"Do you like her? No, compared to those two seeds, I just appreciate her at most." Garen shook his head.
"Those two seeds?" Hesas didn't understand. He didn't know everything Garen had done in school before.
Garen smiled and didn't answer much.
"Aisaro's skills are beyond the scope of ordinary people, even reaching the level of Bald and the others. Such a result is just self-taught. What if I give her a little pointer in the direction?"
'You are really boring.' Hesas said, 'There are too many geniuses in the world, I think you are too boring.'
"Perhaps." Garen did not tell Hesas that he could sense the differences between sisters Alisha and Asaro. He had no intention of explaining it, but just laid a little foreshadowing. Maybe it will be used in the future.
"We should go back."
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"Hoseman!!!!"
Crazy roar.
The strong black man swung his dagger and rushed towards the bespectacled Hossiman. His movements were like the wind, and his speed was so fast that he actually created a faint shadow.
In an open space near a garbage dump, Hoseman quietly leaned against the black car, wearing a black windbreaker and looking coldly at the black man rushing towards him.
Bang!
A side kick swept hard from Horseman's right side and hit the black man's waist accurately, knocking him to the ground.
It was a tall, bald, muscular man. His shiny white muscles were like metal, glowing with a hard and terrifying color. He bumped his fists together, walked out with a sinister smile, and picked up the black man on the ground.
"What a fool! You dare to resist the powerful Lord Hossiman." The bald white man chuckled. He grabbed the black man's neck with his right hand and squeezed it, like squeezing a chicken. There was a clicking sound, and the black man's neck bones were pinched directly.
Suddenly, the look in his eyes quickly dimmed.
Hossiman lowered his head, lit a cigarette, and took a puff.
"Is there anything you haven't finished yet?"
"No more, this is the last one." The white man's bald head bowed his head and replied respectfully. He was a murderer selected by his family, but he never obeyed any personal command from the family. At this time, he bowed to the man in front of him like a sheep.
"My lord's plan should be implemented smoothly."
"There will always be disobedient things jumping out..." Hossiman said calmly, "A lot of people have been attacked in the area recently. You can take people to patrol and deal with those who are in trouble. The situation seems to be a little bit complicated recently.
chaos."
"yes."
Hossiman turned around and opened the car door and sat sideways.
Looking out the window at the slowly moving city scenery in the distance, Hossiman closed his eyes slightly.
"Let's investigate the information about the weirdos who attacked us last night."
The driver in front nodded silently and made no sound.
Hossiman was slightly lost in thought. He could feel that his secret martial arts had gradually reached an indescribable level. The feeling of constantly strengthening and evolving itself was so intoxicating. Just last night, he was patrolling.
When I was in the subordinate branch, I was actually attacked by someone. They were all very skilled guys who were good at using firearms. A few capable subordinates couldn't resist it.
Hoseman personally shot and killed several people on the spot to stabilize the situation, but the origins of these people are unknown.
Looking at the slowly accelerating scenery outside the car window, he gradually fell into deep thought.
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"If such garbage comes in again, get rid of it immediately." Dam stepped on the face of the person lying on the ground with disgust. He was dressed in bright red unisex clothing, with two large black characters embroidered on his shoulders.
They are the combined words of Dam...one half on one side.
The dozen or so tall and strong men surrounding him all lowered their heads and responded with a hint of fear on their faces.
"Drag him out." Dam put his foot hard on the head of the person under his feet, and kicked him until he heard a crunch. He didn't know whether he was alive or dead.
A strong man quickly dragged the person on the ground away.
The rest of the people gathered around Dam and walked to the main seat of the conference room and sat down.
Dam's face became more and more feminine, and his whole person seemed to be exuding a feminine temperament all the time, but there was no feminine softness at all, but the sharp and sharp angles.
Although his temperament is becoming more and more neutral, the masculine edges of his face are still the same. However, he also wears bright red lipstick, light purple eye shadow, and a thin layer of foundation on his face. He also wears makeup on his ears.
Kong, wearing two kind diamond stud earrings.
"Recently, people have been randomly breaking into our headquarters, and they are really desperate. The government has sent enough people to assist us. But I refused directly. It just so happened that I lacked some experimental materials, and my Phaseless Water Bird Fist has not been completely perfected.
I just need some live bodies to try it myself.”
His voice deliberately sounded like a falsetto that didn't sound like a male voice. It was sharp and harsh, making people's hair stand on end.
"Marshal Dam, those who broke in were very fast. We heard the news from some channels. It is rumored that they are probably members of the McCall Group, and they have huge power behind them."
"Huge?" Dam chuckled. He already knew the identities of the intruders. He had just received the news from the family that the McCall Group was now ambitious and wanted to expand aggressively. They belonged to a gray company.
