Harry called to ask Hermione to meet Deadpool,
But the little witch on the other end of the phone didn't seem to be very enthusiastic. Harry thought that Hermione was still afraid of Deadpool in his avocado state,
And explained, "His face has been fixed." In the end, Hermione chuckled and said, "It's no use even if he makes himself into Johnny Depp.
The final exam is coming soon.
I still have to study. " Then she hung up the phone, leaving Harry not knowing whether to laugh or cry. This world really wasn't set up by him. There was still an exam?
What was even more frightening was that..,
After learning all the truth..,
Hermione was still obsessed with studying and getting high scores?
Harry reflected on himself a little.
He put aside a pile of homework for the time being and went out with Peter that night. Although there was no Johnny Depp, Ryan Reynolds was not bad either!
After the mass brawl that night..,
Victor and Slade quickly came to an agreement.
Slade changed the Terminator Bar into the Terminator Dojo in three days.
The dance floor and booths were all removed.
The Winchester models hanging on the wall were no longer Winchester models, but real cold weapons (in fact, the Heat also had them, but it was not easy to display them openly). The bar was still in the shop.
However, the drinks were all provided by the Saber-Toothed Bar across the street.
This was written in their agreement.
In fact, in this naturally strange town..,
There were more people who were brave and fierce than Slade imagined,
It was just that there was no chance to vent on weekdays.
So that night, after they started the party in Warren,
The situation could quickly ferment into a fight club. This time, Slade officially opened the dojo. The people who were there that night naturally swarmed over, and those who weren't there also came. "The Terminator" became famous overnight.
When Harry and Peter arrived at the Saber-Toothed Bar, there were more than twenty people sitting in the shop at first, but as they sat, the heat wave across the street kept spreading to this side. The guests, whether they were martial artists or not, all went over to watch in twos and threes with wine glasses. In the end, only Harry and Peter were left sitting there, looking at each other and drinking juice.
Harry looked around and after confirming that there was no third customer in the shop, he couldn't help but ask a waiter, "Where's your security captain (Wade)?"
The waiter smiled politely and pointed across the street. "He's fighting across the street."
"... What about your store manager?"
"Watching the fight across the street."
Silence.
Tonight's Golden Gate Bridge.
Harry and Peter had no choice but to grab a glass of juice each and stroll over to the dojo across the street to watch the show.
Probably because Slade was running a dojo for the first time and was inexperienced, he didn't think too much about the levels of the ring. There were people in the audience who really came to learn from each other, and there were also people who came to watch the fight (fight), but there were also people who were inexplicably involved in the fight — some of them were even carrying children in their arms. Harry pulled Peter around the crowd of onlookers, but they didn't even see who was fighting who. Instead, they saw a vendor pushing a cart selling snacks and bandages!
In the end, the two of them each bought a bucket of popcorn and sat in a corner, planning to wait until the fight was over before discussing where to find Wade.
However, not long after they sat down, Jason Todd, who was patrolling the arena with a long stick, noticed them and said in surprise, "Peter? Why are you here? And this... "The red hood squinted slightly and glanced at Harry." The kid who threw the knife handle. "
Harry laughed awkwardly. He didn't really like this nickname.
Peter, on the other hand, seemed to be familiar with Jason and asked directly, "Brother Todd, do you know where Wade is?"
Jason turned his head to look at the arena and said, "I saw him flirting with girls half an hour ago, but I don't know now."
"Huh?" Peter's expression immediately changed. Harry facepalmed.
Jason was amused by Peter, and changed his words, "Silly boy, he just went up for a round, and seemed to be injured. He should be upstairs applying medicine now. Okay, I'll take you there. "
As he spoke, he swept a path with his long stick and let the two boys follow. This wasn't easy at the moment. Harry felt that Jason was like Moses parting the sea when he walked in front, but after he walked past, the bustling crowd would soon close the sea, almost drowning Peter and Harry.
When they finally walked out of the crowd, Peter only felt that he didn't know how many hands had brushed against him along the way. He couldn't help but ask, "Brother Todd, your shop is so messy. Aren't you afraid of thieves?"
Harry saw a crack appear on Jason's cool and handsome face, and then became depressed. "Petty thieves are secondary. The main thing is that the shop is too messy. There are so many people every day, and almost every day there are people causing trouble. Grayson doesn't let me hit people. Do I have to call the police every day?"
From this, one could see how cunning Saber-Toothed Tiger was. He opened a bar and only needed to deliver drinks to the dojo. He didn't need to worry about the customers causing trouble or the loss of the bar. Furthermore, from the looks of it, the bar's turnover would only increase and not decrease.
Thinking about this, Harry suddenly asked, "Mr. Todd, may I ask, what is the main source of income for the martial arts school now?" Harry originally thought that the martial arts school was collecting tickets, but when they came in just now, no one sold tickets to them. Even if they wanted to sell tickets, they could only sell them a hanging ticket.
