Figure

Ferne was excited again. "Anything. Like how did you get your figure? Why did you get it? To attract women or something else?"

This was "anything"?

"I didn't exercise," Noah replied dryly. "It was because of fight."

"What?" Ferne didn't seem to understand.

Noah frowned and explained again, "I used to fight a lot."

"..."

Noah didn't want to talk about his past. He was not willing to reveal his secret and he knew that rich gentlemen always looked down on people with low backgrounds and disdained to associate with gangsters.

He didn't want to see disdain in Ferne's eyes.

At this moment, he noticed Ferne's silence. He held his finger slightly. If Ferne mocked him, Noah was not sure how he would respond. He might beat him up, or pretend that nothing had happened.

But, from now on, he would never bring up this topic.

"Holy shit, Bro! You're awesome! You can get such a good figure by fighting? Where do you fight? Can I go with you?" Ferne was amazed, clapping his hands.