Coming out of the small living room, the atmosphere in the banquet hall was still harmonious. The violinist in the band played the violin gracefully. Amid the music, a group of nobles were still conversing with each other calmly.
It was as if they did not hear the screams just now.
Garon and his uncle came out of the small living room with a few bodyguards. They only attracted a few people's attention. Other than that, there was no other reaction.
He glanced around the room and saw his sister sitting on the side, looking at him in a panic. When he looked over, his eyes met hers.
"It's okay." Garon gave Ying Er a reassuring look.
The banquet went on as usual. As the organizer, his uncle went on stage and gave a speech. A few other important people went on stage to give a speech. Everyone joked about them and the social butterfly. The atmosphere was ambiguous and reserved.
Garon walked to his sister and sat on the black leather sofa. He took a sip of the black wine in his hand. It was sour, like sour plum juice mixed with wine.
"Brother …" Ying Er looked at him worriedly. She opened her mouth but did not know what to say.
"It's okay. There was a small conflict just now. It's not my fault. "Garon gave her a reassuring smile. "Come to think of it, it's been a long time since we sat together and chatted."
"Yeah … It's been a long time." Ying Er lowered her head. "I felt it a long time ago. Brother, you've become mysterious. I don't know what you're doing every day. I can't see you at all."
"What else can I do? I'm just following the martial arts club to participate in the exchange. There's nothing else. Don't worry, if … "Garon did not finish his words. Suddenly, his face froze. His eyes narrowed slightly and returned to normal. He changed his words and continued. "If there's anything, I'll definitely tell you. Oh right, master has been sick recently. I have to help the club with some things. After all, you know I'm master's last disciple. "
Ying Er nodded, not fully understanding.
*****
Click.
On the top floor of the building opposite the banquet hall.
A masked man in black was holding a two-meter long black sniper rifle. He was looking at the banquet hall through the scope.
His left hand adjusted the direction of the barrel while his right hand gently reloaded the gun.
The bullet was golden in color, very thin and very sharp, like a straight golden loach. When it was loaded into the barrel of the gun, it made a light clicking sound.
"Thorns, there's no need to be so nervous. He's just a little guy who has practiced martial arts before. "Another man with short silver hair behind the man said indifferently. He was playing with a folding knife. His face was also covered by a mask, but from his deep blue eyes and handsome facial lines, his temperament and appearance were exceptionally gorgeous.
"I have to be vigilant against all dangerous people," the man with the gun replied indifferently. "Since I've taken the money, I have to be responsible for the customer."
"Please, we are mercenaries, not professional bodyguards. Can you not be so dedicated? I'm afraid Galoran will talk to you about stealing other people's jobs. "The silver-haired man didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
"This is a provincial summit. Don't underestimate it," the man in black replied calmly. "This little guy might have practiced martial arts, and he's not weak."
"You mean martial artists? Do you think any martial artist can defeat an opponent from two kilometers away? I remember my previous record was 2.3 kilometers … "
"2.6," the man in black added abruptly. "You still have a long way to go."
The silver-haired man chuckled dryly.
"I say, Tank Tang, you're an expert who defeated a tank on your own. How can you compare yourself to a small fry like me? Wouldn't that hurt your status too much? Within one kilometer, your special bullet can penetrate an armored vehicle. "
The man in black stopped talking. Through the round scope, he looked at a figure by the window on the right side of the banquet hall.
That person was holding a black drink and drinking slowly while chatting casually with another young girl.
This person was Garon.
At this moment, Garon vaguely felt an extremely sharp aura locked onto him.
He was sure that it was a gun!
But there had never been a gun that could make him feel such a strong threat.
As he chatted with his sister, all the muscles in his body tensed up slightly. He was ready to deal with any possible threat.
Slowly, after a while, this aura gradually moved away. Only then did he slowly sigh in relief.
To be honest, if the other party had really fired just now, he wasn't sure if he could have dodged or taken it.
Just as he heaved a sigh of relief. Suddenly, there was a small commotion in the banquet hall.
"Don't come over! Don't come over! Do you hear me! I told you to stop! "A slightly deranged male voice came from the center of the banquet hall.
Garon and the surrounding guests in the corners stood up one after another and looked toward the center of the banquet hall.
A young blonde man in a white tuxedo was holding a white pistol and pressing it against the neck of a middle-aged lady.
Strangely, the middle-aged lady's expression was cold and there was no sign of panic. It was as if this was not the first time she had experienced such a situation.
The surrounding guests also showed no signs of panic. Some of them even whispered to each other as if they were watching a show indifferently.
"Elena … Do you need our help?" A blonde woman in a red sleeveless tuxedo stood out and asked calmly. Her long ponytail was crooked and fell from her neck all the way to her chest. Her eyes were long and sharp, giving her a piercing beauty.
The woman who was being held hostage shook her head.
"Dante, I didn't expect you to do something like this."
"Didn't expect? Heh … Hehe … You can give up everything for that man, you can abandon everything … What else can I not do?! "The man in the white tuxedo said with a hint of despair. He slowly pulled the trigger of the pistol in his hand.
"Bam!"
In an instant, a round bloody hole the size of an egg appeared on the back of the man's hand that was holding the gun. The bloody hole was not only on his hand, there was also a bloody hole the size of an egg right above the man's sternum.
The back of his hand and his chest were completely pierced through. The hand that wanted to pull the trigger could no longer move. The pistol slipped silently onto the carpet on the floor.
"Long live the Black Flag Gang …!" He struggled and finally shouted. The hissing sound coming from his mouth was a little hoarse because of the air leaking out of it. Finally, he fell to the ground. Fresh blood flowed out from the edge of his chest. The white carpet on the floor was dyed red.
