Hearing Johnny's words, the man fell silent; he didn't know how to explain the situation.
To be honest, he had indeed been bored for too long. He fled London, fled England, and came to a completely strange city, all just to stop being bored, or rather, to consciously avoid all that trouble.
He wanted his brain, which usually ran non-stop like an engine, to finally rest for a bit.
In fact, he succeeded; he was a homeless man in the United States for three months.
Actually, it was the day three months ago when he was almost hit by Johnny, which was his fourth day in New York.
The reason he was somewhat disoriented was that he was trying to shut down half of his brain's functions, causing him to feel a bit confused.
At that time, he had already carefully read Johnny's information, observing everything from the vehicle to the person and his condition in depth.
Meeting Johnny again today, was this a coincidence?
After all, he had been out of contact for so long.
When he brushed his hair back, Johnny, standing opposite him, noticed his pupils widen slightly.
Why did this guy look so familiar?
Although a bit curious, Johnny didn't delve deeper. He had already realized that even people he knew well in his previous life might have different identities in this world.
Although the man in front of him felt extremely familiar.
"However, I think I should still thank you, because you've reactivated my brain, which has been resting for a very, very long time," the man tidied his clothes, then smiled at Johnny.
"Some things, it's time to go back and settle them."
The man's smile was very sunny, and it truly was, if one ignored his disheveled clothes and hairstyle.
Johnny shrugged, then reached into his pocket, pulled out a wad of usd, and tossed it over directly.
The man:?
After instinctively catching the money, the man was first stunned, then laughed, "You are indeed a unique guy; if we meet again, I think I will help you."
The man pocketed the money. He didn't think accepting help from others was shameful; on the contrary, he thought it was a very good thing.
After sizing up Johnny's attire again, the man said, "Give me your number; I think perhaps one day I will need your help."
Faced with the strange man's request, Johnny said nothing. He went back to his camaro, tore off a sticky note, picked up a pen, wrote a string of numbers on it, then walked over to the man and handed it to him.
"That's the right idea; perhaps one day, you will indeed need my help."
This time, after taking the sticky note Johnny handed him, the man once again observed Johnny carefully.
"That's truly great; I hope that day isn't too far off."
"Perhaps." Johnny turned and got back into his camaro, starting it again and driving away with flair.
The man watched Johnny's departing silhouette, a smile playing on his lips, "He's quite an interesting assassin."
Back at his apartment, Johnny recalled what had just happened and found it quite amusing.
To be honest, he had largely forgotten about his previous life; having any memories at all was a bonus.
The deeper his memories merged with the original owner's, the blurrier his memories of his past life became.
Let's just consider this an interlude. Investing in someone who looks familiar, who knows if there will be more surprises in the future?
After all, this is the world of assassins, where anything is possible.
"Damn it! I remember now! Isn't that Str?!"
Slapping his thigh, Johnny couldn't think of any other characters related to him. Oh well, he'd think about it later.
After tidying up at home, Johnny went to John's house again. Hades, as always, turned his backside to him.
However, Johnny was also wondering if he should get a dog.
But the thought of always being away quickly dispelled that idea. Never mind, his situation wasn't suitable for owning a dog.
Didn't he see Hades was so anxious he was almost going into the kitchen himself?
After leaving John's house, Johnny returned to his apartment, only to see someone lingering outside, with a pink BMW parked nearby.
Upon seeing Johnny return, the girl next to the BMW was very happy and ran straight over. It was then that Johnny realized, wasn't this Tom?
"I never thought our Grandmaster Ye would be so resourceful, knowing even where I live."
After getting out of his camaro, Johnny couldn't help but smile, looking at Tom walking towards him.
"It's not very difficult to find out where you live," Tom pointed to the apartment behind him.
Johnny shrugged, "So you came to find me just to show off your abilities?"
"No, I came to fulfill my promise," Tom said, crossing her arms and looking at Johnny.
Johnny subconsciously lingered on her chest for a moment. Wow, it wasn't small; she had some assets!
"Huh?" Johnny was stunned. Fulfill what promise?
Hearing Johnny's reply, Tom immediately became annoyed, "Didn't you say you wanted to learn Martial Arts from me?"
Johnny then realized, "Oh, that thing. But didn't your great-uncle disagree?"
But Tom waved her hand dismissively, "His disagreement is his business; he's afraid of being implicated. My teaching you is my business; I haven't taken you as a disciple."
Clearly, Tom was still bothered by her great-uncle's actions, but she also understood his intentions were good and didn't hold too much resentment towards him. She just had to keep her promise to Johnny.
"Here?"
Johnny was a bit surprised.
Tom, however, smiled at Johnny and said, "Come with me, I'll take you to a good place."
With that, she got into her car, signaling Johnny to follow.
Johnny, helpless, could only get into his camaro and follow behind Tom's pink BMW.
After driving for more than half an hour, in an abandoned factory on the outskirts of Brooklyn, there was actually an underground bare-knuckle boxing arena.
When he followed Tom inside, he was even surprised. He didn't expect the outside to look so ordinary, but inside, it was a completely different world.
"You don't like this kind of competition, so it's normal that you don't know. There are many such underground boxing venues in New York." Tom was very familiar with the place and led Johnny through several twists and turns to the training ground.
"Don't tell me you've fought in underground boxing here too." This time, Johnny was genuinely surprised. He didn't expect Tom, a girl, to be into this.
Tom, however, said as if it were obvious, "Please, I practice Martial Arts. After learning it, I naturally need practical combat. I can't possibly spar with those kids at the boxing gym, can I? So underground boxing is naturally the best choice; it makes money and provides training."
Listening to Tom, it made sense.
Indeed, learning Martial Arts, especially highly lethal Martial Arts, without practical combat is impossible. With only theory and no practical experience, it's just fancy moves without substance.
And to know how deep one's mastery truly is, practical combat is the best test.
"Makes sense."
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