At night, on the street beside the river embankment, Garon was walking slowly along the river bank in a black coat.
The river on the left keeps lapping at the river bank, making a gurgling sound. Mixed with the sound of the cold and damp night wind, it gives people a feeling of winter entering early.
Garen walked slowly with his hands in his trouser pockets. He was wearing a scratched shirt under his outer coat. He unbuttoned his clothes and looked down at his chest. On the exposed skin, the original red marks and scratches had slowly disappeared.
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I reached out and pressed my lower abdomen, but there was still a slight pain there.
At the corner of the street in front, an old woman in a gray dress was walking slowly pushing a trolley. There was a cylindrical black container on the cart. The outside of the container was written in chalk: 2 yuan milk.
A little girl in white clothes, wrapped thickly, hurried to the trolley, took out a banknote and handed it to the old woman, then took a cup of hot milk and left slowly.
Garon tightened his tight clothes and felt a little cold, so he walked forward a few steps faster.
"Please give me a drink."
"Okay, okay." The old woman's face was wrinkled and her skirt was wrinkled, but she looked very neat. She took out a small yellow paper cup from the car, poured a cup of hot milk from the side of the cylindrical container, and handed it to Garen.
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After giving him two yuan, Gallon held the paper cup in both hands and walked to an arc-shaped corner that was protected from the wind. On both sides were advertising boards of closed shops, forming a small space that was protected from the wind.
Gallon leaned his back against the wall and watched the milk trolley slowly swaying toward the distance. From time to time, residents ran out of their residences to buy, stopping and walking.
The scene where he punched No. 101 just now suddenly resurfaced in his mind.
"Killing again..." Garen closed his eyes and seemed to be recalling the previous scene. "I have an innate ability that no one else has, and I can quickly shorten the huge gap with others accumulated over the years. But this accumulation process is also missing.
To hone your will and character."
"The rapid increase in power leads to the uncontrolled release of desires. Is this the fundamental problem I have now? The righteous path, the devil's path?" He smiled, "It's surprising that there is still such a division in this era, the era of guns.
Martial arts has gradually declined, and is changing from a killing tool to a physical exercise. There are still people who value this concept."
After calming down, he interrupted his thoughts and took a sip of hot milk. The steaming white air hit his face, and the hot and rich aroma of milk penetrated his nose, giving him an unusually pleasant feeling.
"In the fight with Golden Ring 101 just now, my speed was obviously too slow, so I couldn't keep up with the opponent's rhythm. However, my strength and defense are strong enough. It doesn't matter how many times he hits me. I just need to fight
Hitting him once is enough to decide the outcome. This is also the advantage of the strength type. But after all, my fighting skills have not been honed to perfection. If the skills reach a certain level of perfection and I can adapt to all changes, no matter how fast he moves, he will not be able to do it.
I can move my arms, legs and feet very quickly. I will definitely be able to deal with this type of opponent easily when the time comes."
Galen concluded while drinking milk.
"And I made the right choice to strengthen my physical strength in advance. Otherwise, no matter how fast the speed is, the battle will be over with just one hit from the pistol bullet. This route is much safer. Unfortunately, I am still at the level of basic skills. I will fix the details first.
You have to practice the moves well."
Finally, after drinking the milk, he crumpled the paper cup into a ball and threw it into the trash can of the store aside.
"Now I am purely relying on my strong physical fitness to fight hard. It will be different when my fighting skills are honed and matured."
Walking out of the space, Gallon walked along the street to the stone bridge in front. After crossing the stone bridge, he walked straight along the street for ten minutes until he reached Lanshu Street, where Gallon's house was located.
This area is already considered a suburb and belongs to the outer area like Blue Tree Street.
clang clang clang...
The bell in the distance started ringing again, ten times in total.
"Is it already ten o'clock?" Garen quickened his pace. Huaishan was very deserted at night. Except for the occasional carriage and vehicle passing by on the street, there were almost no pedestrians on the street.
