Chapter 1185

After getting rid of the wandering life of hiding in Tibet and starving, the Aikins siblings grew up quickly. Werewolves don't have a big appetite to cross Solim, even two werewolves.

No one would want to believe that Derek and Devina were minors, one was 17 and the other was 16, but they were two adults just by their appearance.

Derek is now nearly 7 feet tall, which perfectly explains what a native werewolf is, you must know that he is not yet an adult, and it is estimated that it will not be a problem to grow to 2 meters by then.

Although Divina is not as tall as her brother, she is also 6 feet tall and 1.8 meters tall, and because of her good food in recent years, her well-nourished figure is simply explosive.

The brother and sister are not prisoners of Solim, so they can go out, and they are very conscious that they will not be too far from home, basically in the "017" area of the society.

There's a boxing club nearby, and Derek has been running there almost every day for more than a year. There he was able to unleash his energy to his heart's content. The owner of the gym is very optimistic about him and is even ready to take Derek to some formal boxing matches when he becomes an adult.

In the past few years, Derek, who has been his elder brother, has also seen that since he does not have the talent of spell-casting like his sister Devina, he should work his skills, and he really did not waste his physical talent as a native werewolf, and he is indeed outstanding in hand-to-hand combat.

As for Devina, she didn't follow the same path as Derek, she was the kind who used her brain. Cheeto, although a ghost, is a competent teacher. Devina didn't waste her hard-earned talent for spellcasting, her vigilance as a werewolf and her excellent, instinctively engraved combat qualities made her spells both swift and deadly.

Recently, there has been a lot of chaos outside, and some of the neighbors around me are panicking, but fortunately, the place where they live is a high-end community, and the police force is sufficient so that there is no chaos. You know, even the last time the Dementors attacked London, it didn't affect this side. This has led to a recent surge in the number of transactions in nearby houses.

As a result, Derek met a few new people at the boxing club he went to almost every day.

People are new, but fists are not new.

He was knocked out yesterday by the white man named Paul with two punches, which surprised everyone, even Derek himself, he knew very well how good he was at fighting as a werewolf, but the guy named Paul was able to knock him out with two punches, which made Derek who had no experience of defeat unforgettable.

So he came to the club today as soon as he finished the homework assigned by Cheetos.

The dull sound of fists hitting punching bags, the crashing of dumbbells between untightened dumbbell plates, the shouting of sparring partners in the ring...... And, of course, the strong cumin-smelling air.

Every time Derek pushes open the door to the club, he can feel it all. That's why he likes it here, where he can properly vent his excess energy.

"Oh, it's Derek!"

"Come on, Derek!"

The people around the ring immediately heckled when they saw Derek.

"I didn't come yesterday, and I heard that you were beaten badly?"

"It's a shame, Derek, it's a shame for our club that you've been knocked down with two punches!"

Derek stinks on his face, looking left and right.

"Paul is in the equipment section, and he's brought three people over today. Someone pointed to Derek not far away and said, "Two men and one woman, they don't seem to be easy to mess with." "

Derrick looked at the equipment area, and sure enough, he saw Paul, who had a towel around his neck, and the three people beside him.

One was a bald man in a vest, he was at least 7 feet tall, his muscles were knotted, and a large piece of thick chest hair was faintly visible on his sweaty chest.

The other man is the very ordinary type: ordinary height, ordinary muscle mass, ordinary looks, and he is also the only one who is well-dressed, and now he is still wearing long clothes and trousers, and he doesn't look like he would be in a boxing club or something like that.

The last woman is much more characteristic.

She had short and neat hair, thick knuckles, which did not look like a woman's hand at all, and the lines on her arms were excellent, but unfortunately there was a long scar on her right arm, as if she had been cut by some sharp object.

No sooner had Derek taken two steps that way than the four of Paul fixed their eyes on him. At that moment, Derek's hair stood on end, and he sensed danger.

The feeling disappeared when Paul smiled and held out his hand.

"Good afternoon, Derek. Paul shook Derek's hand, "You're a great guy, I'm looking forward to seeing what you do in the future....."

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"Why are you talking so much nonsense with him?" the woman dropped the punching bag she was beating and walked over to Paul, looking Derek up and down, "Why don't you just take it away, do you need me to remind you? "

"Shut your mouth, Martina. Paul's smile remained unchanged and he said to Derek, "We have something we want to talk to you about, can we take up some of your precious time?"

Although he was soliciting opinions, the big man and the ordinary man had already surrounded him.

Derek had sensed something was wrong.

"Who are you?"

"We?" Paul stood up, plucking the towel from his neck and tossing it aside, "We are people who serve the truth. At the same time, he is also a messenger who comes to guide you on the right path. "

If it were an ordinary person, Derek would have swung his fist past at this time, but he had personally experienced Paul's power and knew that he was not an opponent, not to mention that he had three accomplices. Even werewolves know what to do in this situation.

"I'm very sorry, but I'm not religious. Derek said: "I still have to train, I will miss the company first." "

After saying that, he turned his head and wanted to leave, but the road behind him was blocked by the bald strong man.

"What do you mean?"

No matter how stupid Derek is, he knows the bad intentions of the four of them. 0.0

"It's just a dirty werewolf, just take it away. The ordinary man said to Paul, "Martina is right, we don't have much time for you to splurge, Paul. "

After a pause, Paul sighed.

"We still have to abide by the rules in doing things, we can't fight so much in public, the Code must be followed, that will save us a lot of unnecessary trouble. "

"Then follow my way!" Martina gave the bald man a color.

In the next second, a huge hand grabbed Derek's neck.

The hand was so powerful that Derek heard the groans of his own cervical spine, and he instinctively tried to fight back, but his eyes went dark and he fainted.

Derek, a native werewolf, was subdued with one hand.