Chapter 252: Chapter 241: The Monk

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Daisy Zane changed into a neat outfit and tied up Charles Amos’s hair that had been cut off. She went with James Collins, Charles Amos, and Kevin Clark together.

After entering the military district and getting off the car, they went straight to the schoolyard.

Daisy Zane wore her hair loose, with a duckbill cap for shading the sun. Dressed simply in gray ankle-length pants and a white short sleeve shirt, her legs were long and straight, and her slender waist was revealed where the short-sleeved shirt was tucked into her pants.

Even dressed simply, she was still dazzling.

After changing her clothes, Kevin Clark’s gaze kept moving between her legs and her waist.

After walking for a while, little Charles Amos’s stride was obviously quicker than the others. Everyone had long legs, so he had to take two and a half steps for every step everyone else took.

Thus, Kevin Clark picked him up directly.

Little Charles Amos, who suddenly floated into the air, looked at Kevin Clark for a moment, then happily embraced his neck. Why not take advantage of this free ride?

Daisy Zane took off her cap and put it on James Collins’ head.

James Collins tucked in his neck, and after realizing it wasn’t a beating, smiled and said, “Sister, I’m not hot.”

“Wear it,” Daisy Zane said without looking at him, “Cover your green hair.”

James Collins: …oh.”

Some people were training on the schoolyard.

They stood on the periphery and watched for a while.

Daisy Zane watched the close-up fighting training and the 500 meters obstacle course further away.

Brook Sister, when we were young, we all trained here,” Xavier Dominic said. “At that time, we were under complete military control. I was miserable, struggling to get up every day, and wanted to cry.”

“It’s not that you wanted to cry every day,” Hugo Clark’s voice suddenly sounded from behind them. “You were crying every day.”

Hearing his voice, everyone looked back.

Xavier Dominic, who couldn’t beat him, could only clench his teeth and say, “Hugo Clark, with a friend like me, you must have incense burning for your ancestors.”

“It’s more like a curse on the ancestors,” Kevin Clark suddenly said.

“You two, you uncle and nephew…” Xavier Dominic glanced at Hugo and Kevin Clark in turn, both of whom were too hard to provoke, “Forget it, I have a heart that can tolerate everything.”

Michael Jackson and Juan Wright both laughed indifferently.

Little Charles Amos stood beside Daisy Zane’s leg, waiting for everyone to stop talking before looking up and shouting, “Elder Brother.”

Daisy Zane: .

There was no emotion on Hugo Clark’s face as he looked at him for two seconds and then patted him on the head, acknowledging him.

Kevin Clark glanced at his nephew and then looked at the schoolyard, raising the corner of his mouth.

Daisy Zane also glanced at Kevin Clark and seeing him smile asked, “Were you trained here too?”

“Yes.” Kevin Clark looked at her and answered.

“Only trained here?” Daisy Zane asked again.

Kevin Clark was too powerful, and she knew very well his strength from their real fights. He didn’t seem like someone who had only trained here.

As soon as she said this, everyone looked at Daisy Zane.

“I have studied and implemented a set of training methods on my own.” Kevin Clark made it sound like he just came up with a simple test paper.

However, from the reactions of others, it was clear it wasn’t that simple.

Michael Jackson and Juan Wright even took a step back. It had reached the point where just mentioning it caused fear.

“Brook Sister. His training methods…” Xavier Dominic whispered beside her,

“are not meant for humans.

Daisy Zane raised an eyebrow at Kevin Clark: “Really?”

“Yes,” Xavier Dominic said as his hair stood on end. “It’s simply not human.

Even Hugo…couldn’t make it to the end.”

Hugo Clark: ‘       ‘ Why did he have to mention such shameful things about him?

Xavier Dominic paused for a moment then added, “Of course, it was Kevin who forced Hugo to quit. Do you know why, Brook Sister?”

“Why?” Daisy Zane supported Xavier Dominic as courteously as when she first met him.

“He said that Hugo needs to carry on the Clark family line.” Xavier Dominic sighed, “If only Hugo had a son, Kevin would have played him to death as his third uncle.”

Hugo Clark: ‘

Daisy Zane laughed and said, “Doesn’t he still have his brother to carry on the family line?”

Allonzo Hobson looked at Kevin Clark and shook his head: “No, no. At that time, Arthur North was a monk and didn’t have interest in women.”

Kevin Clark:

James Collins laughed out loud without any inhibition. After receiving a cold glare from Kevin Clark, he shrugged and toned it down a bit.

The smile on Daisy Zane’s face deepened, looking at the schoolyard, she thought, the infamous playboy actually doesn’t seek women.

“Miss,” Kevin Clark called to her.

Daisy Zane’s laughter receded a bit and said, “Third Master, your training methods are so powerful. I should learn from you sometime.”

Everyone looked at her again, their expressions seemingly admiring her death-wish approach.

Except for Charles Amos, who was always focusing on the schoolyard and not paying much attention to their conversation, only James Collins didn’t have much reaction.

In his heart, his sister was a divine presence, and anything else was insignificant in front of her.

But Kevin Clark suddenly frowned, rejecting Daisy Zane’s idea very decisively:

Such training methods would break his heart even if she just touched them.

Daisy Zane didn’t say anything but looked at the schoolyard, watching their training as if it were in slow motion to herself.

After standing outside of the periphery for a while, they went to the shooting range.

All sorts of guns were spread out in front of them, anyone’s eyes would sparkle for a moment after taking a look at them.

Allonzo Hobson had witnessed Daisy Zane’s marksmanship on Koymoon Island, which was extraordinary.

“Brook Sister, why not show off a bit?”

Daisy Zane looked at the guns and her hands itched for them. She thought about it, picked up a Type 64 pistol, and said to Kevin Clark, “Third Master, want to compete?”

Kevin Clark raised an eyebrow: “Will we be able to determine a winner?”

Daisy Zane smirked, coming up with a naughty idea: “We will.”

Kevin Clark saw through her scheme but didn’t expose it. He readily agreed to the challenge: “Fine. How do we play?”

Daisy Zane took out the magazine and checked it. She said, “Moving targets, seven bullets, see who can hit more.”

Hugo Clark had never seen Daisy Zane with a gun. Today was the first time. Her playful and wicked demeanor made it seem as if this place was her home court.

It was like she was radiating light.

Another side to this person.

“Fine,” Kevin Clark also picked up a Type 64. “Stakes?”

Daisy Zane thought about it and said, “Whoever loses must agree to one request from the winner.”

“Such tempting terms,” Kevin Clark laughed. “Then I have to take this seriously.”

Daisy Zane gave him a “You’re bound to lose, whether you’re serious or not” look.

Hugo Clark watched their exchanges and automatically stepped back. He also took little Charles Amos away, so the gunshots wouldn’t scare the child.

At a distance, Bonnie Maxwell, who had just arrived at the shooting range, saw their group and paused. She stood still and watched them from afar. “That group…”

“They came with Third Master,” said the person beside her. “I heard she’s Third Master’s girlfriend, and she’s beautiful.”

Bonnie Maxwell clenched her fist slowly. She recognized Daisy Zane but couldn’t believe Kevin Clark actually brought her here.

What right did she have to be here? What qualifications did she have to be here?

So what if she’s beautiful?

How could an empty vessel be worthy of the title of Clark Family’s Madam?

“Who’s that child?”

“Not sure, but Third Master brought him and even carried him here,” said the person.

Bonnie Maxwell knitted her brows, looking at Charles Amos’s figure, and her eyes darkened..