Chapter 1611 [Fufu's Bizarre Adventure 3] Conflict

The Gordon family was on their way to a hunter training camp.

The vacation is coming to an end, and in a few days, they will return to the Place Major Bordeaux on the border.

According to his original idea, he wanted to spend the last few days of vacation with his daughter playing around, such as taking the whole family on a short trip nearby.

Unexpectedly, during dinner last night, Muti suddenly proposed to come to the training camp to visit Sister Fufu, whom she had not seen for almost two weeks.

Gordon was not good at refusing his daughter's requests. He decisively canceled his original travel plan and changed it to a "prison visit".

Along the way, Gordon wanted to pick up his daughter and walk several times, or let her ride on his shoulders, as children like to do.

Unfortunately, Muti shyly avoided him and hid behind his mother.

Gordon got a look from Hayata and couldn't help sighing. Unknowingly, little Muti had grown to an age that was no longer suitable for his father to hold him.

"Stop showing such a sad face. People who don't know think something big has happened." Hayata put her arms around her daughter's shoulders and said angrily: "Why haven't I seen you so clingy to my daughter before? In two years, Mu It’s time for Dee to hate you.”

"Rebellious period?"

"No, I won't hate my parents." Muti whispered.

Gordon and Hayata looked at each other, and the two couldn't help but smile. They felt even happier than successfully completing a large hunt.

The family of three walked like this, all the way from Dongdoruma City to the entrance of the hunter training camp in the suburbs.

Hayata and Muti were relatively better off. Gordon's exaggerated physique of more than two meters tall really attracted a lot of surprised eyes.

Fortunately, they were all wearing ordinary casual clothes today, and people passing by just looked at them twice, without causing any commotion.

Gale was leaning against the fence at the door and seemed to have been waiting for a while. When he saw the three people arriving, he raised his hand and waved to them.

"Aunt Gale!" Muti jumped over and said hello happily.

Gale skillfully stretched out his hand and rubbed her head. She also helped bring up this child, and she was not much different from her biological daughter.

"The head instructor personally greeted him? Is it so grand?" Gordon joked with a smile.

Gale said with an exaggerated expression: "No! Master Gordon the Brave and Miss Hayata the Red Blade came to visit in person. All the students and instructors should welcome them.

This trip came unexpectedly, and you didn't have time to prepare. Wouldn't you mind? "

Hayata couldn't help but kicked Gale, but Gale dodged it with a smile, "Okay, let's not joke now.

I only heard you say you were coming this morning, and you didn't say what you were here for, so I didn't tell anyone else about it. If the kids in the training camp knew about it, it would really cause a commotion.

How about it, are you interested in giving everyone a class or something? "

Gordon smiled awkwardly and said, "No, we are mainly here with Muti today. She said she wanted to visit her sister Fufu.

Speaking of which, it’s been almost half a month since Fufu entered the training camp, right? How are you adapting? "

Gordon was just asking casually, but he was a little surprised to find that Gale's face became obviously stiff.

"What's that expression on your face?"

"Ahem, it's nothing." Gale looked away as if to escape, rubbed Muti's head again, and sighed: "Little Muti, you have to work hard, and don't become like your sister Fufu in the future."

Muti: "?"

"What's wrong with Fufu?" Hayata couldn't help but ask.

".It's nothing."

As if he didn't want to discuss this topic in depth, Gale turned around, greeted the guard at the door, and led the three people into the camp.

Even though they were wearing casual clothes and restrained their aura, Gordon and Hayata still received curious looks from many students.

After all, not everyone is qualified to let Instructor Gale personally lead the way.

When passing by a large training ground, Gordon and the others were attracted to their attention. Many students gathered here, wondering what they were watching.

Muti, who has always been full of longing for this training camp, was very excited. She grabbed Gale's arm and kept shaking it, "Aunt Gale! What are they doing? Is it some special training?"

Gale, who was stunned by Muti, explained helplessly: "It can be understood as some recess activities. When the number of students is large, some small groups will naturally form.

Then they engage in some confrontations, competitions, etc. to vent their excessive energy.

Although some minor conflicts would break out from time to time, considering that this would make the students more energetic, we turned a blind eye. "

Gordon shrugged and understood.

When he was a child in the village, a few kids played hide-and-seek to decide who could be the ghost. Not to mention that there were hundreds of young and rebellious teenagers gathered in this training camp. .

There are bound to be people who disobey discipline. The leaders of the student groups are probably more effective than the instructors. Gale and the others probably have a lot of headaches on weekdays.

Looking at the tense atmosphere between the two groups of students in the training ground, Hayata couldn't help but frowned, "What are they planning to do? A group fight?"

Gale waved his hand after hearing this, "That's not the case. What we train are hunters, not gangsters. There are still bottom lines in the training camp.

Fighting is okay, but pure fighting will result in punishment or even expulsion. The student groups also have their own rules, and these guys don't dare to mess around. "

After that, she grabbed a student who was watching at the edge of the training ground and asked him a few questions, and roughly understood the situation.

His expression suddenly became strange.

"What happened?" Gordon asked curiously.

"Well, in short, there was a conflict between two student groups, and they were going to fight to decide the winner or something." Gail said vaguely.

Hayata also became interested and asked, "What kind of student group?"

Before Gail could answer, the student she grabbed excitedly said, "It was a conflict between the 'Brave Iron Fist', a group of muscle-strong students who aim to become heavy weapon users, and the 'Supernova', a group of shooter students.

I don't know what the conflict started, and it doesn't matter. Anyway, we have to fight according to the rules!"

Gordon's mouth twitched twice.

Hayata looked at him with amusement and continued to ask: "What is the form of the duel? What will happen after the winner is determined?"

The student stood on tiptoe and looked into the crowd, saying: "It's nothing more than wrestling, arm wrestling and the like. The loser has to bow and apologize to the winner collectively!"

Gail spread his hands and added, "Don't think that bowing and apologizing is nothing. They are at the age when they are most proud. It is more painful to ask them to bow to their opponents than to kill them."

The crowd became noisy, and there were some shouting and cursing.

"It's about to start! Let's go and see!" Infected by this atmosphere, Muti, who was usually very well-behaved, seemed to have changed. He ran in and twisted his body to get into the crowd of onlookers.

Gordon and others had no choice but to follow.

"Get out of my way! Do you want to be locked up again?!" Gail walked forward with a hoarse voice.

With her, the head instructor, leading the way, several people quickly passed through the crowded crowd and came to the venue.

Just as the student said before, two groups of people were facing each other.

One group was smaller, with less than 20 people, but each of them was tall and strong, with bulging muscles. They were obviously the group of students who aimed at heavy weapons.

The leader was a boy with a waist and shoulders as wide as a barrel, and sturdy limbs. Or it would be more appropriate to say a young man. He was hugging his arms, his chin raised high, and looking at the other side with contempt.

Gordon knew at a glance that this was a good seedling of strength.

There were more people on the other side, nearly 50 people.

Because they were all shooters, they didn't look as strong as the opposite side, but according to Gale, most of them were senior students who had entered the training camp for at least two years, and their momentum was not inferior at all.

As for their leader,

sitting diagonally on a high-back chair that his subordinates had brought from somewhere, Fu Fu had one leg across and the other leg raised to step on the edge of the chair. He was holding a cucumber in his hand, biting it with a crunching sound, and his face was full of disdain.

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Gale couldn't help but cover his face.