"Alright, let's go meet that cute fatty Bovini first. It's been a while, I miss him. "Garon couldn't help but laugh.
"You miss his money, right?"
Cynthia's face was full of disdain.
Garon didn't mind. The two of them walked down the stairs one after the other. Under the respectful gazes of the surrounding students, they left the main hall and got into a white carriage.
"Right, how's Master now?"
"Not bad, his body is well maintained. I don't know why, but he hasn't woken up. " Cynthia was now Garon's personal secretary, replacing Ge Reese's position. This was originally the company's purpose of sending her there, but she didn't manage to achieve it back then. Now that she left the company, she achieved it instead.
"He hasn't woken up?" Garon frowned, suddenly remembering Sylphalan's hallucinations. "Could it be them?"
"What did you say?"
"Nothing, let's go." Garon came back to his senses and said calmly.
Ever since he defeated Andrela, he had a strong and fearless confidence, as if there was nothing to be afraid of. He could face everything as one and face it head-on.
This was the characteristic of his Qi and blood to an inhuman level. He didn't know if other Grandmasters of Combat felt this, but his feeling was obvious.
The carriage moved slowly, and the streets on both sides moved back.
It was already early spring, and there were already some farmers on the streets of Huaishan selling fresh vegetables.
The streets were still wet, and it was obvious that it rained yesterday.
Their white carriage quickly stopped in front of a black marble building.
Fatty Bovini was standing at the door with a big smile on his face. His face and body were bruised all over. There was a piece of white gauze on his forehead, and one of his eyes was so swollen that he couldn't open it.
"Welcome, welcome, Mr. Garon. The directors and I have been waiting for you for a long time."
The rest of the people around him also hurriedly bowed and smiled apologetically. They were all bruised and battered like him, and they were in an extremely sorry state.
Garon said calmly from the carriage.
"You have to understand, there are some things that you can't take. Spit it out and leave Huaishan. For the sake of our previous friendship, I will make the decision on behalf of my master to not pursue the matter this time. "
After he finished speaking, he looked at Cynthia, who was sitting beside him.
The latter nodded and got off the carriage with her handbag.
"Leave this place to me, you can go. I will take care of all the transfer documents, "Cynthia said confidently.
"Just transfer them all back to Master's name." Garen did not need these properties. Money was a piece of cake for him right now if he wanted to earn it.
"Got it."
"Then I'll leave first. Uncle is still waiting for me."
The carriage moved slowly again, taking Garon to the other side of Pennington Street.
His uncle's wife's family had been dissatisfied with the inheritance of the business for a long time.
This time, when he heard that Garon had returned, his uncle immediately asked him to go over and attend the meeting with the elders over there.
Compared to his uncle Angor, Bouvini and the others were just small fries who could not withstand a single blow.
Angor's company's businesses covered half of Galantia Province. Even in the province, it was a well-known large-scale gray group. It was even said that they took over the business of assassination and bodyguard.
It was equivalent to an enlarged version of Manuyllton Company. Smuggling, drugs, gambling, firearms, Angor's company did whatever made money. Of course, it had been cleaned up a lot over the years. In fact, even White Cloud Gate's previous status in Huaishan was because Angor didn't try to control it. He only gave up on the power because he wanted to clear his name.
Compared to these businesses, the antique business was just a small business that he didn't care about. It was just a little soup that he leaked through his fingers to other local companies.
This time, his uncle also knew about Garon's return. It could be said that after Bouvini and the others were humiliated by the Golden Hoop, they didn't have the slightest intention of revenge and fight to the death. One of the reasons was because of his uncle behind it.
Therefore, Garon's participation in the gathering this time could be considered as a thank you to him on behalf of White Cloud Gate.
However, the competition for Angor's company's business was a little troublesome.
The other party was not easy to deal with. Angor's company spanned more than ten big cities and more than half of the province. Its strength was not inferior to July Gate's.
Of course, this was purely referring to the strength of low-level martial artists. The strength of high-end martial artists was not clear. However, to be able to stand tall and not fall, it was definitely not simple.
Garon was also thinking about his uncle Angor's situation along the way.
Angor's company seemed to have been stable since he was a child. It was unusually peaceful, and there were no twists and turns in its development. This was obviously a manifestation of strong strength.
Obviously, his uncle was not as simple as he seemed. What he could be sure of was that his uncle definitely had his own powerful force behind him, escorting the whole company.
And from his uncle's unfamiliar knowledge and contact with the martial arts world, it did not seem to be a martial artist's force.
Garon recalled that in the past, his uncle had shown a look of disdain for martial arts many times. But he even had a martial arts expert friend who came over to visit.
