Chapter 24 Move on

In truth, there is one thing that has been on John's mind since he traveled through time. Perhaps the lack of resolution was due to his timidity and panic.

He stroked his temples with both hands to settle his jumbled emotions, saying, "Forget it, let's be sure. Problems are constantly to be solved. Let us first resolve this issue.

He entered the study, locked the door tightly, picked up the disposable mobile phone Joseph had purchased for him, calmed down, began dialing the number with quivering fingers, pressed the dial button, and waited in expectation and suspense.

An empty number.

With amazement, John dialed another phone number, this time rapidly.

Still an empty number.

John sank into the sofa and dropped his cell phone on the carpet. His eyes were dull, and two lines of tears streamed down.

Isn't this the primordial time and space? That's good; let's move on from our old lives.

That night, John appeared to have opened his eyes to certain concerns. Despite the fact that he hadn't slept all night, his entire personality had changed dramatically. He used to give people a tight feeling and an incomprehensible awkwardness, but now he appears to be very free and relaxed, and his eyes have grown much clearer, with no profound sense of being guarded against the entire world at all times.

Not everyone can handle the pressure of time travel.

He was able to work out his perspiration and practice boxing to express his fury a while back, expecting to distract himself and relieve the pressure, and the results were impressive.

After having a shower, I felt renewed and began boxing training with Joseph.

John had already removed his vest and was only wearing loose shorts on his lower torso. He was wrapped in layers of gauze, breathing regularly, and swung his left and right fists fast and forcefully, hitting the sandbag, "Bang bang..."

The sound is infinite.

The sandbag didn't move much, but it appeared to explode at any minute under his fist.

Kenny, who was standing next to him, couldn't help but feel a little sour in his mouth. This level of power was absolutely beyond words.

John's muscles are not large rocks, but rather muscle lines that are extremely similar to the aesthetics of normal individuals. Under Joseph's coaching, the muscle lines on his body have gained strength.

"call...!"

John settled down and relaxed. He shook his neck and gave a couple "click-click" sounds. He wiped his face with the towel Joseph handed him. He threw it into the washing basket next to him once the sticky feeling had subsided. "Joseph, why do I always feel so unhappy when hitting the sandbag?"

He undid the bandage on his hand and spoke somewhat depressedly.

Joseph did not respond to John's query, instead looking at him attentively. He knew his boss had recently mastered his own power, particularly this very powerful power, which gave the boss a vicious streak that he wished to express.

Hitting the sandbags no longer stimulated the boss. Joseph moved up to assist John, rubbing the muscles in his arms, and remarked seriously, "Boss, your physical strength is terrifying, and you have just mastered the technique of exerting force." Simply hitting the sandbags will obviously not match your current requirements."

"Huh? Do you have any helpful suggestions? John inquired, shifting his arms and releasing his muscles.

"Boxing club, where you can not only learn boxing skills in a more systematic way, but also fight with others." Joseph provided John important counsel while patting the muscles on his body to reduce muscle fatigue.

When John heard about the battle, his eyes brightened up. "Well, I'm heading back to New York in two days. Then I'll look for a club to check out. By the way, I plan to stay in New York for a while. "Are you OK?"

"No problem." Joseph and Kenny responded at the same time.

When Kenny saw John walk out of the gym barefoot, he stated with emotion, "The boss's physical fitness is so good, that kind of strength is really enviable."

"Haha, this is a natural ability that cannot be envy. However, have you ever noticed that your boss has a lot of energy but no means to release it? Joseph remarked this while packing away the fitness equipment.

"Haha, that's why you suggested the boss visit the boxing club? I admit that the boss is really strong, but he is a newbie at fighting. Do not let the boss suffer at the club. Furthermore, the ideal way to vent is to meet a woman. I'm really not sure what the boss thinks. Don't you enjoy nightclubs and parties the best at this age?"

Kenny smirked lewdly and winked at Joseph.

"Isn't this good? If we avoid places with complex settings, our protective work will be easier. Furthermore, based on the boss's previous experience, the current scenario could be a temporary lull, and we may need to hire more security workers in the future.

Joseph recalled those tabloid images. His current employer was a bad boy, and he would be quite busy in the future.

