The violent force brought up a gust of wind, and before the hand could reach it, the strong pressure squeezed No. 101 slightly.
Garen's right arm seemed to grow longer in an instant, swelled up, and was grabbed like a mace.
laugh!
The claws passed across the side of No. 101's face.
No. 101 snorted coldly and moved sideways to avoid the catch.
"Are you kidding a child with this speed of attack?"
Garen slowly retracted his hand, returned his arm to its original position, and stood there looking calmly behind No. 101.
On the edge of the river embankment, the man holding a knife fell to the ground with a plop, and a trace of blood slowly flowed from his head. A book-shaped pendant slipped on his clothes.
"You guy...!!" 101's face darkened and he looked back. "It seems that this time I have to violate the rules..."
He suddenly pulled off his windbreaker and threw it away, revealing the close-fitting black leather vest underneath, revealing his streamlined muscle lines.
One hand is raised diagonally in front of the other, the palm of the other hand is turned outward, and the body is bent, creating a weird fighting posture.
"Oh? Are you also a martial arts practitioner?" Garen looked at the opponent's posture with a hint of surprise on his face. He noticed that the sword in the opponent's right hand seemed to have a color that was different from normal skin. It was a faint
Rusty red.
Bang bang!!
Suddenly, two gunshots were heard from the street next door. It was extremely harsh over the quiet street at night.
When 101 heard the gunfire, he looked to the right, his expression changed, and he suddenly put away his posture.
"The situation has changed! Everyone evacuate!!"
The strong men surrounding Garen also seemed to become nervous. Each one of them quickly put away their knives and other weapons and ran towards the next street, and soon disappeared into the alley leading to the next block.
101 gave Garen a cold look at the end.
"I'll come back to you."
He tiptoed, picked up his windbreaker, put it on and left, quickly disappearing into the alley. Like a gray bat disappearing into the shadows.
Garen frowned and watched the group of people disappear into the alley, his muscles slowly relaxing.
"It's a pity that my speed is too slow, otherwise I might have a chance to keep this person this time."
He pulled the collar of his clothes and walked quickly to the edge of the river embankment.
Snap.
He grabbed Grace's right hand, slowly lifted her up and hugged her, then slowly lowered her to stand on the ground.
"Are you okay?"
"It's okay. Fortunately, you scared those people just now, otherwise it would be really troublesome this time." Grace was shocked. She glanced at the dead man with a golden ring on the ground beside her.
"Jin Huan actually dared to attack me as a senior cadre of the company! Lord Garen, please excuse me for a while. I must return to the company immediately to report this matter to the headquarters!" Grace's face gradually turned cold.
"Although our Manleyton is not as good as the Golden Circle, we are not easy to mess with either!"
"Okay, go ahead." Garen nodded, "I still have to go next door to see what's going on? Something happened just now that led them all away. Pay attention to your own safety, it's best to deploy more manpower for protection.
Self. Where is your gun?"
Grace's face turned red: "Before I could take it out, I was attacked and caught from behind..."
"Be careful, I'll go take a look first." Garen couldn't help but laugh, "Where has your fierceness gone when you first met me?" He touched Grace's hair and rubbed it as if it were a child.
He picked up the pendant, turned around and walked towards the alley.
His height is already over 1.7 meters, which has not changed. He is slightly taller than Grace. There seems to be a natural feeling in making this action, which makes people completely ignore his current age.
Grace stood there, gritting her teeth and her face turned red.
"You told me not to treat me like a child!" She quickly got into the car, took out the pistol from her handbag and held it in my hand. Then she started the car, turned a corner and drove towards the company.
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Garen walked along the alley and soon heard the sound of fists hitting flesh, followed by groans and screams of pain.
"Catch him and don't let him run away!!" "Galo passed out! Damn it! This guy's fists are so heavy!" "Watch the gap! Don't give him a chance!"
The shouts of a group of men came one after another, as if they were besieging someone.
Garen stood in the shadow at the entrance of the alley and looked out.
On the street, on the dirty dirt floor, a group of men from the Golden Circle were surrounding two thin teenagers. No. 101 was standing on the outside looking at the field with a cold face, and at the same time he seemed to be wary of the people around him.
movement.
There were already three or four adult men lying on the ground. They all seemed to have been hit in the face and fainted.
Garen briefly inspected the injuries of the wounded and let out a light sigh.
"This intensity is almost the same as the intensity I used to kill people for the first time! Could it be that these two children were the ones who killed these people?"
His eyes immediately fell on the two teenagers in the field.
The two were a boy and a girl, the boy was handsome and the girl was innocent. They looked to be only fifteen or sixteen years old, the same age as Garen, but the look in their eyes showed that this was not the first time they had encountered such a dangerous situation.
The two were wearing white sportswear, standing back to back, assuming a standard boxing fighting posture.
"My dad will come to save us right away!!" the boy gritted his teeth, "he won't let you go!"
"Don't talk too much, save some energy!" the girl whispered, with a black pistol on her waist.