Having just escaped from the fierce fight and feeling this unusual tranquility, Garen suddenly felt particularly relaxed.
Walking on the street, no one knows who he is, so there will be no ill intentions, and there is no need to worry about a lack of security. As long as he is not specifically targeted at him, ordinary people are as weak as chickens in his hands.
Along the street, we crossed the stone bridge. On the other end of the bridge, there were a few gangsters who were drunk and sitting on the ground bragging. As they passed by, they smelled a strong smell of pungent alcohol.
Garen touched the handrail of the stone bridge with his hand, and the cold and rough gray-white stone clearly formed a tactile sensation in his mind. He suddenly felt a slight pain in his chest and abdomen.
It is known that the impact of the bullet caused some damage to the internal muscles of the body.
He tore off the torn shirt a few times, crumpled it into a ball and stuffed it into the trash can on the side. He put on his coat with only his upper body naked, and walked quickly towards home.
Not far away, a bright white car slowly drove towards him, turned a corner on the street, and moved slowly with him.
The car window was rolled down, revealing Grace's cold and tired face.
"I have already approved the specific application. Even if it is a golden ring, it must abide by everyone's rules when it comes to our Huaishan. They must give an explanation for our attack no matter what." She whispered.
Garen jogged to keep up with the car. "101 is dead," he said calmly.
"Dead?" Grace glanced at Galen, noticed the unusually calm expression on his face, and the gray and white stone powder all over his face, and suddenly understood. "I know, I will deal with it."
"This time I went back to the company and got new information. Jinhuan actually sent people to kidnap the sons and daughters of Mercury and Baiying in Tali. Their whereabouts are unknown now. They are obviously preparing for a big move."
Gallon evened out his breathing rate.
"I saved those two children, but it's a pity that they didn't appreciate it."
Grace was stunned for a moment, as if she didn't expect that so many things would happen to her just after leaving for such a short time.
"Then, they didn't see your real face?" She noticed the white ash on Garen's face.
"Probably not, but since she is Tali Mercury's daughter, this disguise may not be able to hide her. She is a very tough girl." Garen recalled that the little girl suddenly stood up and questioned his expression and tone, slowly
Answer slowly.
"By the way, do you know the divisions of factions in the martial arts world?" He then added.
"Faction divisions?" Grace asked doubtfully, "I don't know much about this, but I just heard that the martial arts world is divided into orthodox martial arts that strengthen oneself and the mind, and unorthodox martial arts that focus on extreme evolution of oneself to kill people.
Martial arts.”
"Really?" Garen's eyes flashed, "Then do you know any famous examples of celebrities in unorthodox martial arts?"
"This..." Grace frowned and pondered for a while. "Even if you have one master, there are several martial artists in the province who all have this type of philosophy. They play a decisive role in the underground forces in the province.
Influence.”
"It seems that non-orthodox martial artists are doing well, but what about the orthodox martial artists?"
"It's more or less the same. Apart from not being too involved in underground forces, everything else is the same as unorthodox." Grace asked doubtfully, "Didn't your senior brothers and sisters tell you about these things?"
Garen shook his head.
Arriving at the residential complex on Lanshu Street ahead, Gallon waved to Grace.
"I'm going back first, be careful when you go back by yourself."
"Don't worry, I have mobilized enough manpower to deal with this matter this time!" A trace of murderous intent flashed in Grace's eyes, "The police department has also taken care of it. This time, I want to give Jinhuan an unforgettable experience.
lesson!"
Galen saw the determination in Grace's eyes and didn't say much. When he walked into the gate of the community, the old guard looked at him and continued to smear on the paper without knowing what he was drawing.
Entering the stairs, I could faintly hear the cry of a child upstairs, and the hoarse male voice singing from the record player.
Stepping up a few steps, he soon reached the floor where he lived. The corridor was dark and there was no light. Garen walked quietly to the door, took out the key and inserted it gently into the keyhole.