This time, he called him over to get the approval of his wife's family. Obviously, the other party still had some influence on the company. Although it was not enough to affect his uncle's decision, if there was a problem, there would still be a certain negative impact.
Sitting in the carriage, Garon considered all the factors before slowly closing his eyes to rest.
More than ten minutes later, the carriage slowly stopped at the end of Pennington Street, not far from the former Dolphin Antique Shop.
There was a garden-style private courtyard there that had been unoccupied for many years. He did not expect it to be his uncle Angor's property.
The white courtyard was surrounded by a green garden and pink roses, surrounded by a white vine-patterned wall.
On both sides of a white stone path leading in and out were large patches of green grass. Two children were chasing and playing on it.
On the left side of the white three-story main building, there was a black parasol in the garden. A round table and four tables and chairs were placed under it. Three noblewomen in long dresses were sitting there chatting and drinking coffee. They were all wearing white or black round hats with different colored feathers. They talked and laughed at ease, looking calm and luxurious.
Looking in from the open main door of the main building, he could vaguely see men in luxurious suits chatting in twos and threes. Some were holding red wine, some were smoking, and some were taking notes on paper.
From afar, Garen could hear the faint sound of music drifting towards him. It was the sound of a piano and a violin.
At the main door, two bodyguards in black came forward and bowed respectfully to Garon.
"Young Master Garon, the chairman is waiting for you inside. Please come in. "Someone immediately led the carriage to another place. Although the white carriage was not bad, compared to the luxurious cars parked around the courtyard, it was a bit shabby and unremarkable.
Garon frowned and looked at the black jeans and black shirt he was wearing. Although the style was not bad, the workmanship and material looked a bit ordinary. It also did not suit this kind of occasion.
"It's okay. The chairman has already prepared the clothes. " One of the bodyguards said in a low voice. It could be seen that he was not a gatekeeper, but someone who came out to wait for Garon. "Please come with me."
"Okay."
Garon followed the bodyguard to change into a black slim-fit suit with a dark red tie. His short purplish black hair was tidied up, and his beautiful red eyes were indifferent.
His whole person gave off an indifferent and elegant temperament. Only an indescribable luster would occasionally flash in his dark red eyes. When he looked at others, there would be a faint and vast feeling of vastness.
That was the temperament that came from the sublimation of his body and mind due to his immense martial arts strength. It was the feeling of standing on a higher level and looking down on ordinary people.
Garon looked at himself in the mirror and looked at the enormous aura in his eyes. He frowned slightly.
He adjusted himself slightly in the mirror and restrained the state of his heart.
The indifferent feeling in his eyes slowly faded away.
"No matter how powerful a martial artist is, he will not be able to withstand a blow from firearms. This is the era of firearms, and also the era of ordinary people. Being overly influenced by this aura will make people more arrogant and conceited. I must be vigilant. "He reminded himself. Although bullets were not a threat to him now, it was not the same for explosives. It was not the explosive force, but the huge impact of the bomb itself could shake his Qi and blood.
Although he had not tried it, he had a faint sense of danger.
Aura was one of the byproducts of Bravery. It was the creation of absolute confidence in oneself. Unlike Bravery, the presence or absence of aura did not affect much. Moreover, an aura with an unstable foundation was a bluff and could not withstand a single blow.
Bravery was different. It was the foundation of aura. A skilled martial artist must cultivate and strengthen their own Bravery. It was equivalent to the essence of aura. It was not only related to martial arts strength, but also to spiritual cultivation. It was the combination of the whole body's essence, Qi, and spirit.
Bravery was something that all martial artists had. If one's Bravery was suppressed by the opponent before a fight, their Qi and blood would not be a big problem, but their spirit would be shaken, hesitant, panicked, and other negative emotions.
Once the spirit was unstable, the response would not be strong enough, and the reaction would not be fast enough. When faced with a critical moment, they would fall into a temporary hesitation. This would cause a delay in response time. In the end, they would lose the upper hand and die with regret.
And once they suppressed the opponent's Bravery, they would be able to attack the opponent in a perfect state, combining essence, Qi, and spirit, to completely destroy the opponent's spirit and body. In the end, the defeat of the opponent was the only result. The defeated opponent would not even have the thought of making a comeback. That would be the complete collapse of their spirit and self-esteem.
This was the fundamental power of a strong martial artist's Bravery.
A truly strong martial artist would definitely have a strong Bravery as well.
Other than the help of his innate ability attribute, Garon was really stronger than other geniuses. His actual age was not only seventeen, but also the experience of his previous life.
In his previous life, he had already lived to the age of twenty on Earth. The environment and stage determined the experience one was exposed to. In the end, it determined a person's maturity. The extra twenty years of experience made up for his shortcoming of spiritual cultivation when he entered the martial artist level.
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