Thinking about this, Garon could not help but think of Andrela.
"Compared to me, Andrela was able to become a Grandmaster of Combat at such a young age. I don't know how much effort and experience he had to put in. No wonder his mental state was extremely abnormal. Probably only such extreme focus and dedication could allow him to reach such a high level at such a young age. Compared to him, I'm still considered cheating … "He knew very well that he was not a genius.
Recalling all the young masters he met, only Andrela had reached the level of a Grandmaster of Combat. Even the eldest disciple of the Crimson Sand Sword, Beo, gave the feeling that he was only infinitely close to becoming a Grandmaster of Combat. What he lacked was obviously courage. Perhaps his martial arts cultivation had reached the level, but his mental cultivation had not yet reached the level.
Collecting his thoughts, Garon tidied up his suit and strode out of the side hall to the main hall. His uncle Angor was already waiting at the door.
"There may be some trouble later. On the surface, they won't trouble you because of me, but I have no reason to interfere with Xiao Yi's problems. You can only rely on yourself. I've also arranged for Venia and the others to follow you. Be careful, and don't fight with them just because you're trained in martial arts. Do you understand? "His uncle whispered.
"Yes, uncle." Garon helplessly nodded.
Angor was finally satisfied. He reached out and patted his head, "I haven't seen you for a while, and you've grown taller. It's only been a year, and you've grown so strong. The bean sprout you used to be is nowhere to be seen. Not bad, not bad. "
He rubbed Garon's head and laughed loudly. Garon helplessly let him do as he pleased.
"Alright, follow me in. Be careful and be polite. Everyone inside has a much stronger background than your master. It'll be good for you in the future if you have a good relationship with them. "
"Alright." Garon could only nod in agreement.
As soon as he entered the door, he saw the local governor of Huaishan City, Powell, in the corner. He was smiling and chatting with two middle-aged men with mustaches. He was playing the role of a supporting character.
"Looks like they really aren't ordinary characters." Garon was suddenly curious about his uncle's hidden strength.
The strongest forces he had come into contact with in the martial arts world were Celestial Circle Gate and Su Lin's family. However, he didn't know what level the dozen or so people in the hall in front of him were at.
However, such thoughts were just thoughts. He still obediently followed behind his uncle, acting like a polite and refined junior.
Not far away, a middle-aged man and woman were watching Garon and Angor carefully.
"That's Angor's chosen successor?" The woman was wearing a red sleeveless gown with a high collar and a golden ponytail. Her long and narrow blue eyes gave her a sharp and noble charm.
"He's been fighting for half of his life, and he's finally going to retire. However, his business is in between the black and the white. It won't be easy to escape unscathed. " The man had his arms crossed and a golden mustache grew on his chin. His short hair was combed to the right, making him look exceptionally refined.
"Indeed, after this banquet, it should be time for a showdown, right? There'll probably be news tomorrow. "
"Let's wait and see." The woman chuckled. "Compared to this Garon, I'm more inclined to support Delai Xima and Venus over there."
"With Angor's support, even if this Garon isn't good enough, he can still be considered a strong contender. He should be able to hold on for a little longer. Oh right, between Delai Xima and Venus, who do you support? "The man asked in a low voice.
"It depends. Both of them are the best of the younger generation, and they both have forces behind them." The woman didn't care at all. "You're trying to get me to support Delai Xima again, aren't you? Although he's excellent, he's not my type. Let's not talk about unnecessary things. "
"You're quite alert." The man smiled bitterly. "Cheers."
"Cheers." The woman smiled and virtually raised her wine glass and clinked it with him.
Garon followed behind his uncle and politely answered the elders' questions along the way. Many scrutinizing eyes were constantly cast on him.
He smiled and nodded at a man in his thirties in front of his uncle while quickly scanning his uncle's face.
Ever since he was young, he had received a lot of help from his uncle. He and his sister also entered the academy because of this relationship. Although his uncle had a strong preference for boys, he had nothing to say about him. But what he couldn't understand was why he suddenly wanted to give his assets to him this time.
This was very sudden.
He had argued with his uncle the last time, but his uncle insisted. But even if Lombarth didn't live up to his expectations, he wouldn't give all his assets to him so easily.
And his uncle was only about forty years old this year …
Thinking about his uncle's age, Garon's eyes became deeper.
