The waste is going to strike back

After hearing what Fu Sanjin said, Mu Xin just felt funny.

I'm just thin, how can I be considered a weakling?

I have abdominal muscles and a mermaid line, but I am still called a weakling? Obviously, Song Ziwen, who is shorter than me, is more like a weakling, right? !

Mu Xin rolled his eyes in his heart, then stood up. "So, you think I'm a weakling? Unworthy of being the vice-captain of a team?"

"Yes!" Fu Sanjin nodded fearlessly.

Mu Xin laughed dangerously. Yan Shaohui on the side thought that something was wrong. It seemed that Mu Xin was going to make a move.

"Whether I am a weakling or not, you can't tell just by looking at me. How about this, let's go to the training room and practice. If I beat you within 20 moves, I lose, and I'll give you the position of vice-captain. How about that?"

"Twenty moves? You're afraid that I'll beat you so badly that even your mother won't recognize you. I'd better let you have five moves." Fu Sanjin sneered, full of confidence in his abilities.

"Oh, no need. It's just twenty moves. I'm afraid you'll give me five moves, and then you'll be the one crying." Mu Xin was not willing to be outdone and answered with a smile.

"You kid..." Fu Sanjin was so angry that he wanted to stand up and argue, but was held down by Lie Ying beside him.

Seeing Mu Xin rubbing his hands ready to go, Yan Shaohui thought that Mu Xin was probably itching to show off his skills. Well, a new official has three things to do when he takes office, so he might as well use Fu Sanjin as the first one.

"I recommended Xiao Xin, so if I am the referee, some of you will definitely say that I am biased. So let Deng Miao be the referee." Yan Shaohui took the initiative to propose.

Song Ziwen nodded, "I think it's feasible. Big guy, let's go to the training room and let the vice-captain see your ability."

Fu Sanjin snorted and walked out first.

Mu Xin and Yan Shaohui were the last to leave. Deng Miao waited for Mu Xin to come out, then came up to him and whispered, "Fu Sanjin is extremely strong, and he's best at breaking people's arms and legs. You must be careful when dealing with him."

Mu Xin gave Deng Miao a kind smile and said, "Thank you for the reminder."

"You're welcome. After all, you are Brother Yan's wife." After Deng Miao answered with a smile, he quickly caught up with the person in front, leaving behind Mu Xin who was a little stunned and Yan Shaohui who was laughing secretly at the side.

Mu Xin blushed at Deng Miao's words. He could even imagine what impression Yan Shaohui's buddies had of him!

Even Qi Shanlang's fiancée said that she was Yan Shaohui's "daughter-in-law", so one can imagine how his three best friends view him.

This damn Yan Shaohui.

Mu Xin glared at Yan Shaohui who was following beside him and whispered, "It's your fault again."

Yan Shaohui looked innocent and said, "I didn't do anything." What could he do when his best friends sympathized with him?

"..."

The training room is very large, with a lot of fitness equipment, some equipment needed for combat training, and even a gun shooting training ground and a fighting area.

Mu Xin looked around and sighed in his heart that Yan Longping was really willing to spend so much money to build such a training room, which was exclusively for this team.

However, these people do have the capital to make the legion put in so much effort. After all, in their previous lives, these people were the backbone of the First Legion of Hell.

Ten people arrived at the fighting area. Fu Sanjin took off his coat, revealing the tight training suit underneath. His muscles were as strong and sturdy as those of a weightlifter.

Mu Xin took off his military cap and coat, revealing a white shirt underneath.

"I say, Deputy Captain Mu, you're going to fight me like this? Don't cry if your new clothes get dirty later." After saying this, Fu Sanjin laughed out loud, as if he could see Mu Xin crying and looking miserable.

Mu Xin sneered, his eyes flashing with ice. If he hadn't taken the sword, he would have cut the tendons of this guy's hands and feet.

"Instead of taking advantage of the power of others, you might as well do some stretching exercises. It would be bad if you strain your muscles." Mu Xin folded his coat and handed it to Yan Shaohui along with his military cap.

Then he rolled up his shirt sleeves and unbuttoned the top three buttons of his collar, revealing his sexy collarbone.

Compared to Mu Xin who was full of abstinence just now, he now had a more bewitching sexiness and wildness.

"Who do you think will win?" Song Ziwen quietly complained to a bald man next to him who had not spoken a word.

The bald man narrowed his eyes and looked at Mu Xin.

This man has a strong iron-blooded aura and sharp and ruthless eyes. He looks frail, but every inch of his muscle contains potential for explosive power. It is obvious that he is a man who has experienced many ups and downs. It seems that Fu Sanjin has met his match this time.

"Don't talk." the bald man reminded.

Huige turned his head to look at the bald man who rarely spoke, raised his eyebrows, and then continued to watch the show with Lieying with his arms crossed.

It seems that the bald man already has a premonition that Fu Sanjin will lose badly in this match, even worse than the one he fought with Yan Shaohui yesterday afternoon.

Gray Pigeon curled his lips. This firewood looks very interesting.

Yan Shaohui had been paying attention to the movements of these team members. As martial artists have good hearing, he naturally heard what Song Ziwen and the bald man said. He glanced in the direction of the sound, and then continued to pay attention to Mu Xin.

But in his heart he remembered this bald man who had never spoken.

Mu Xin was stretching himself while listening to Fu Sanjin's meaningless provocations, but there was no moment of relaxation on his face.

"I can handle seven or eight chicken cubs like you by myself. Stop pretending and doing these useless things. You are just wasting time..." Fu Sanjin said shamelessly.

"Let's start." The firewood is ready.

"Eh? ...Well, let's get started then."

The fighting area has a fighting field and a viewing area. Mu Xin and Fu Sanjin stand on both sides of the fighting field. One appears to be very relaxed, while the other has an indifferent look on his face, with cold eyes.

Seeing that both of them were ready, Deng Miao blew the whistle.

Mu Xin's ears moved and he immediately ran towards Fu Sanjin.