After taking a shower, John sat in the restaurant for breakfast. He had no idea what was going on behind his two bodyguards, and even if he did, he could only smile cruelly. Of course, he was aware that his stronger physique possessed scary power. He has a lot of energy, and he understands that the best way to release it is to hook up with ladies and have some sex sessions.

However, after time travel and inheriting that tiny body, he has prioritized exercise and physical conditioning. In terms of ladies, he only had a one-night stand with a beautiful girl after a hangover. Previously, he was an IT nerd. I adore the second dimension. Aside from coming home to have sex with my girlfriend, I've never with another woman. I've never been to a nightclub, and I wouldn't dare to think of parties. Consider this: the most aggravating thing about naive nerds.

How is it possible that after more than 30 years, the traditional schooling lifestyle has suddenly morphed into a corrupt Western one? He is actively learning about and adapting to the current changes. The American emperor's insistence on having sex before marriage, or having sex first and then falling in love, is embarrassing. He was speechless.

You do not comprehend the sorrow of an innocent old man!

John took a hard slice of toast with his hand, shook his head, and smiled cruelly.

"No, dang, look at those time travelers. This is not a humanoid self-propelled cloth seeding machine. Tiger bodies quiver, hooked fingers cause gorgeous women to bow, and they swing around the world with a stick at their waist. What? Historical beauties, stars, and semen Ling, the female orc, is convinced! Damn, I need to get up; what's the point of losing my face? Is it feasible that I will be embarrassed for the rest of my life? What is the purpose of this body? "What a scumbag!"

John gritted his teeth and swallowed his toast. Why did he have to live a sad existence when even that big guy Kurt was partying hard every night?

I moved to the floor-to-ceiling window in the living room, opened a corner of the curtain, and noticed five or six cars with high-magnification cameras outside the villa. I couldn't help but curse privately, "Damn, these paparazzi are so desperate, crouching on such a hot day. Look. "You can't go to a messy nightclub, so let's ask the fat guy if there are any parties we can attend!"

"Hello, it's me. What time is it? You haven't gotten up to go to work yet? John recognized Kurt's scratchy voice and sluggish phrases and realized he hadn't gotten up yet.

"Haha, didn't you get too high last night? You slept a little later. "What instructions does the big boss have?"

Kurt lifted up his fat body and leaned on the bed, staring at the plump body sleeping beside him. He couldn't help but hold the plump form in his large hands, flashing a wicked and delighted smirk.

John felt envious and jealous, but this obese guy seemed so cool. He said coldly, "Is there a fun party tonight?" "I'm so bored at home."

"Haha, you seem to be quite horny, little John! Haha, there are parties every day. This is Hollywood, especially John; your desire must be there!"

Kurt smiled and taunted, unintentionally strengthening his hand. The woman was awakened by a pain in her chest. She touched the bad hand lightly and made a flirtatious sound. She stared at him as she was ready to speak. Kurt put his hands in front of his mouth to signal silence, and the beauty rolled her eyes at him, wanting to turn back and sleep.

The woman's coquettish voice on the phone fueled John's jealousy and hatred toward Kurt. He scoffed, "Don't look at how my body looked previously. "I can see God at any time!"

"Ahem, I'm sorry John, if I had..." Kurt recalled John's earlier scrawny appearance and chastised himself uncomfortable.

"Okay, okay, I'm not blaming you, it's settled, pick me up when the time comes." Kurt's self-blame was interrupted by John, who hung up the phone in anger.

"Hey, I...hang up on me again, damn it!"

Kurt placed the phone aside, sighed a sigh of relief, and whispered in a quiet voice, "I must let him have fun tonight." I have written three novels in the last four months, and that is plenty." "I am so tired!"

Turning his head to face the charming blonde beauty, who was naked with her back to him, he smacked her buttocks with his fat hands, a lusty smile formed on his face, and he said to her, "Baby, give it to Kurt's daddy. "Good morning bite!"

Kurt stroked his long blond hair and remarked, "There's a party tonight. Bring all the beauties into your circle. Then I'll introduce you to my big boss. Remember to pick a few clean, high-quality ones."

A gleam appeared in the woman's eyes. She raised her head and smoothed her loose, golden hair. She gave Kurt a beautiful expression and added, "Bah, there are a few clean young models out there! But I'll chose them wisely. "Thank you, my dear."

Kurt's mouth curved up slightly in a proud smile, and he gently caressed the woman's head before closing his eyes and waiting.

"hiss..."