The man was in his forties. He had a beautiful mustache and a mature face. He wore a black top hat and a black trench coat that reached his ankles. What caught Garon's attention the most was the black pipe in his hand. He was frowning as he smoked slowly, puffing out white smoke from his nose from time to time.
The woman beside the man was very beautiful. She looked to be in her twenties or thirties. Her blonde hair was tied behind her back. Her body was neatly groomed, and her white trench coat was spotless. Coupled with her delicate and beautiful face, she gave off a professional sense of decisiveness and simplicity.
Garon's entrance did not attract the attention of the three people. He quietly walked to the old man's side and listened.
"… So, the crime should have been committed last night. As for the exact time, we have to analyze it from the scene," the man said softly, rubbing his chin.
"That's right," the old man replied softly. "That's all I know. I've said everything I can. Oh, this is Garon, a regular customer who comes to my shop every day. "
The man looked at Garon from head to toe and nodded. "Can I ask you a few questions?"
"Sure, no problem," Garon quickly replied.
The man casually asked about Garen's visit to the shop yesterday evening. After nodding, he began to wander around the shop with the woman in white on the other side.
Old Man Gregor squatted on the floor bitterly and started to pick up the old books scattered on the floor. He was cursing the thief.
"Old man! Did you get robbed? "Garon squatted down and helped to pick up the books on the floor.
It would have been better if he did not mention it. Now that he mentioned it, Old Man Gregor's face wrinkled. "I wasn't feeling well today, so I planned to open the door for a while in the afternoon. You know I didn't open the door for you alone. I didn't expect to see … "
The two of them, one old and one young, strangely got along well with each other. It was as if they were friends despite their age difference. Garon felt warmth in his heart. He knew that the old man was not feeling well, but had been like this for many days. He only opened the door for a while in the afternoon and closed the door immediately after he left. In fact, the old man didn't care about earning money at all. He only opened the door for him because he wanted to see the medal.
Old Man Gregor was just too lonely and wanted to find something to do to pass the time. Perhaps bickering with him every day was one of the joys of life.
"Then what's missing?" Garon was suddenly worried. He remembered the Bronze Cross Medal …
"Some things are indeed missing, including your favorite Bronze Cross Emblem." The old man said with a sad face. It was exactly what Garon was worried about the most …
"F * ck!" Garon's expression changed. "Are you sure you really lost it?" Suddenly, he seemed to think of something and hurriedly said, "No, maybe you missed it. The medal is so small, and there are things everywhere. Maybe it was thrown in a corner?" He immediately pulled himself together.
"There's no need to look for it. The medal is indeed missing." The old man shook his head. "I've already searched everywhere …"
Garon was speechless. The medal was the key to increasing his potential. He had already searched the entire Huaishan City, and the Bronze Cross Emblem in this shop was the only one that could increase his potential. Now that his only source of income had been cut off, the beautiful future that Garen had planned for had suddenly become bleak.
The two squatted on the ground, not knowing what to say for a moment.
"Then who are those two?"
"They are federal detectives investigating the serial robberies. Mr. Dale Quicksilver and Miss Si Lan. They are here specifically to investigate the case, "the old man introduced in a low voice.
Most cases in this world were solved by detectives. Famous detectives and the police had the right to inspect the crime scene immediately. Many cases could only be solved by detectives. Therefore, famous detectives had a high status in society.
Garon nodded. He picked up the books while paying attention to the two's actions.
The two walked around the shop for a while before Dale Quicksilver broke the silence.
"This is the Golden Hoop's method! It's exactly the same as Navis's modus operandi! "He was gently touching the edge of a table with his finger and then putting it under his nose to smell it.
"This guy runs really fast!!" Miss Si Lan frowned.
"Si Lan, do you remember what I said when we broke the Light of Undine?" Dale Quicksilver suddenly asked.
"Sir, you mean …?"
"Yes," he turned around. "If the Golden Hoop appears, please keep quiet and don't disturb him. This criminal is extremely vicious, don't provoke him! Any carelessness could result in death!! That guy was a retired special forces officer. "
"No problem, no problem!!" "Of course!" The old man and Garon quickly stood up and answered.
"We didn't run from Navis for fun. This time … we won't let you escape!! "Dale Quicksilver turned around and murmured. His gaze became abnormally deep. "Si Lan! Inform the White Eagle and the others that they don't need to investigate anymore. Tell them we caught the tail! "
"Yes!"
Dale Quicksilver shook his windbreaker and strode out of the shop. Si Lan quickly followed from behind.
"Sir, why don't we wait for the White Eagle to arrive before we act together? The Golden Hoop is extremely dangerous, even in all the cases we've investigated, this is the first time we've encountered something like this … "
"No, it'll be too late if we wait until they arrive …" Dale Quicksilver looked up at the fiery red evening sky. "Don't worry, nothing will happen … no matter how dangerous it is, he's just a normal person. As long as he's human, he will have a weakness!"
