Chapter 20 Lucy (below)

　　As soon as Ellen's words came out, the young girl's expression became wonderful. First, her small mouth opened into an "O" shape, with a surprised look on her face. Then the corner of her eyebrows rose, and a hint of fury rose in her eyes. In the end, her expression returned to quiet, and even the corner of her mouth even skimmed a faint smile.

　　She shrugged her shoulders, "My mother was right, men are proud and arrogant creatures, especially when it comes to the item of discriminating against women."

　　Alan spread his hands, not intending to explain that he wasn't a macho man, he just couldn't stand the flailing and arrogance of teenage girls.

　　"Hey, don't think that just because your score is higher than mine that you're necessarily better than me. Otherwise, let's duel." The young girl wrapped her hands around her chest, her chin slightly raised, proud as a peacock with an open screen.

　　"I refuse."

　　The young girl hated it, "Again, you coward!"

　　"There are plenty of opportunities for duels in the Ring of Death, and as for now, it's not the right time or place, is it?" Ellen admired the young girl just calming down and boiling over with her own amusement, smiled slightly and turned to leave.

　　The young girl stomped her foot in hatred, and a girl next to her whispered, "Sister Lucy, forget it if you can't do it. It's not like he's the only option, look, they all want to be your subordinates."

　　Indeed, the teenagers who had cast hostile glances at Ellen before were now trying to squeeze forward just to be seen by the young girl. The blonde girl snorted coldly and said, "Emily, I don't need incompetent subordinates, besides, the word 'can't be done' doesn't exist in my lady's dictionary. That little brat named Allen, I will take him down!"

　　"Sister Lucy, he seems to be about your age yeah."

　　"Nonsense, what kind of boss is younger than his men. So if I say he's a brat, he's a brat!"

　　"Okay ... okay."

　　After the small interlude, Allen didn't have the heart to continue around to other training areas. He went directly to the central meeting place, which was so wide that it was almost equal to a square. Several large metal pillars were set around the edge of the venue, dividing the central venue from the other areas. The metal benches were arranged in a circular pattern, with a total of five rows of benches forming concentric circles, and in the center was an open space.

　　The central meeting place wasn't very crowded, with three or three teenagers choosing a spot to sit. All of the teenagers looked up toward Alan as he walked in, and Alan swept through, seeing many things on their faces.

　　Two of the teens had hostility written in their eyes, while one of the girls smiled kindly at him, and more of the teens looked at him before lowering their heads and resuming their previous conversation. Alan walked over to a teenager who was sitting alone, and from the side view, the man looked a year or two older than Alan. Light brown hair hung softly on the side of his face, and his somewhat pale face looked as if he was malnourished.

　　The man was thin and had long hands and feet. He was fiddling with the think-tank in his hand with his ten nimble fingers, and Alan padded over to what appeared to be a game on the screen. The man was controlling a hamster nimbly evading various rolling balls and darting through the four-way passage. But when he turned a corner, he was accidentally run over by a rolling ball, and the brain signaled the end of the game.

　　He said remorsefully, "Damn, it's the end of the line here again."

　　It was as if he had already noticed Allen, so his expression when he inclined his head was completely unsurprising, and he even raised his brain and said, "Play with it no, it's not a bad idea to practice your reflexes with it."

　　"No, I just reacted to the training area to play a bit. Hi, my name is Alan ..."

　　"Anse." The teenager gave his name and said with a wry smile, "So, you're here for an ally too?"

　　"What about you?"

　　Anse spread his hands and said, "Same, but I'm not very good at socializing as a person. So you see, I've been over here for a few days and I haven't made a single friend yet. Well, you're a new face, you couldn't have just gotten here today, could you?"

　　"You guys came over on the first day?" Alan was a little surprised.

　　Anse was even more surprised than him, "You wouldn't be unaware of the practice of making allies, setting up other rivals together, and then dueling between the allies afterwards to produce the victor. This set of practices has become the standard procedure for all times."

　　A little embarrassed, Alan said, "Actually, my mentor just recently told me there was such a thing."

　　Anse laughed, "Looks like your mentor was a real misfit."

　　Remembering that Hughton was still always half-drunk, Alan nodded, "I guess so."

　　The two exchanged smiles and just as Alan wanted to get to know Anse better, a couple of teenagers walked up to them. The girl who had smiled kindly at Allen earlier said, "You're the Allen who just set a new scoring record in the reaction training area, right?"

　　Alan nodded unexpectedly.

　　A boy with freckles on his face said, "That's great, Alan. Let's make friends, my name's Cooder, here Vail. And Husker, Nordmann ..."

　　They "enthusiastically" pulled Alan away from Anse, and the boy named Cooder put his arm around Alan's shoulder and said, "Don't hang out with Anse, he's shady."

　　Alan couldn't help but look back at Anse when the tall, thin teenager had already left.

　　"Alan refreshed Lucy's score, so he can avenge us. That woman has been so arrogant these past few days ..."

　　"If we're so happy today, why don't we go to the bar for a drink?"

　　Alan was surprised that there was a bar here. Also knew that the flamboyant and arrogant girl was called Lucy. And the new friends seemed to be a little too enthusiastic, they almost carried Alan towards the bar. Allen felt something was out of the ordinary, and when he looked toward the girl, Violet, a hint of panic swept across her face before she tried to put on a smile, arousing Allen's suspicion even more.