Jason glanced at Harry and said, "There is an entry fee. Slade has invited a few of his friends to be martial artists. The customers can go down and challenge any one of them. It's up to you whether you win or lose, but if you win, you can get a bonus. "
"That's not worth it." Harry rubbed his chin. "For this kind of fighting style, you don't need such a big bar. Basically, you can just rent a basement. You can also open a gambling house." This was the simplest way to fight underground.
Jason seemed to be interested. He crossed his arms and said, "Go on."
Harry analyzed, "Since you opened a martial arts school, you don't have to follow the old path of underground fighting. You see, the group of people downstairs, other than those who are here to watch the show and those who are selling popcorn, are actually your customers. But they can't fight with your martial artists one by one. The venue and time are all problems. Besides, not everyone can fight with an expert like Mafo, right? In this way, after a long time, those who are watching the show will still be watching the show, and those who are selling popcorn will still be selling popcorn. "
Jason stopped and motioned for Harry to continue.
"In my opinion, since you have so many experts who can fight against a hundred people, instead of pushing them out as sparring partners, why don't you sell them as products? Don't misunderstand! I mean, sell their abilities as products. Anyway, you have been 'trial operation' for a few days. Everyone has seen enough of the martial artists' abilities and accumulated enough fans. People who practice martial arts are particular about not missing the opportunity to meet an expert. Then, what about those who have not practiced with the martial artists? At this time, you can smoothly change the profession of the martial artists to teachers. The fighting style can still be maintained, but you can open up a project. In fact, this project can become the main business of the martial arts school... "
Harry paused and took a sip of his drink to moisten his throat. Jason and Peter asked together, "What project?"
"Selling membership cards." Harry swallowed his drink and said with a smile, "Since it's a martial arts school, it's not like performing acrobatics on the street. Everyone can come and watch, but not everyone will pay. That would be inconvenient to manage! The martial arts school sells the venue and atmosphere. Of course, after a long time, it can also sell ideas and feelings. Since the customers you are targeting are those who like martial arts, then we can sell membership cards to them. Only card holders can enter the dojo and exchange pointers with their mutual lovers. If you want to learn from a Martial Master, you can. If you want to duel with a Martial Master, you can as well. But first, you have to have such a membership card … "
"I promise you, if you want to come to our martial arts school, you don't need a membership card. Just show your face!" Slade laughed and walked upstairs. He patted Harry's shoulder and almost pushed him to the first floor. He looked at him seriously and said, "The little kid who threw the knife handle."
Harry lowered his head and buried his face in the popcorn bucket.
Slade was still talking. "Little Hero, this little brother is really interesting. I think his ideas are good. Why don't I tear down the arena downstairs tomorrow? Ah, no, it's better to keep the arena. But I have to redecorate the other places and hold a meeting with them tonight... By the way, what are you doing here? "
"We're looking for Wade." Jason seemed to have given up on Slade's informal way of doing business.
"Ah, he's in Room 202. You take the kids there. I'll discuss it with Muff!"
Harry watched Slade stride down the stairs. He felt that whether his idea was accepted or not, the martial arts school would not last long.
When he walked into Room 202, Wade, who was said to be injured, was lying on a comfortable high-end sofa and reading a magazine. Beside him was a plate of cut fruit and a few glasses of wine of different colors. He was really comfortable.
Jason walked over and kicked Wade down. He said angrily, "Didn't you say you were injured? Where are you hurt?! "
Wade screamed and rolled on the ground to avoid Jason's next kick, but he was stopped by his long rod. He could only shamelessly grab his clothes and say, "I'm really injured! Look, look, look, my shoulder is bruised! Ah, baby boy, you're here too! Are you here to feel sorry for your dear Wade? I'm so happy! "
Harry shook off the exclamation marks in his head and carefully looked at Wade's exposed shoulder. He found that it was indeed only a little bruise. And this bruise, for a mercenary who had experienced hundreds of battles, was simply...
"What's the difference between this and a mosquito bite?!" Jason roared.
Wade was still insisting that he had been badly hurt and needed Baby Boy's kisses to get better, but Peter was too ashamed to look at his boyfriend. He only growled in a low voice, "Uncle, can … can you put on your clothes first?"
Although he was dissatisfied with Wade hiding and slacking while he had to maintain order downstairs, Jason finally sat down in the room. It seemed that he did not intend to go down.
Harry watched as Peter sat down on another sofa and stepped on Wade, who was still lying on the ground. Then the two began a long public display of affection. He thought that Peter must have forgotten why they were here, so he calmly sat down beside Jason, picked up an apple, and began to peel it.
"There's cut fruit on the plate," Jason reminded him.
"Those are oxidized. I like to eat fresh." Harry calmly peeled a long string of apple skins, secretly wondering how to stab the knife into Wade's body.
"Ah, it's cut!" Harry picked up an apple skin and stood up to look for the trash can. "Hey, the trash can is over there..." Then he bent down and tried to throw the apple skin in — and threw the fruit knife in his hand out.
"Holy sh * t!" But Wade's reaction was faster than Harry thought. Pete's reaction wasn't slow either. As Wade rolled close to the sofa, Pete reached out and grabbed the handle of the knife. Then he handed it back to Harry in a cold sweat. "You have to be careful — it almost stabbed Wade."
