Chapter 208: Don't cry

Gwen, a cute and pretty, soft and sticky little girl, was going to learn fierce mixed martial arts.

When Mike sent Gwen to the hobby class, those coaches were stunned.

After knowing that it was Gwen’s own choice, the coaches shook their heads helplessly, thinking that the little girl was just curious and would definitely not be able to eat the pain of fighting once she started the classes.

But as class after class went on, Gwen not only persevered, but also showed great talent, so Gwen became the most popular little guy in this interest class with the coaches.

When Mike arrived with Gwen, the class had already started.

A well-muscled coach gave Gwen a reproachful look and whispered, “Next time, don’t be late!”

Gwen nodded her head, nimbly changed her clothes, put on her protective gear and then started the warm-up moves.

“Are you Gwen’s father?”

The coach walked up to Mike and asked with some uncertainty.

Mike looked very young, except for the hair at the temples was a bit white and had some beard, and there was no difference with a young man.

Mike nodded his head.

That coach showed a smile and said, “Gwen’s talent is very good, are you interested in letting Gwen be a professional fighter?”

Mike didn’t even think about it and said directly, “Not interested, Gwen is learning this just for exercise.”

The coach was a little sorry and tried to persuade, “Gwen has really good talent.”

Mike nodded his head and said, “I know, Gwen learns everything quite fast.”

Seeing that Mike didn’t look the least bit moved, the coach shrugged helplessly and turned to Gwen, who was walking up, and said, “This is the person you’re practicing with.”

He pointed to a young boy of a similar age to Gwen.

Gwen and the other party showed a friendly smile, but did not want the boy but disdainful: “Women? Don’t cry later, most annoying women.”

Gwen puffed out her mouth, posed, and said, “Come on!”

Watching this scene, Mike tensed up, you know, he has never been nervous even when facing the Black Emperor or whatever.

But after a few seconds, Mike’s nervousness ceased, and instead revealed a smile.

Gwen behaved well, while the kid who talked big, her little face had darkened.

Two minutes later, the kid was kicked down several times, then surprised Gwen with a naked choke in the back and cried out.

Gwen raised her chin, let go of her opponent and said, “Who’s the cry baby?”

The little boy looked at Gwen and instantly cried even harder.

Mike couldn’t help but laugh out loud and gave a thumbs up to Gwen when she looked at him.

Gwen touched her head and laughed, and seeing that the little boy was still crying, she couldn’t help but extend her hand to the other side and said, “Can you not be so humiliating? You’re a boy.”

The boy looked up at Gwen, wiped his tears, hummed softly, and said, “No one has ever hit me like that.”

“Then I’m honoured to be the first.”

Gwen smiled and pulled the other boy up, saying, “Gwen Kent.”

The boy with a few freckles on his face and a slightly brooding air looked at Gwen, shook his hand and said, “Harry Osborn.”

“Harry, let’s cheer together.”

Gwen waved her fist and said, “I’ll cover you from now on.”

“Cover, cover me?”

Harry Osborn took a step backward with some fear and said, “What’s covering me? What are you going to cover me with?”

Gwen: “……”

She looked at Harry remembering and said, “You’re so stupid, hooding you means I’ll protect you later.”

“Protect me?” Harry Osborn grunted in exasperation, “I don’t need a woman’s protection, I ……”

Thinking about how he had just been beaten and cried by Gwen, his aura weakened.

Gwen smiled happily and said, “Come on, keep practicing.”

“Okay!”

The coach watched the scene, couldn’t help but nod and said to Mike at the side, “Sir, are you sure you don’t want to think about it?”

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Mike shook his head firmly.

The coach sighed.

Mike, however, looked at the young boy sparring with Gwen with an odd face.

Harry Osborn?

Was that the same Osborne?

Osborne Industries, a large company not inferior to Stark Industries, but Mike and Osborne cannot be much of a crossover.

Looking at the two Gwen training together, Mike squeezed his chin.

Let nature take its course, not a big deal.

Eyes flickering, he looked into the distance, and then withdrew his gaze.

John was still at home.

He decided to wait for the other side to make their move before he made his move.

For now, it was more painful to watch Gwen bully the Osborne kid.

Each week, Gwen could take two days off, with fighting lessons on Saturday morning and piano lessons in the afternoon, then Sunday would be a day off.

After the fighting class, Mike took Gwen home and as he walked outside the classroom, he saw a limousine pull up at the door and pick up the little boy.

“It’s really that Osborne.”

Mike muttered, and took Gwen away.

After going home for lunch and Gwen napping for half an hour, Mike dropped Gwen off at a cram school for piano lessons.

In the afternoon, he continued to keep an eye on John until dusk, when he picked up Gwen and took her home after John was finally out the door.

Mike kept an eye on his neighbour while he made dinner.

John bought a gun and went to a restaurant for dinner.

After that, he drove to the neighbourhood of Hell’s Kitchen and just sat quietly in his car, his face stony as he kept whispering, pumping himself up and adjusting his mood.

Take advantage of this opportunity, Mike and his daughter finished eating, began to clean up the dishes.

Until Gwen fell asleep, almost early in the morning, John calmly got out of the car and walked toward a small two-story building not far away.

Seeing this, Mike raised an eyebrow.

To act?

Then he had to go out, too.

After a boundary card appeared in his hand to protect his home, Mike took out and used an instantaneous movement card to disappear into his home.

The next second, Mike has appeared in the top of John’s head.

At this point, this Mr. Nice Guy, only just left the car more than ten meters away.

Looking at John below, Mike used an invisibility card to conceal his form.

John’s carefully hidden form, looking at the small building in the distance, his gaze cold and solemn and firm, that is a psychologically prepared, and risked everything look.

Mike circled around the other side, stood in front of John, looked at John’s eyes, and sighed softly.

Mike had seen the map of the plan made by John, know that John needs enough money to guarantee life after escaping from here.

And that small building he had already seen, is a drug den.

John’s target should be the drug dealers inside.

He was going to rob the drug dealers.

“John, are you really going to do this?”

Mac said faintly, showing his form as John watched in surprise.

“Mac, Mac!”

John shouted in surprise, his hand holding the gun shook and almost shot a bullet.

He looked at his neighbour in surprise and couldn’t help but say, “You, me, what’s going on?”

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