"What are you trying to say?" Garon didn't have any sadness in his eyes. Birth, aging, sickness, and death were all part of human nature. He had experienced it once in his past life, and the old man's death made him experience it again. But now, he was more at ease and calm.
Fei Baiyun clenched his hand tightly, and his whole body began to tremble violently! It was as if he had gone mad, and the bed shook slightly.
With a trembling hand, he stuffed a black wooden ring into Garen's hand.
"Master!!"
"Doctor!! Doctor!!! "
Curling and Simon panicked and immediately went out to call for a doctor.
Fei Baiyun didn't care. His last gaze was sharp and frighteningly bright, and he stared at Garon. His hand gripped Garon's hand like an iron clamp.
"Rosetta … Find her … Kill her!"
After Fei Baiyun finished his sentence, his body suddenly stopped trembling. His body arched, his eyes rolled back, and he fell back onto the bed with a thud. He was no longer breathing.
Garon gently brushed his eyes, closed them, and stood up.
"Don't worry."
He looked at his teacher, Fei Baiyun, who was lying on the bed without a heartbeat, and his heart was unexpectedly calm.
"I will avenge you."
By the time Curling and Simon found a doctor, Fei Baiyun was already dead, and there was no way to save him.
Curling and Simon fell into a moment of silence. During this time, although they took care of Fei Baiyun, Fei Baiyun also gave them a lot of advice when he was awake.
"Do you have any news about Rosetta?" Garon suddenly asked.
"Big Senior Brother's friend sent news that Big Senior Sister Rosetta was spotted at Swan Lake in Lake Shore West City a few days ago." Curling answered softly with red eyes.
"Let's go, it's time for White Cloud Gate to clean up."
Garon took the lead and strode out of the ward, his face filled with murderous intent.
Simon and Curling looked at each other and followed closely behind.
*****
The funeral of Fei Baiyun, the master of White Cloud Gate, was short and simple. Not many old people came, and only a few old boxers came. Everything else was related to Garon. Su Lin's people, representatives of the other members of the Golden Hoop, representatives of the Northern Golden Hoop, representatives of the July Group, representatives of the Circling Dance Gate, and so on.
On the day of the burial, the sky was gloomy and heavy rain poured down.
The coffin was transported to Huaishan City Cemetery for burial.
Garon was dressed in a black suit. He held an umbrella in one hand and quietly watched the burial ceremony.
The nuns from the monastery were singing a spiritual poem loudly, and the two strong men on both sides slowly lowered the coffin into the grave. Then, she put a bunch of white lilies on it.
The raindrops hit the black umbrella, making pitter-patter sounds.
Garon's face was grave and stern. With one hand in his pocket, he gently stroked the black wooden ring.
Curling and Simon stood behind him, holding umbrellas as well.
Third Senior Brother Garcia was also there. He had a guilty look on his face. No one knew when he arrived, but he didn't have any intention of holding an umbrella. He just quietly stared at the coffin.
"Third Senior Brother." Garon looked at Garcia.
Garcia nodded and took a step forward. He took a shovel from someone and walked to the edge of the grave in the rain.
Crack!
The shovel scooped up the first shovel of soil and gently sprinkled it on the coffin.
Garon noticed that Garcia's left arm was a little out of shape, as if it had been injured. He also knew that during his absence, Garcia ignored his family's objections to protect White Cloud Gate. During a confrontation, he was ambushed by Black Mark Association. His left arm was fractured and hasn't fully recovered yet.
After the first shovel of soil, the surrounding people also began to cover the coffin with large shovels of soil.
The people of White Cloud Gate watched quietly in the rain. A little further away were Bouvini's group, the management staff of the branch, the core students of the main branch, and some disciples of Simon and Curling who had just joined.
Further away were the other guests who came to pay their respects.
Garon calmly watched the coffin being covered bit by bit. His mood was getting calmer and calmer.
"The plane you requested has been arranged." The representative of the Golden Hoop walked behind Garon and said softly. "This is a public resource. Also, with your authority, you can mobilize up to fifty armed soldiers from the nearby legions, as well as firepower support below Grade C."
He handed Garon a document from behind.
"This is your identification document, please keep it well. Please use public resources wisely to strengthen your own forces. Your strength is also the strength of the entire Golden Hoop. "
The old man with an aquiline nose bowed slightly to Garon and then walked away. He gave a bouquet of white roses, bowed in front of the tombstone, and turned to leave.
Following him were the other guests. Without exception, they all comforted Garon individually.
Garon glanced at the document. It was a document clamped with crystal. On the hard shell, there was a miniature national emblem of a bird flapping its wings in the middle.
He gently opened it. It was also black inside, covered with a layer of fur.
