by his side, occasionally engaging in a torturous love triangle filled with jealousy and rivalry.

squeak.

The door to the infirmary was pushed open halfway, and a face swollen beyond recognition peered in.

Chelsea, who was studying ancient books, paused for a moment, then recognized the person after three seconds of silence. With a kind smile, she said, "Allen, come in and have a seat."

He was a non-combatant member of the Assassin's Guild, serving as a pharmacist and specializing in developing various drugs for the organization. His position was second only to the Ninja Master, but he did not have much real power.

This was their second meeting.

The first time was when Nisa brought Ellen back.

He was freezing and on the verge of death, but Chelsea's excellent medical skills brought him back to full health.

"Old Che, arrange a plastic surgery for me. I don't need to be super handsome, but I need to be amazing."

"I am a practitioner of Traditional Chinese Medicine."

"If it's not going to work, it's not going to work. Why make excuses?"

Chelsea got up and rummaged through the medicine cabinet for a jar of ointment. He knew Allen's character well; the more he talked, the more excited he became.

"This is a medication for external medical treatment. It promotes blood circulation, removes blood stasis, and accelerates healing and growth. You don't need to apply too much. Keep the rest on hand and ask me for more when you run out."

He didn't have much aversion to Allen, but he couldn't stand him being bothered every few days, so he simply gave him more treatment ointment to avoid seeing him every day.

"Growth?!"

Allen's focus was often different from that of ordinary people. When introducing the ointment, he remembered those two words, and his smile became even brighter. He looked down at his lower body.

Ahem...

Chelsea cautioned, "Stop having unrealistic ideas, or you will lose them."

"Look at what you're saying, I've always been very satisfied with my size."

Allen gave an awkward smile, concealing his true thoughts.

Of course, Chelsea are highly skeptical; never believe the words of a madman, they don't even know what they're doing.

He carried the medicine bottle back to his bedroom and applied the pungent-smelling ointment in front of the mirror.

The cooling sensation relieves pain and has a very significant effect.

The Assassin's Guild's exclusive secret recipe, a low-cost version, is being sold through a company.

Such a large organization already has astronomical expenses to support its subordinates every year, so it's hard to believe that assassinations and bounties can sustain its income and expenditure.

The investment in training a single martial artist is no less than US$50,000 per year.

The Snow Mountain base alone has over a hundred people. The total number of members in the hidden bases such as Purgatory Island, along with the mission operation expenses, building repair costs, equipment depreciation costs, drug procurement costs, and other miscellaneous expenses, amount to at least hundreds of millions of yuan.

[Character]: Allen (1/10)

[Occupation]: Level 5 Thief

[Skill]: Lv1 Weapon Mastery

[Time]: 1981, Wanted.

[Requirement]: Current profession must be at level 120 to be able to return to the original timeline.

Lying in bed, Allen stared blankly at his attribute panel, then suddenly realized, "I've transmigrated into the Assassin's Guild. Based on the timeline, I might have encountered..."

(End of this chapter)