The Pirate Incarnate as Thunder

City of Seven Waters, Center Street Hotel.

With the crisp ringing of the bell, Gabra appeared wearing black training clothes.

"Welcome, may I ask sir?"

"I have an appointment with that gentleman."

Gabra interrupted the waiter and looked at the chair by the window, where Colin was taking a swig of wine.

The round table, which was not too big, was also filled with many wine bottles. Seeing this scene, Gabra sighed slightly: "How long has this gentleman been here?"

"It's been almost two days, brother, if you know me, you'd better give me some advice. Although this gentleman gave me a lot of money, you can still drink like this," the bartender reminded in a low voice.

Gabra waved his hand and walked towards Colin, hoping that Colin would understand what he said.

"Ugh, Gabra, you liar."

Colin looked up and saw Gabra, not hiding his ridicule and self-blame. Why did he agree to Reg's application in the first place?

"Teacher Colin, I have tried my best. The enemy also has Devil Fruit abilities." Gabra lowered his voice and picked up the wine glass to pour it for Colin.

"Try your best? That's not what you said at first, liar." Colin took the wine glass away and poured it into his mouth again.

Gabra remained silent and continued to pour wine. The person who paid the most to Reg was undoubtedly Colin.

No one would doubt this. From the time they arrived at the Ninth Tower, the two of them were almost inseparable for three years.

"Teacher Colin, Reg asked me to say sorry to you for what he said before leaving the island. I hope you can forget it." Gabra said with a guilty look on his face.

"Hiccup, now that things have happened, there's no point in saying I'm sorry and get out. I don't want to see you. Why is it that Reg is the one who died?"

Colin's face turned red as he burped, and he slammed the table.

Gabra's face turned ugly, and the veins on his forehead popped out, as if he was trying his best to suppress his anger.

Colin almost said: Why is it not you who died?

"Well, what are you looking at? Get lost." Colin simply turned his head away, not wanting to look at Gabra again.

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Gabra suppressed his anger and bowed slightly, then left Dingling without looking back.

As the bell swayed, Colin suddenly shouted: "Give me wine"

"Guest, please greet me."

Colin threw out the box at hand, and piles of Baileys were scattered on the ground: "Keep the room private, everyone else, get out of here."

“Assholes are great if they have money.”

Before the bald man could finish speaking, Colin picked him up with one hand: "Don't let me see anyone except the bartender for 10 seconds."

"No, no"

The bald man's face turned red due to suffocation, and his other two companions did not dare to move: the murderous intent was too terrifying.

Colin's action suppressed the dissatisfaction of other people in the bar. No one would doubt whether this crazy man would kill anyone.

Amidst the ringing and ringing of the door, the bar quickly emptied of people.

Colin casually threw the bald man aside, and his two companions just woke up from a dream, lifted him up and left quickly.

"Hiccup, Gudong, Gudong"

Colin, who returned to sit down in front of the window, picked up the new wine the bartender brought and drank it hard. But deep in his eyes, there was a hint of understanding.

Before Reg left, how could he forget the student he regarded as his own son? He said three times with extreme certainty: He will not die, he will live well.

Although others didn't know it clearly, Colin knew that Gabra recognized Reg as his eldest brother.

If Reg really died, not only would he not be angry just now, but he would also blame himself.

"You bastard, what on earth are you thinking? Do you think p9 is so easy to escape from?"

Colin suppressed a smile and drank wine as if he was giving up on himself: As a teacher, he can't get rid of sadness so quickly.

"Forget it, just live, just live."

Colin, smoking bottle after bottle, slowly lay on the table. This time he took a 10-day vacation, and he spent the rest of the time

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I'm afraid I have to continue playing the role of an alcoholic.

Colin is now very fortunate that the former chief of p9 joined p0 a few years ago. The current chief of p9 is Spangdyne, a loser who climbed up through family power: he only knows how to keep climbing up, and only values ​​personal strength rather than personal strength. Loyalty and details.

Otherwise, the appearance of the burned body alone would be enough reason to doubt the suspicion.

But Colin didn't know that Reg's plan took Spangdine's character into account.

The second floor of Xia Qi Hotel.

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"Stand upright and keep your feet together."

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"Put your hands together in front of your chest and relax your whole body."

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"Finally, breathe evenly"

In the middle of the circular hut, Reg's body stood straight, his feet together, his hands clasped between his neck and chin in a praying posture. His little head was slightly raised, and his forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat.

Next to him was an old lady about the same height as him, holding a thin wooden stick in her hand. She had long white hair, a larger face, high cheekbones, and brightly colored lipstick on her lips.

She is the first three emperors of Daughter Island. There is not much difference between the memories of Grandma Ye and Reg.

The reason why it is on the second floor is because while Reg was cleaning the interior of the hotel, he did not forget to read a book and do physical training.

Grandma Ze was moved when she saw him working so hard. Or rather, everyone who had seen him practice was surprised.

After three days like this, Grandma Ze actually offered to teach him some cultivation methods from her hometown, which naturally included Xia Qi's help.

Although Reg paid a rather shameful price for this.

"Don't exert any force on your body, brat. A strong warrior must be both strong and soft. Just being tough won't do."

As Grandma Ze spoke, she stretched out a small wooden stick and hit Reg's left arm: "The muscles are still a little tight, please relax."

"Why, if my mother-in-law doesn't even have this little strength, she can't even put her hands together." Reg said with a twitching corner of his mouth. Isn't this a difficult thing to do?

"How will you know if you can't do it if you don't try? Don't talk back and do as I say." Grandma Ze said with a serious face.

Reg blinked and simply gave up thinking. The strength in his arms was completely exhausted, and the hands that were attached began to separate.

The next second, the wooden stick in Grandma Ze's hand held Reg's hands: "With the strength of a hair, it is not difficult to do what you say."

"Hair"

After Reg adjusted a strand of hair, he suddenly realized that it would have been better if he had said this earlier.

Grandma Ze slowly retracted her palm and nodded slightly: "Get familiar with this movement first. I'll call you during lunch."

After finishing speaking, without waiting for Reg's response, the mother-in-law turned and walked towards the wooden door. Reg, who did not dare to be distracted, could only stay in place "tremblingly" and closed his eyes in a praying posture.

Although the other party didn't even mention the name of Daughters Island, he only mentioned the practice method from his hometown.

But Reg knew that the kind of practice he was doing now was a practice that every child on Daughter Island needed to do: regarding body softness, even though he was a male.

Reg's training on Tallinn Island was all about efficiency, toughness, and speed, except for the paper drawing among the six movements. He would not teach this slow method at all.

In Reg's opinion, this kind of "softness" is more like yoga in his previous life. But his mother-in-law said that what he lacks now is the flexibility of his body.

As long as this is done well and the two are combined, the most basic level of armed domineering can be channeled.

Reg didn't object to this. After all, in his memory, everyone on Daughter's Island was more or less armed and domineering, which showed that they had a mature training system there.

Although this kind of domineering is only the most elementary, colorless and transparent kind.

But Leige doesn't have many requirements. As long as he can apply a little domineering, his attack power will be greatly improved: and it will be much easier to learn "Iron Block" and "Finger Spear" if he has not chosen to practice.

These two require a high degree of control over the muscles of the whole body, and the practice method taught by Grandma Ye happens to be a targeted training.