101 sneered and walked forward quickly.
"I'm here. You guys surround them and don't let them escape. This kid is Bai Ying's son. It's hard to catch him but we can't fail."
He walked into the encirclement and stood still, with one hand raised, the palm of the other hand facing outward, and his body slightly arched, assuming the same fighting posture as before.
Vaguely, Garen noticed that the knife in his right hand seemed to be redder than before. It was like it was filled with blood, and it seemed that blood might overflow at any time.
"Boy, you dare to fight me. You are asking for death! Don't blame me if you are disabled somewhere."
"Stop talking nonsense! Let's do it!"
The boy kept his posture upright and interrupted the other person's speech.
Before he finished speaking, there was a sneer.
A red shadow streaked across his chest, and the white sportswear was ripped open silently. A bloody gash was cut on the wheat-colored skin inside, and blood slowly oozed out.
The red shadow disappeared in a flash and returned to 101's right hand sword.
The boy's face turned pale. The moment the red shadow passed over him, he quickly exhaled and closed his chest. If he had slowed down a little, his chest would have been broken open. But at this time, because he exhaled too quickly and fiercely, his breathing was a little unsmooth.
Lungs hurt.
"Civica! Are you okay?" the girl said hurriedly, "Be careful! The opponent is practicing red hand boxing!"
"It's okay, I avoided it!" The boy Siweika coughed twice and replied, still staring at 101 in front of him.
"It's been delayed long enough." 101 resumed his previous posture, "I just gave you a warning before, now, I will cripple your right arm." His black eyes became colder and colder, with a hint of murderous intent.
Tsk tsk tsk!
There were three soft sounds in a row. The boy Siweka fell back and quickly dodged two knives. However, the third knife made a hissing sound on his right hand and made a bloody gash on his clothes. The red blood quickly followed the white sportswear.
"Did you hide well? Come again!" 101 became a little angry, "Death!!"
His right hand shook violently, and slashed at the boy's limbs like a machete. He actually made four cuts in two seconds.
Each of the four knives was struck extremely fast, and only a trace of red shadow could be seen.
The two of them retreated one after another.
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A stone street lamp was rubbed, and with a snap, fine cement residue was chopped out. It was like a real machete chopping up the cement poured into the street lamp.
There was another series of soft sounds, and a wound was made on the boy's right leg because he could not dodge in time. This caused his right leg to bend and he could hardly stand up straight.
"Civica!" the girl cried out anxiously.
Garen stood at the entrance of the alley, and the steps he originally planned to take out suddenly retracted.
"White Eagle? Is he the guy with Mercury in the Tower?"
"If it's that guy, it will be a bit troublesome. I can't let them see my true face."
He looked around and took a deep breath.
Bang!
A punch hit the wall on the right side of the alley entrance. A depression the size of a bowl suddenly appeared on the wall, and large chunks of cement were scattered and scattered.
Gallon reached out and grabbed a piece of broken cement, rubbed it with his hands, and it turned into a large amount of white gray cement slag. He then wiped it on his face, and his face suddenly became so gray that he could not distinguish his features.
"Who is this?!" The people outside heard the movement in the alley and shouted immediately.
Garen walked out of the alley slowly and looked at the changes in the field.
After only a short delay, the boy in the field had been chopped off his left arm again, with only one leg left to support his body from falling. The girl was surrounded by other people, and the situation was terrible.
And 101 was standing in the field with his back to him.
Hearing the movement behind him, 101 turned around and glanced at Garen.
"Is it you? Do you also want to take a trip into this muddy water?" Before Gallon could reply, he suddenly sneered. "Okay, I'm here today, let's just deal with it together."
Bang!
The girl on one side was kicked in the lower abdomen, staggered back a few steps, and was immediately punched in the vest by someone behind her. She fell to her knees with a plop, her face was pale, and she could hardly breathe. The pistol on her waist was also not punched.
Know when to knock it off.
"Eve!!" The boy Siweka half-knelt on the ground and shouted anxiously.
101 turned around and walked directly towards Garen without looking at the boy who was almost losing his fighting ability.
"You didn't run away when you had such a good opportunity just now. Should I say you are stupid or an idiot? I don't know why the higher-ups pay so much attention to you." He pointed back to the boys and girls who were being beaten, "Did you see that?
?This is the result of opposing our Golden Ring. Even the son of White Eagle and the daughter of Mercury in the Tower can only be obediently allowed to be slaughtered by us."
Garen shook his shoulders, and his whole body made a crisp sound of joints, snapping and snapping.
"There's so much nonsense, just do it. As a return gift, I will make your death easier."
"That's what I want to say." As soon as 101 finished speaking, he rushed towards Garen at an extremely fast speed. The moment he rushed in front of Garen, he brushed his feet and turned to the left to slash out with his hand knife.
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laugh!
Garen only felt a pain in his left arm, and his clothes were torn with a hiss. He looked at the injury and saw a faint red mark on his skin.