"Brother …"
Suddenly, a weak voice came from behind him.
Garon was slightly stunned. He turned around and saw his sister Ying Er standing behind him.
"Why are you alone? Where's mom and dad? "
"They didn't want to come, so they rejected it." Ying Er was wearing a black corset dress that reached her knees. Her long hair was tied with a black hair band in the middle. Her face was rosy and smooth, her lips were pink, and her eyes had a hint of watery luster. It was obvious that she had been specially dressed.
"Rejected?" Garon was surprised. Although he knew that his parents and uncle had a cold relationship since he was young, he didn't expect it to be to this extent.
Ying Er walked to Garon's side and stood side by side with him. She greeted her uncle.
Angor smiled and nodded to show his acknowledgment.
"You two haven't seen each other for a long time. Have a good chat." He patted Garon's shoulder. "Come when I call for you. Don't delay."
"Okay."
Garon could vaguely feel his uncle's predicament. He nodded affirmatively.
"Brother, what's going on!?" As soon as her uncle left, Ying Er immediately asked. Her eyes were filled with doubt, worry, and a hint of bewilderment and unfamiliarity. "Why didn't you go home to visit when you came back? Also, how did uncle get such a powerful force? "
Garon led her to a corner and found two quiet seats. The two sat down.
"To be honest, I don't know what's going on here. All of a sudden, uncle wants me to inherit his property. I was completely unprepared. " Garon was also confused. "But …" He vaguely guessed something, but he didn't say it out loud. "Forget it. I hope I can help you get through this. You don't have to worry about these things. It's fine as long as I'm here. "
"But, why didn't mom and dad come? I came because I heard you were here. Otherwise, they wouldn't let me. " Ying Er was puzzled. She suddenly felt that whether it was her parents or her brother who was right in front of her, they were all so strange.
"They didn't come because they didn't want to come?" Garon thought. "I'll go back and have a look after this. I just came back. But master is seriously ill, so I'm not free for now." He was telling the truth. Originally, he didn't want to go home before he finished all his business. He didn't expect to meet his sister here.
"Then call me later. Don't run away alone!" Ying Er felt uncomfortable at this kind of banquet. She couldn't help but lean closer to her brother.
"Got it." Garon smiled and leaned on the sofa.
At the banquet, some rich and powerful people complimented each other. Their words were overt and covert. Although it looked the same, it was actually full of danger. If they were careless, they would offend some narrow-minded people and bring trouble to themselves. If they were careless, they would leak some important information about themselves. Therefore, everyone appeared to be reserved and courteous, and every word they said was carefully spoken.
Garon and his sister didn't sit for long before he saw his uncle waving at him.
He quickly got up and walked over.
"Mr. Pang Di, this is my nephew, Garon. How is it? It was still acceptable, right? Garon, aren't you going to greet him? "Anjer patted Garon's shoulder with a smile. The other party was a big client of his company. He couldn't neglect him. And he was also very dangerous.
"Mr. Pang Di, nice to meet you." Garon smiled and extended his hand.
The gray-haired man named Pang Di glanced at Garon.
"Nice to meet you. Although Anjer recommended you, I don't have a good impression of you. Of course, if you can satisfy me in the future, I might change my impression. "
"Mr. Pang Di," Anjer interrupted in a low voice. "What do you mean by that?" He stared at the man with bright eyes. His nephew was being scolded in front of his face. He naturally couldn't ignore it.
"Nothing." Pang Di smiled. "Anjer, we've worked together for so many years. To be honest, I'm very disappointed with your choice this time."
Garon stood behind and listened to Pang Di casually talk about him with his uncle. He didn't find it strange.
Most of the rich and powerful people he met here were like this. They just didn't express it as clearly as he did.
It was just that he didn't plan to inherit his uncle's business. His uncle was still young. Wanting to retire at this age …
He suddenly took a step forward and asked Pang Di politely with a smile, "Then, may I know how to satisfy you?"
Pang Di was slightly surprised. He didn't expect Garon to suddenly speak up. He turned his head and looked at Garon carefully. Then, he sneered.
"Do you know anything about business? How many classic business cases do you know? "
"Information in this area is just information. I'm confident in my learning ability. I'm sure you've looked up my information? "Garon said calmly.