Harry chuckled and took the fruit knife. He slowly cut off the flesh and stuffed it into his mouth. Wade also sat up and pulled Peter to the window to watch the arena.
It turned out that the windows of the private room on the second floor were more elaborate. After the partition was pulled open, there was a double-layered vacuum glass window, which not only soundproofed but also did not prevent the guests from observing the situation on the first floor. Especially at this moment, the private room was equivalent to a VIP auditorium.
Harry also went to take a look, only to see a fierce fight in the arena downstairs. Harry knew one of them, a bald man with a lot of big gold chains. Harry was not familiar with the other one. He only learned from Wade that it was Ben, who had a tube inserted into his body.
Ben, who was not injected with drugs, was still strong and maintained the level of an excellent mercenary. Bullseye, as a professional killer, was not to be underestimated either. The two of them exchanged blows and made dull sounds, which attracted the applause of the onlookers. Harry was secretly shocked. Any normal person would be able to tell that this was not a fight between ordinary "martial arts enthusiasts", and most of the people in the arena had probably killed more than one or two people.
Bullseye was more agile than Bain, but he wasn't as strong. After circling the ring twice, he suddenly threw an object at Bain's knee joint, causing the latter to stagger.
Wade took out a pair of binoculars and looked at it carefully, only to exclaim, "It's a saber hilt?" He paused for a moment and said in a surprised tone, "I thought it was a saber hilt. I didn't expect it to really be a saber hilt!"
Harry picked up the binoculars and found a waiter who was holding a plate of fruit and a blade in the crowd, not knowing what to do …
There was no telling whether Bullseye's skill was inherited from his original body or inspired by Harry. In the next five minutes, Bullseye took something from the onlookers from time to time and used it to attack Ben. After all, this was a real "kickboxing" competition, and there was no explicit ban on the use of weapons. Naturally, buttons, apple cores and heart medicine bottles were not prohibited either. In the end, the onlookers even offered weapons to Bullseye, and the waiters all avoided them.
Ben would not be hurt by this level of attack, but he was very annoyed that he was being thrown around. In the end, he gritted his teeth and stomped his feet. He ignored the melon seeds flying towards him and grabbed Bullseye, and then lifted him up. Readers who were familiar with DC would know that this was a broken-back pose.
But before Harry could pray for Bullseye, Ben suddenly cried out and let go of Bullseye. Bullseye fell to the ground and quickly stood up. While Ben was still gasping for air, Bullseye quickly knocked him down and won the unexpected victory.
In the box, Peter was still confused. "How did the bald guy win?"
Wade's lips twitched and he said, "When Ben carried Lester, Lester was still holding a saber hilt."
"And then?"
Harry faintly explained, "At the most critical moment, he threw the hilt of the knife out and it hit the tendon on Bane's leg …" He didn't expect Bane to lose in such a cowardly way other than having his spinal cord cut off 100%.
The three of them huddled at the window and sighed. Harry had almost finished an apple. Finally, Wade couldn't help but ask, "Hey, buddy, are you left-handed?"
Harry looked at his left hand that was holding the saber and chuckled. "It's okay, it's okay. I can use both hands."
Wade asked seriously, "Then why did you insist on cutting the apple with your left hand? You scared me so much. Oh, Petey, I didn't mean that you were jumping!"
Because you were standing on my left. I had to hold the saber with my left hand to accidentally cut you! Unfortunately, he couldn't find a chance to throw the saber out.
Sitting back on the sofa in frustration, Harry put the fruit knife back into the scabbard and began to eat the grapes on the fruit plate.
Jason, who had been sitting in the corner, didn't go up to watch the game, nor did he pay attention to Wade and Peter, who were still fiercely discussing the game. He only looked at Harry calmly.
"You really don't know that bald guy? I think he looks a little like you … "
"No way! I'm much more handsome than him! "
"I mean temperament …" Peter said as he reached out to pick up an apple and the fruit knife. However, Harry didn't put the blade in tightly, so when Peter grabbed the scabbard, the hilt and the blade fell out. Wade subconsciously shouted "baby boy" and then reached out to hold the blade.
Harry didn't have time to react. Wade's blood had dripped onto the carpet.
"Wade!" Peter threw down the apple and the scabbard. He held Wade's injured hand and gently pulled out the bloodstained fruit knife. He said anxiously and angrily, "Why did you reach out to take it?"
"Hey, it's okay, baby …" Wade touched Peter's head with his uninjured hand, then touched Peter's back. Finally, his evil claws wandered to Peter's waist …
"Ouch —"
Peter pinched Wade's arm hard. After restraining the dishonest hooligan, he asked Jason, "Brother Todd, I think we might need some ointment and gauze."
Jason didn't move. Instead, he reached out to pick up a piece of pear from the fruit plate Harry was holding. After eating it slowly, he said slowly, "I don't think we need it."
Harry looked down and counted the grapes on the plate.
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