Garon, who was standing in the corner, took advantage of the moment when his sister couldn't see clearly and pulled her into his arms to cover her eyes.
He looked in the direction where the bullet came from and his pupils suddenly shrank.
This bullet actually went through the wall and then through the man. The wall was a cement wall that was more than ten centimeters thick. To be able to penetrate a wall of this thickness and through a person, it even left a bottomless black hole on the carpet. This kind of power … This kind of blind sniping judgment …
"This is the power of a real top-notch sharpshooter combined with a powerful sniper rifle." Uncle walked over from not far away and stood beside him and whispered. "Garon, martial arts can be used to strengthen your body, but if you really want to use it to kill, no matter how strong a martial artist is, they won't be able to withstand this kind of bullet."
He patted Garon's shoulder and sighed deeply.
"Assassins are the top-notch mercenaries that I hired. They are also the secret personnel that will protect the safety of this venue. There are hundreds of such top-notch sharpshooters in the entire Confederation. They can kill their targets from a few kilometers away. It is said that top-notch Grandmasters of Combat are not afraid of normal bullets, but … this is no longer the era of martial artists … "
Garon was silent.
He knew that he couldn't withstand such a top-notch sharpshooter with such a penetrative bullet. It was already comparable to Andrela's Three Stars Point Sword. It might even be stronger. Since there was such a powerful bullet, not to mention a more powerful one, just this bullet coated with poison would be enough to kill him.
"Come and help me." Uncle Anjer actually already knew about Garon's martial arts talent, but firearms were not something that could be blocked by martial arts alone.
"I still have something to deal with. Let me think about it for a while, uncle." Garon said calmly.
"Okay, but you have to be quick." Anjer felt that his nephew's tone finally softened, and he nodded with relief. He glanced at Ying Er who was in Garon's arms and turned to leave alone.
"Ying Er, there's something. I need you to help me persuade mom and dad."
"What's the matter? What … What happened just now? What happened to that person? Brother. "Ying Er asked in confusion. She had already guessed it, and her voice was trembling.
Garon looked at the top floor of the opposite building. His gaze seemed to penetrate the wall, and he saw a black shadow holding a slender sniper rifle lying there quietly.
"Nothing. Be good, don't open your eyes."
*****
On the rooftop.
Thorn slowly retracted the silencer of the heavy sniper rifle. His black eyes finally looked at Garon through the scope. He felt that this young man seemed to have noticed his gaze.
"What's wrong?" The silver-haired man squatted beside him and asked.
"Nothing. Let's go to the next point. The Black Flag Gang wouldn't send such a small character. "Thorn stood up and said calmly.
"That's true. I heard that group of lunatics have been mixing with Duskdune Shura's people recently. Maybe there will be someone unexpected." The silver-haired man found something out of nowhere and threw it into his mouth to chew.
"Duskdune Shura … That group of people who advocate the integration of martial arts and firearms?" Thorn was slightly stunned, "I heard that the top Grandmaster of Combat can withstand bullets, has amazing speed, and is very strong in close combat. Maybe I'll have the chance to see it this time. "
"No one can defeat you. You're our trump card!" The silver-haired man patted his partner's shoulder enthusiastically. "The Black Flag Gang definitely won't expect you to personally take action this time."
"Let's go." Thorn said calmly and turned around to disappear into the darkness.
*****
After leaving the banquet, Garon went home and told his parents about the dojo in detail. Unexpectedly, someone actually told his parents about his studies and the reasons for his future arrangements.
After asking, they found out that it was someone from the Golden Hoop who told his parents that Garon would be going to the capital of Eliza Province, Harmony City, to skip grades and enter a private university — Mantella University — without taking the exam. It was said that because he passed the antique appraisal test and met the university's admission criteria, they specially sent an invitation letter.
His parents even received an invitation letter from Mantella University's antique appraisal program in advance. They were even more excited when they heard the news. They repeatedly told him not to go to his uncle Anjer's place so often and to be self-reliant.
Garon and his sister's originally planned persuasion action completely failed.
The next thing was to take care of the last small matter.
He bid farewell to his friends from Circling Dance Gate and familiar teachers and classmates. He went to the telegraph office to send a telegram to Miss Felicity, informing her that he was leaving to skip grades and enter a university.
A few days later, he finally boarded the train to the capital of Eliza Province.
*****
Inside the brown-red train carriage. The train attendants and passengers came and went. It was a little noisy.
Su Lin and Garon sat opposite each other. Both of them quietly looked at the scenery outside that quickly passed by.
On the right side of the two, three young people were playing cards. In the front seat was a young couple with a baby, who was coaxing the baby to sleep. In the back seat, a few young men and women who looked like university students were bragging about thrillers and scary experiences in loud voices.
The faint white light of the morning spilled in through the window, but the inside of the carriage was still very dark. The sky was covered with dark clouds, and there were faint sounds of thunder from time to time.
Su Lin glanced at Garon. "Sorry to trouble you this time."
"Let's not talk about this between us." Garon said calmly, "Tell me about your situation."
"Me …?" Su Lin muttered, "My parents still don't know about me. In their eyes, I'm only a playboy. Second Young Master, my parents, and my elder brother, although they like me a lot and can get whatever they want, this is not what I want. If it wasn't for martial arts giving me the opportunity to train my heart, I might really be just a playboy now. Although they've already set up perfect defensive measures, I still need to set up a core layer of defense. You and another friend of mine are together. I didn't tell my family who you are, just saying that you're my friend, in case there's a breakthrough. You can also play a key role in hiding. "He sighed." After all, my image outside isn't very good. They're just going along with me. Even my family doesn't know about my background, let alone outsiders. So you'll be my last trump card! "
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