　　The bar was in the corner of the west side of the hall, and Alan realized that the bar was quiet when he stepped in. Only at the bar sat a chubby guy, who was like a mountain of meat, and even his top was stretched out and rolled up, revealing a circle of fat.

　　The "friends" 　　who had been so enthusiastic just a moment ago backed away, and Kuder even unlocked the door to the bar from the inside, and carefully hung a "closed" sign on the outside. Alan understood a little bit, and said lightly, "It doesn't look like you're going to buy me a drink."

　　The fat man sitting at the bar jumped down, a pair of elephant legs like big feet to support the ground, shocked the ground also shook gently. The fat man was churning with fat and the small eyes on his face were half-squinted as he laughed, "My name is Lucien. Allen, I heard that you just set Lucy's little bitch's record."

　　"So what?"

　　"Nothing much, just one flexible guy like Lucy is enough. One more and I think a lot of people would have a headache. For everyone's sake, what do you think of the idea of letting us smash your arms and legs?" The fat man said with a grin, like he was talking about something unimportant.

　　Alan's eyes became glazed over, skimming over the faces of the teenage girls who had just been there, "You think so too?"

　　The girl named Violet lowered her head and wriggled uneasily with her hands behind her back. The other teens glared defiantly at Allen, and Cooder screamed even more red-faced, "That's right, if it wasn't for the fact that we had to trick you into coming over here, do you think we'd be interested in being friends with a white-haired kid like you? Of course, if you'd pucker your ass, I think Lucien would be interested in making friends with you."

　　A few of the teens laughed uproariously, and Fat Lucien said, "You know what? Alan, how did I walk out of training camp in District 12? It was really simple, I sat on every one of their heads."

　　Alan smiled back, "Yeah? Actually, I want to tell you something too. Not only am I flexible, but ..."

　　"Strong!"

　　Just as the words left his mouth, Allen had already slammed into Cooder's body, and then his fist slammed hard into the freckled teenager's nose. Kuder's nose immediately broke with a click, and the two teenagers next to him rushed up to hold Allen, while using their fists to vigorously smash Allen's ribs. The worst of these teenagers had hammered two source power vortexes, and the force they exerted was not small.

　　Alan wasn't strong enough to ignore these injuries, but long years in the wilderness and in Ron's training camps had taught him to tolerate pain long ago. Alan reached out and caught their punches, lifting his leg back and slamming his heel into Normand's span, so painful that the teenager almost rolled his eyes, not having the strength to attack Alan. Alan let go of him and slammed another palm into Haskell's throat, knocking the teenager back, reaching up to cover his neck and half gasping for breath.

　　Lucien's growl rang out behind him, and Alan couldn't dodge in time to give the meaty mountain of a fat man a good thumping. He flew off, knocking over several tables. While the man was still on the ground, the fat man ran like an elephant, and with his thighs outstretched, he kicked at Allen's chest.

　　Allen hastily avoided it with a sideways roll, and in the process, he extended his foot and kicked Lucien in the heel. The kick threw the fat man off balance and Lucien fell to the ground screaming. Allen pounced on him and smashed his fist on the bridge of his nose in the same way. Lucien's eyes were blinded, when the wind suddenly rose from behind, Alan raised his hand to block, and a glass bottle smashed into his hand. The bottle burst, and the shards scratched Allen's hand, splattering a few drops of blood.

　　Looking at the blood he dripped on the floor, Alan's eyes became redder. That short silver-pale hair stood up at the roots as he quietly looked over at Kuder, who was still catching half of the bottle. Suddenly flying up, he kicked him in the chest, and Kuder flew backwards, his chest sinking unnaturally, obviously breaking a few bones.

　　Lucien, who had fallen to the ground, took the opportunity to climb up, clasped his hands around Alan, and called out to the girl who was hiding in the corner, "Violet, waste him!"

　　Lucien's strength wasn't small, and the source power was bulging in his body as he bound Allen at full strength. Falling in Alan's eyes, a faint glow was visible on the fat man's arms. He tried to break away, but Lucien's hands did not move. The girl called Violet timidly came over, and in her hand was an additional short knife. The girl's expression was filled with struggle, and just as she wanted to stab the knife at Allen regardless, the window behind Lucien suddenly burst into pieces.

　　A figure jumped in through the open window, rolling across and bouncing off the table next to it. The figure flashed behind Lucien and slammed a pair of fists painfully into both of Lucien's temples, and the fat man yelped in pain, his grip on Allen unrelenting.

　　Allen took the opportunity to catch one of Lu Sen's arms, and a flash of brilliant light lit up in the depths of his colorful red pupils. He let out a muffled grunt, and under the agitation of the source power in his body, he actually threw Lu Sen's entire body out! Next to Wei'er, she screamed in fear and retreated, the knife in her hand dropping to the ground long ago. Seeing that Lu Sen couldn't climb up for a while, Allen had the time to look back.

　　The golden ponytail was still swaying from side to side behind her head, and the open smile was still on her face. Her blue eyes were like deep pools, as if she wanted to attract people's souls into them.

　　"It's you?" Alan unexpectedly said, it turned out that the one who helped him at the critical moment was the blonde girl who was clamoring to take herself as a subordinate before.

　　Lucy!