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Chapter 27 Fencing Club (Please vote and read on!)
The Sherlock Fencing Club is located in a basement in the 11th arrondissement of Paris. The owner, Frey, was originally from the provinces, but somehow managed to establish himself in Paris and open a fencing club.

At that moment, Chen Lai walked down the steps and politely knocked on the door. As expected, he heard the boss, Frey, shout like thunder.

"My goodness, York, you're late again. Just like we agreed, every time you're late, three francs will be deducted from your wages."

Frey opened the glass door and Chen Lai looked the "boss" up and down. He was tall and imposing, with a beautifully curved mustache that trembled as his lips moved.

He's a handsome man; anyone who sees him would say so.

“Of course I have no objection, Mr. Frey.”

Having just arrived, Chen Lai didn't intend to clash with this "boss." It was just a little money; in the eyes of players, game currency was the least valuable thing.

"Of course you shouldn't have any objections, because you made our Miss Lorena wait for almost an hour! A young girl's time is more precious than gold!"

Frey's voice grew louder and louder, echoing in the spacious fencing hall in the basement, so that the ladies and gentlemen practicing could hear it—and, of course, Miss Lorena could hear it most of all.

At this moment, Lorena was sitting on a bench, her profile looking extremely elegant. Her knees were tilted to one side and her calves to the other, and she could sit like this without falling over. This was the basic skill of ladies in this era.

Frey's loud voice naturally reached her ears. She calmly stood up, lifted the hem of her skirt, and gracefully walked to Frey and Chen Lai. She looked at Chen Lai with bright eyes and slightly squatted down to pay her respects.

“Look at her, how beautiful she is. I often hear Parisians say this: if a girl waits for you for five minutes, she is a patient person; if she waits for you for half an hour, she must be in love with you… York, you are an hour late, you should repay her with double the love!”

Frey whispered something in Chen Lai's ear, then gave him a gentle push forward. He didn't use much force, but you could see that he was about to take a step forward.

Lorena naturally saw this scene, but she did nothing, only extending her hand wearing a white silk glove.

Chen Lai understood what this meant, bent down and gently kissed the fragrant hand. The kiss was so brief that it didn't feel impolite.

"So, Mr. York, may we begin today's lesson?"

Lorena's voice was light and ethereal, echoing the sickly look on her face, giving Chen Lai a Western-style Lin Daiyu-like impression.

"Of course, how far did we get last time... No, you should go change your clothes first. Me too, look, I just came back from the American Cafe, I'm all sweaty."

"Fencing uniform? That's not easy to put on, especially the vest. If someone could help me out, that would be great."

Lorena's words always left a hint of speculation. The fencing vests of this era were difficult to put on, and the back buttons often required help to fasten.

“There will be a maid in the locker room to help you, Miss Lorena. Let’s get started quickly, otherwise Mrs. Walter will think I’m an incompetent coach.”

“Oh, Mr. York, has anyone ever told you that you are a handsome friend, but always so clueless about romance?”

Lorena gave Chen Lai a reproachful look, then lifted her skirt and went into the changing room. Chen Lai shrugged and entered the men's changing room without a care. A white fencing uniform was locked in the locker. He didn't rush to put it on, but instead walked to the mirror and examined his face.

His face was still his face, only with some minor localization modifications. The dashing and heroic spirit in his eyes remained, and his high nose bridge accentuated his features—just as Lorena said, he was a handsome friend from a foreign land.

After stroking his handsome beard in front of the mirror, Chen Lai didn't dwell on it much and instead turned to the fencing outfit in the wardrobe.

But soon, he frowned. The lock on the cabinet had been broken. He took out the fencing uniform, which looked clean on the outside but was stained with black and yellow stains on the inside and had an unpleasant smell.

Just then, a loud bang came from the locker room door, and a burly man squeezed in, carrying a fencing uniform he had just taken off. Seeing Chen Lai standing in a daze in front of the locker, he revealed a look of contempt in his eyes.

“Oh, little York, I accidentally stained your clothes… Please don’t mind, the stain was left by Mrs. Anna, hahaha, she’s such a beauty.”

Upon hearing this, Chen Lai expressionlessly threw his fencing uniform on the ground and looked at the burly man, Iverson.

Iverson was a head taller and stronger than him. He was Italian and supposedly had some Mafia connections, but he had gotten into trouble locally and had come to Paris to make a living.

Paris is a place where there is no shortage of wealthy women with insatiable desires, and Iverson succeeded here by accident... Anna, whom he mentioned, was one of those who was conquered by his muscular physique and rugged appearance.

However, since York arrived, his income has been far from what it used to be. York is more handsome and speaks with a touch of exotic mystery... In Paris, ladies and wives need this kind of mystery for entertainment!
For this reason, York inexplicably incurred Iverson's hostility, who made things difficult for York at every turn. York, being unfamiliar with the place, repeatedly backed down, which greatly disappointed the ladies in the fencing hall who were interested in York, who described him as "cowardly York."

However, now that Chen Lai has arrived, the cowardly York is gone for good, and the tough guy York is on the scene now!
"Can you fight?" Chen Lai asked Fu Heishen'er inside his body.

“I could take on ten of those guys who are all show and no substance!” Fuheshen said disdainfully.

"Then I'll leave it to you." Chen Lai nodded. He actually still had a musket, but using a gun in this kind of place was really overkill.

Five minutes later, the door to the men's changing room opened, and Chen Lai strode out, the bloodstains on his fists washed away, and he was still not wearing a fencing uniform.

It wasn't that he didn't want to wear it, but Iverson's fencing uniform was too big and smelly, and the Italian's body odor was even worse than the water stains left by Mrs. Anna.

The female guests outside the locker room stared intently at Chen Lai. Locker rooms in this era didn't have good soundproofing, and they could all hear the fighting sounds coming from inside. At first, it was just muffled punches, then a male voice cried out in pain, and finally it turned into a soft plea for mercy.

They thought York had been bullied again, but to their surprise, York was surprisingly tough today.

"Are you alright, Mr. York?" Lorena, now dressed in a white fencing outfit, asked Chen Lai, her voice a little muffled.

Chen Lai didn't say much, but walked to the long mat specially used for fencing coaches, drew the cylindrical slender sword from his waist, and made a forward-pointing gesture.

"Let's begin today's lesson."

(End of this chapter)