Click.
The door lock was unlocked, and it was dark and silent inside.
Garen closed the door gently, changed his shoes and walked into the living room. Suddenly he saw a dark figure sitting quietly on the sofa in the living room. It turned out to be a person.
"Ying'er? What are you doing sitting here?" Garen was slightly startled and saw clearly that the person sitting there was his sister.
Ying'er sat on the sofa without any response, her head lowered, and her expression could not be seen clearly in the darkness. Only the dim light from the opposite floor shone through the window and fell next to her.
Gallon noticed that his sister was wearing a black waist skirt, a dark bow on her head, and thick cotton pantyhose under the skirt. She was sitting on the sofa motionless and did not reply.
Since time traveling, he has cared about this sister in his heart, knowing that Yi Ying'er's character would not normally be in such a situation.
He sat on the sofa next to his sister.
"What's wrong? What happened today? Aren't you going to play at Bibo Lake with your classmates tomorrow?"
Ying'er didn't reply, but after a long time, she spoke softly.
"I won't go tomorrow."
"What happened?" Garen frowned. For him, home and outside were two completely different worlds. This small house at home was a safe haven where he didn't have to worry about anything. There were only and without any scheming.
Only when he is with his sister who is good to him wholeheartedly can he completely relax himself.
And his sister Ying'er is also the person he least wants to be harmed by.
"It's nothing, don't worry about it!" Ying'er turned her head. "I'm just a little tired."
Garen smiled, reached out and grabbed his sister's cheeks, and pulled hard.
"Ah...wu, what are you doing!!?" Ying'er suddenly became furious. She stretched out her hand to grab Jia Lung's wrist and tried to pull it away, but she was not strong enough and her struggle was ineffective.
"Don't think so much at home! Have a good rest. Once you sleep, all worries will disappear." Garen let go of his hand, "Don't forget that I and my parents are still at home."
"You're looking for death!!" Ying'er stood up and started punching and kicking Garen in a completely random manner. But even so, she tried her best to hold back her strength for fear of hurting Garen.
"You underestimate your brother too much." Garen chuckled, stood up straight and let her hit her randomly. "Are you tickling me?"
"Ahhhh!!!" Ying'er was completely furious, "It seems you don't know how powerful I am!"
Bang!
She punched Garen hard in the face.
"I'll rub it! Don't hit me in the face!!" Garen was shocked and hurriedly avoided the second punch. He held his head and hid in the living room.
Ying'er followed closely behind, chasing and beating her, and the two of them chased each other and ran around the living room.
After fighting for a while, Ying'er finally got tired, so she stopped and sat down on the sofa.
"Huh...it's only been a few months, but you've obviously put on a lot more flesh? What do you eat every day? So perverted!" She rubbed her little fist. Instead of hurting Galleon, her fist turned red.
Very powerful.
"I told you that I am practicing martial arts, and I am a formal apprentice. I am definitely no better than you." Garen deliberately made a proud expression.
"You guys... are so infuriating!" Ying'er felt that her fists started to itch again. She took a few deep breaths and suppressed the urge to hit people. "By the way, you have been working all day long during this period.
You all went out, what on earth were you doing? Now is the holiday, did you find a job outside?"
Garen followed and sat down. "It's okay. Don't I have to run in the evening? And I have to practice basic skills in the martial arts gym. It's normal to be late when I come back."
"It's not good if you come back too late." Ying'er pouted, "Also at school, they said that you and Effie..."
"I am totally unjust about this..." Garen was extremely helpless and began to explain the whole process to his sister in detail.
The two of them sat on the sofa and chatted casually. They chatted for more than two hours without realizing it, and it was past 12 o'clock and into the early morning.
Ying'er was still sitting on the sofa with no intention of going back to her room. She was actually very sleepy. When Jia Long wasn't paying attention, she opened her mouth slightly and yawned quietly.