On the left was the national emblem and a row of words: Federal Security Department.
On the right was a bust of himself and a row of serial numbers: No. 9.
After hiding it well, Garon stood aside and watched the guests come forward one by one to bow to the flowers.
Soon, it was Su Lin's turn.
She was a young, beautiful, and glamorous woman. She was dressed like a professional office lady. Her blonde hair reached her shoulders, and her figure was curvaceous.
She walked in front of Garen and reached out to shake his hand.
"The news you wanted. Rosetta is still in Swan Lake. "
"Thank you." Garon nodded softly.
"You're welcome."
*****
Swan Lake, Lake Shore West City, a few hundred kilometers away from Huai Shan.
The sun was setting in the west. The entire irregular green lake was dyed with a layer of dark gold.
There were clusters of golden reeds and weeds growing around the lake. A few white swans swam slowly on the surface of the water.
On the shore of the lake, on a muddy riverbank that extended into the lake, a man and a woman in police uniform squatted by the water and drank it in big gulps. Their faces were so dirty that it was almost impossible to see their faces.
Not far behind them in the forest, there were two figures in black cloaks. There was a white arc embroidered on the back of their cloaks.
"How do we calculate this mission?" A woman's voice came from the cloak.
"We'll split it in half. After another mission, I'll get what I want." The other person was a man with a low voice. "Of course, if you agree to be my woman, I can give you half of mine."
"This is Lake Shore West City, your old nest. If the people from Crimson Sand Sword know about this, you'll be chased back." The woman sneered.
"They can't keep me. You should worry more about yourself. The White Cloud Gate is not far from here. Sky Warrior Garon, tsk tsk, what a big name. "The man did not back down. "Maybe you'll agree to my condition, help you once and stay with me for a night."
"Hmph." The woman did not say anything else. "Is the thing in their hands?"
"Maybe they're going to get it."
"As long as the people from Immortal Palace don't interfere, the others have already been arranged. No one is willing to stop us for them. "The woman whispered. "Follow them and we'll get it."
"Just kill everyone in the way." The man said calmly.
Before he finished, the two policemen in the distance seemed to have drunk enough water. They quickly got up and jogged away. Their speed was surprisingly fast. It was obvious that they were trained in martial arts.
The two black cloaks immediately followed.
*****
After Garon took care of the White Cloud Gate, his return made some of the unstable forces withdraw their claws. The pressure on Curling and the man was also reduced.
He told his family about the situation of taking over the White Cloud Gate Dojo. He was now the new owner of the White Cloud Gate. His family did not feel much change. They just felt a little strange that the youngest Garon was in charge of the dojo. They got the news late and did not attend the funeral.
But no matter what, Garon became more and more unfamiliar to them. They did not understand the significance of the White Cloud Gate, but after hearing the identities of the guests at the funeral, they gradually became silent.
The White Cloud Gate, or Garon's influence, was a little too exaggerated. It was far beyond the scope of a dojo owner.
Suddenly, they and the people on their uncle's side could not understand Garon.
Regardless, Garen's name became the hottest topic in Huaishan City after the news of his funeral was exposed. People with connections were talking about the funeral that wasn't a big event, but contained a shocking amount of energy.
Garon, who was the leader, also became famous. Even the governor began to notice and take this matter seriously. Later, he sent people to send wreaths and condolences to remedy the situation.
Through this funeral, people who were observant could see that Garon's network even covered Huaishan City. Many of the major forces in the nearby cities sent representatives.
His network covered almost half of the Galantia Province. Even the son of the powerful July Group's chairman, Rampas, personally came to mourn.
The July Group's board of directors unanimously decided to remove the old chairman from his position after the battle between Garon and Andrela. He was replaced by Rampas's father, the second elder. The July Group's reputation in the martial arts world plummeted. Fortunately, the business circle had a strong foundation and did not suffer much negative impact.
Rampas's father took the stage. Naturally, Rampas was personally involved in the White Cloud Gate. It was natural for him to come this time.
But people who did not know about the martial arts world were shocked speechless when they saw this scene.
His sister, Ying Er, worshipped Garon more and more. Shengying Academy simply listed Garon's deeds on the school's celebrity list. They even wanted to invite him to speak. But at this time, Garon was already sitting on a military plane to Lake Shore West City.
Together with him were Curling, Simon, and his third senior brother, Garcia. In addition, for this trip, other than the few core disciples that White Cloud Gate had carefully selected, Garcia was also assigned two sharpshooters. One of them, Garon even felt a trace of Yoda's temperament.
Who was Yoda? The pinnacle of spear arts in this era!
Coincidentally, he also planned to discuss the level of spear arts with these two on the plane.
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