"Isn't this too risky? After all, the Golden Hoop was trained in the special forces. Even if he doesn't have a gun, he can easily take down five or six adults." Si Lan frowned.
"Don't worry, we don't have to fight him ourselves." Dale Quicksilver smiled gently and pinched Si Lan's face. She immediately blushed and lowered her head. "Alright, let's go back."
"Yes."
The two of them walked down the street one after the other.
In the shop, Garon found a chair and sat down, watching the two of them leave.
"Old man, who is this Golden Hoop? Is he famous? "
"He's a serial robber and murderer. Haven't you read the recent newspapers? There have been robberies and murders all over the Heavenly Federation. Luckily, I didn't meet the Golden Hoop … "Old Man Gregor was cursing just now, but now he was relieved. "I heard that the Golden Hoop was once surrounded by the police. He even shot and injured two policemen. He easily escaped from the encirclement, but his arm was grazed when he was fighting with the policemen."
Garon listened to the old man's introduction. He vaguely felt that this wasn't the first time the Golden Hoop and Dale Quicksilver had a conflict.
"A few days ago, in a manor in the countryside, Detective Dale Quicksilver's friend was said to have fought with the Golden Hoop for a while. He almost succeeded in keeping him," the old man added.
Garon squinted his eyes and saw Dale Quicksilver and Si Lan talking with a strong man in black at the end of the street. The man's eyes were sharp and his muscles were solid. From his movements, it was obvious that he was trained in martial arts. "Is that him?" He pointed at the strong man.
The old man looked over. "That's the friend Mr. Quicksilver was talking about. He came to the shop just now."
Garen nodded. Judging from the man's movements, he could already roughly guess his opponent's fighting skills.
"From his temperament and physique, he's at the level of an ordinary adult. He should have trained in military martial arts. I can't rule out the possibility that he has some special explosive techniques. "
As a martial arts practitioner, he naturally compared the difference between himself and his opponent. "If I were to fight with him, I wouldn't have enough combat experience. But my strength would definitely be stronger than his! An ordinary adult's strength limit is 0.5, but I've already surpassed this limit. As long as I use my full strength and special techniques, my strength will definitely surpass his. If the Golden Hoop is similar to him … "
Garon's attention fell on the skill pane at the bottom of his vision.
"Only I'm different from others. I have attribute bonuses. My strength doesn't match my physique at all." He had observed other people. They were the same as ordinary people in the dojo. The stronger their physique, the stronger their muscles, and the stronger their strength. There were no exceptions. Only he was different. He had a strong physique, but when he used his full strength, he could exceed the limit.
*****
"Bang!!!"
After a dull thud, Garon sent the 180-pound sandbag flying with a punch. It swayed across the passing line.
His upper body was bare, and his white, firm muscles wriggled slightly on his body. He didn't wear any gloves, so he punched with his bare hands. At night, there was no one else in the testing room. He was the only one there.
"It's only been two weeks, and now my full strength can easily reach 180 pounds. The combination of White Cloud Secret Arts and explosive techniques is indeed powerful. "
Garon grabbed a towel and wiped the sweat off his face.
"White Cloud Secret Arts is indeed a secret art. It's the foundation of all martial arts in the White Cloud Dojo. From the beginning until now, the students in the same batch as me have been left far behind. The starting point and growth speed of an intermediate secret art is much faster than others. Plus, the first time I used the secret art was the best, I just happened to level up the secret art. Phew … I probably won't be able to get such good results in the future. I can actually reach a level of 0.5 with the medicinal fragrance from that day. "
When he first started learning the secret art, the scroll that the old man took out that day had a faint medicinal fragrance. It was able to complement the fragrance of the fire in the fireplace and intensify the secret of the secret art.
He once again assumed the White Cloud Secret Art's posture. A cold air slowly spread from his chest to his limbs. All the muscles in his body pulsed as if they were synchronizing with his heartbeat.
The first time the secret art was used, the adjustment to the body was the greatest, and the improvement was the highest. Garon had just adjusted that day, and his strength hadn't been fully developed yet, but he could easily reach 120 pounds. Not to mention that his strength had increased again. He could basically use all the strength that his body had gained.
It wasn't difficult for him to easily break through 180 pounds.
Standing on the secret art pole, Garon focused his attention on the skill pane again.
"The Explosive Fist Arts in the dojo can be considered a real combat technique. It's not those fancy training techniques. As long as I can master the Explosive Fist Arts, I can start the rank test. With rank, I can become an instructor in the dojo and get a higher salary … Then, I can continue to collect jewelry that contains potential. "
Garon calculated in his mind. He made up his mind and set his gaze on the Explosive Fist Arts.
"This is it!"
As he focused his gaze, a cold air rushed out of his mind and entered the Explosive Fist Arts' position. The 'Uninitiated' behind it finally jumped and suddenly became 'Elementary'.
Suddenly, Garon felt his body tighten. It was as if some kind of numbing liquid was secreting from his body, slowly seeping out of his skin and covering the surface of his skin.
"Boom!!"
There was a loud explosion in his mind.
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