Chapter 9 You mean to seize the young master? 8888?

"About seven or eight thousand kilograms?"

Jiang Lan repeated it, but his self-confidence seemed a little lacking.

Because this value is just his conservative estimate, if he really wants to go all out, he doesn't know how much it will be.

"Wait a minute...Wait a minute, the boxing strength test machine...No, yours can't withstand such a big force. Come on, come with me to the guild hall."

Wu Tong stood up hurriedly, pulling Jiang Lan to run to the martial arts gym.

Jiang Lan didn't refuse. He also wanted to know how much he had improved after practicing the star body training method for three days.

The location of his villa is very close to the Extreme Club, and the straight-line distance is probably less than 200 meters.

A moment later, Wu Tong eagerly pushed open the door of the martial arts hall, took Jiang Lan into the elevator, and went straight to the sixth floor.

He first took Jiang Lan to the machine that was tested a few days ago. After thinking about it, he turned to take Jiang Lan to the warrior-level boxing test machine.

"Come on, remember to use your full strength."

Wu Tong's eyes were full of expectation, hoping that Jiang Lan could surprise him this time.

As long as his boxing power can reach seven...no, six thousand kilograms, and then report it to the headquarters, Wu Tong will be able to obtain a contribution that he can't even imagine.

The contribution value of the Extreme Martial Arts Gym is very important.

Whether you are buying cheats or continuing to get promoted, contribution points play a vital role.

Jiang Lan took a deep breath and slammed his fist on the huge boxing target in front of him.

"Boom!!!"

The test machine trembled violently, and after a moment a value lit up on the virtual light screen.

【8888KG】

"My grass!"

Wu Tong was startled and hurriedly took out his mobile phone from his pocket.

Because he was so excited, he almost lost his grip on the phone and flew out.

After holding it steady again, he spoke to the phone with a slight trembling:

"Pick up the headquarters."

Soon, a white-haired old man appeared on the other end of the phone.

"Wu Tong?"

Wu Tong swallowed and tried to calm himself down as much as possible.

"Uncle Bai...Uncle Bai, I have a student here who has just passed the quasi-martial arts examination. His current boxing power is eight...eight..."

"Eight hundred kilograms? Then why are you calling me? And how did you pass the test for eight hundred kilograms?"

On the other end of the phone, Uncle Bai frowned.

"Eight...eight thousand eight hundred and eighty-eight..."

"You're such a big man, you can't understand what you're saying? What are you talking about?"

Wu Tong gritted his teeth and no longer stuttered when speaking.

"Uncle Bai, it's eight thousand eight hundred and eighty-eight kilograms!"

"What?!" Uncle Bai suddenly stood up from his chair and asked anxiously: "What was his score in the previous test?"

"More than three thousand kilograms, close to four thousand..."

When Uncle Bai heard this, he took a deep breath, with a hint of anger in his expression.

"Why didn't you report it to the headquarters?"

Wu Tong looked a little aggrieved:

"I originally thought about it, but after the test, I was so focused on getting him to join the Extreme Martial Arts Gym that I forgot about it."

Hearing this, Uncle Bai was no longer angry, "Then has he joined our martial arts school?"

"Yeah." Wu Tong nodded.

"Okay, okay...that's good." Uncle Bai breathed a long sigh of relief, "Bring him to the headquarters now and re-test. By the way, he is in his twenties this year? What kind of treatment did you give him at that time?"

"Sixteen years old, I will give you the maximum salary, a villa, a basic salary of 100,000 yuan per month, and a guidance skill worth less than 100 million yuan."

"Young Master? Sixteen?"

Uncle Bai slammed the table, then hurriedly walked out of the office and started tinkering in front of a computer.

After a while, the flesh on Uncle Bai's face trembled a little, and he gritted his teeth and said:

"On the first of this month, 3789KG, Jiang Lan, right?"

"Yes." Wu Tong nodded.

"You bring him to the headquarters now, no, you wait, I will go to your side now, you keep an eye on him, if there is any problem, I will ask you!"

After Uncle Bai finished speaking, he hung up the phone in a hurry.

For a moment, Wu Tong and Jiang Lan stared at each other, neither of them speaking.

Jiang Lan also knew that his growth rate was indeed a bit outrageous.

Including today, in just four days, he transformed from an ordinary person with no power to a warrior.

And he is no ordinary warrior.

A punch of more than 8,000 kilograms has already passed the threshold of a junior warrior.

"Just wait here with me for a while."

Wu Tong rubbed his temples, feeling a little headache.

Now he has no intention of continuing to test Jiang Lan, and is just waiting for someone from the headquarters.

Normally, he should report Jiang Lan's matter to the headquarters at the end of the test.

However, the shock Jiang Lan gave him that day was too severe.

So I completely forgot about it.

In addition, the headquarters has not reviewed the results yet, so this is an unexpected mistake.

Wu Tong couldn't tell what he was feeling now. He was really happy.

After all, as long as Jiang Lan passes the review by the headquarters, it is certain that he will be promoted and make a fortune.

To say that he was unhappy, for delaying such a big thing, a reprimand was inevitable.

Jiang Lan turned around and sat on the chair next to him, and saw something wrong with the way Wu Tong looked at him.

"what happened?"

Wu Tong had a complicated expression: "Do you know how terrifying your talent is?"

Jiang Lan shrugged and didn't reply.

Of course he knew that if today's nearly 9,000 kilograms of punching power were all cultivated by himself, then his talent could even be called unparalleled in the world.

This kind of talent will probably cause all the major forces to compete for it.

Of course, Jiang Lan is not worried that if he performs too well, he will be pulled into slices for study.

If he continues at this pace, it is certain that he will become the God of War.

In this world, no one would kill a future God of War.

"Let's put it this way, with the talent you have now, the five major countries in the world combined may not be able to have one in a few years."

Speaking of this, Wu Tong shook his head and smiled, "I don't know what kind of luck I got..."

An hour flies by in a blink of an eye.

Jiang Lan raised his head when he heard a slight roar.

Listening to this voice, he actually came by plane?

After genetic modification, his hearing is much higher than that of ordinary people.

Wu Tong can be the chief instructor, so he is obviously not an ordinary person.

He also heard the sound and hurriedly pulled Jiang Lan up.

"The people from the headquarters are here. You will do whatever they ask you to do later. This involves the resources you will get after officially joining the Extreme Martial Arts Gym."

Wu Tong also knew that the things he had promised to Jiang Lan clearly did not match Jiang Lan's current abilities.

Therefore, the headquarters will inevitably readjust the allocation of resources based on his test results this time.

It is not impossible to even get personal guidance from the God of War!

"Don't worry, I won't embarrass you."

To be honest, Wu Tong is considered his nobleman. If possible, it is not a big deal to help others look good in front of the leader.