Pang Di still sneered.
"So what? You're just a brat. You're not the rightful heir, and your network is much worse than the other two. If it weren't for your uncle's support, what right do you have to stand here and talk to me? You're just a normal student who can't even get through the door. "
Garon frowned.
"Who didn't start from the basics? Your words are a little biased. I don't know what your requirements are for an heir, but I believe that if you choose me, I'm confident I can do it. "
"You're confident? You think you're better than the other two candidates? "Pang Di laughed.
"If I can, then how about you support me?" Garon said flatly.
"Nothing. I just don't like the look of you. Although I don't know how a nephew like you managed to get Angor's approval, it's customary for a family's property to be passed down to the rightful eldest son. Don't even think about using petty tricks to get something that doesn't belong to you. No matter what you do! I won't agree to let you be the heir. "
So that's what they all thought.
Garon understood now.
These people all thought that he was trying to get on his uncle's good side so he could get the family property. His methods were despicable.
Although he never planned to inherit his uncle's property, Pang Di's words were still a little harsh. However, the reason why he told him so much was because he wanted to understand the standpoint of the thermal energy.
It was just that Pang Di's stubborn attitude made him a little unhappy.
"Actually, I want to say the same thing. I don't like the look of you either," Garon retorted. "Don't you think it's a little too early to interfere with my uncle's decision?"
"Angor's matter …" Pang Di's expression also turned cold.
"Alright, Pang Di. That's enough." His uncle's face darkened.
Pang Di snorted coldly. When he glanced at Garon, a hint of fear appeared on his face. Obviously, he knew something about Garon. Then, he walked away. He was giving face to Angor.
Although none of them were afraid of each other, they were all on the same level. He did not need to care about Angor's mood at all.
"Alright, Garon. Don't be angry. Pang Di's eldest son supports Venus. Delai Xima and Venus are the two young representatives on my wife's side. You go down and meet with them alone later. "
Angor knew his nephew well. Although he did not know the process of what happened to Manuyllton Corporation recently, the result was clear. Garon borrowed some special forces connections from somewhere and destroyed the entire Manuyllton Corporation in one fell swoop. This made him look at him in a new light. So, he did not want Garon to hold a grudge against Pang Di. After all, Pang Di was a good friend he had worked with for many years.
"It's fine, uncle." Garon smiled. "How about I go and meet with my peers now? “
I'll have someone go with you. "Angor pondered. He also felt that the attitude of the guests above was not very good. It would not do much good for Garon. Letting him go down and meet with the other juniors was fine.
Soon, a slender man in a dark blue suit followed behind Garon under his uncle's arrangement. Another waiter led the two of them out of the banquet hall and into another small reception room from the side door.
The small reception room could only accommodate a few dozen people. The walls and ceiling were light yellow, the floor was covered with a white woolen carpet, and the wall lamps on the wall emitted a soft yellow light.
There were about twenty young men and women scattered around the room, either standing or sitting.
Most of them were clustered around the two of them. Only two or three people stood in the corner, inconspicuous.
As soon as Garon entered, he immediately saw two very eye-catching central figures.
The young man with thick black eyebrows on the left looked very mature. He held a black drink in his hand and sipped it from time to time. He was listening carefully to what his companion was saying. His eyes looked a little absent-minded. From the few words around him, he could vaguely hear others calling him Delai Xima.
The man on the right had short blue hair, black eyes, and a thin and long scar on his forehead. Unlike Delai Xima's calmness, he completely controlled the conversation. Although he was smiling, he still gave people an unusually aggressive sense of danger.
Garon walked through the door and immediately attracted the attention of some people.
"Garon! You finally dare to come out! "A mature man beside Delai Xima suddenly straightened up and said calmly. "Xima, is this the person you met back then?"
Garon was surprised when he heard that. He carefully looked at Delai Xima's face and suddenly remembered the young man in white he met at his uncle's house. How long had it been since they last met? He had actually become so mature?
Bang!
The wine glass in Delai Xima's hand suddenly fell to the ground and shattered. The original calmness and absent-mindedness on his face suddenly disappeared without a trace. His face instantly lost all color. His eyes stared at Garon as if he was in a daze. Obviously, his brain had gone blank.
He only reacted when the person beside him shook him.
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