Half black and half hundred.
"There are still people who desperately want to go against us?" Dam stuck out his tongue and licked his fingers. "The McCall Group hired some mercenaries, thinking that black hands can win by breaking the rules? It's ridiculous."
"But these are just minor troubles. The main problem lies with Hosiman." Dam looked at the strong woman sitting at the table at the back.
"Hoseman's side is also being attacked now, but I don't know who the opponent is." The woman answered quickly.
Dam touched his chin, as if looking for an unshaven beard.
The subordinates around him looked at him in fear, fearing that something would suddenly happen to him. Dam was famous for being moody, and he would take it out on others if he disobeyed or didn't go his way, and he would often just pat him lightly with his hands.
If I give you a pat, you might urinate blood after you go back. Then the next day you will have kidney failure and be in the hospital forever.
Rumor has it that both he and Horseman are members of an organization called the Fighting Club. Both of them have become leaders of the younger generation of their respective families, occupying most of the family's industry, and some of their disobedient subordinates have also been replaced by them.
people.
"Where's that cute little apple?" Dam suddenly asked.
"She has safely left the United States and has been delivered to Asia by our people. We don't know the specific location." A subordinate quickly answered.
"I really want to see what Hosiman's expression will be when he finds out about this..." A smile appeared on the corner of Dam's mouth.
He didn't notice at all that his skin was getting whiter and more transparent.
The transformation into white jade, the fourth level of illusion, and the seeds taking root and sprouting in his body have made his whole body's energy and spirit unconsciously merge into one, reaching an unprecedented level of strength.
"Marshal! There's another challenge!" A subordinate's shout could be heard faintly outside the door. "It's Redman, the gold belt underground boxing champion from Eastern Europe."
Dam stood up.
"It seems that there is another experimental subject who is willing to die for the bounty..." He licked his lips and quickly walked out of the conference room under the gaze of everyone who stood up and lowered their heads.
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Time flies.
In the blink of an eye, it has been more than half a year since Galen returned to school.
He doesn't go to the fighting club very much anymore. He spends more time disappearing and disappearing. He no longer lives in a dormitory, but rents a house to live alone.
Apart from his normal daily classes, he gradually kept a low profile and focused mainly on dreaming practice. The first step was to train himself continuously to feel and understand that he was dreaming. This step took him several months.
Perhaps his talent in this area is indeed not very good. This kind of progress really disappointed him.
And from his information network of the Nighthawk Mercenary Group in the mercenary world, rumors of a mysterious organization called the Fighting Club have begun to spread in the current mercenary world.
It is rumored that all the members of the fighting club are elite masters. Among them, after Seidon of the fighting club completely disappeared due to manslaughter not long ago, the rumors about the fighting club became more and more widespread.
When Seidon was shot by someone, he directly killed six people in a row. In the end, he was not injured and disappeared. Killing six people in a row even though the opponents had guns, this is undoubtedly an exciting moment in the entire fighting and mercenary world.
There was a fierce wave.
In addition, there is no need to mention Damu and Hoseman from the fighting club. Both of them are extremely ferocious and powerful terrifying characters. Their skills cannot even be defeated by firearms. They have simply reached the point of inhumanity.
As the two became more and more famous and powerful, there were more and more rumors about the inheritance of the mysterious and powerful fighting club. The school's fighting club has gradually begun to change with several people leaving or not joining.
It has become an empty shell, but despite this, many people still come here.
Garen did not expect this to happen. The reason why Damhosiman is so powerful and progresses so fast is actually due to him. The power they use is largely based on his soul seed.
.
The conflict between the blood clan did not involve this state at this time, or in other words, there seemed to be no movement in many states in this direction, as if the civil war among the blood clan was simply a matter in another world.
Garen ignored these slowly changing things. He concentrated all his energy on practicing the technique of detecting dreaming. The success rate was not very high, only about three times out of ten, and he needed to constantly emphasize and hint that he was about to fall asleep before going to bed.
Dreaming, but this suggestion does not seem to be very effective.
Hesas proposed to use some medicine to assist, but Gallon rejected it.
Hesas proposed another method, which is to focus on looking at your hands. Carefully remember the details of your hands before going to bed. When you sleep, you only have one thought, which is to look at your hands.
This method seemed to be more effective. After trying it many times, Gallon gradually felt that his success rate had improved.
But sometimes his attention would be distracted by inexplicable associations and strange scenes in his dreams, and then he would drift off to an unknown place.
Unfortunately, he cannot enter the dreamland anytime and anywhere. He can only enter when he wants to rest, otherwise his body's biological clock will be disrupted.