A few days later …
The starry sky was vast and boundless, Garon had never felt this way before.
"Ever since that battle, you've been especially fond of looking at the stars at night, is there anything special about it?"
Golden Hoop Number Eight walked out from the corner of the yard in a black cloak. His face was still pale, but the way he looked at Garon was unusually complicated.
"Something special?" Garon smiled, "I just feel how small I am."
The two of them were standing in a suburban yard arranged by the Golden Hoop, surrounded by all kinds of flowers and plants, red and green were especially eye-catching.
"Small … After the battle a few days ago, you were already known as the strongest fighter in the Southern Secret Martial Arts world! You're second only to Palosa, if you think you're small, then the others really don't know how to judge themselves. "Golden Hoop Number Eight sighed.
"What's your plan after this?"
"How are the others?" Garon asked.
"Not bad, just a little absent-minded, I found a few psychologists to check, they said it was due to excessive shock. Oh right, they really want to see you. "
"See me?" Garen smiled. Ever since that day when he suddenly comprehended the indomitable spirit state, he could clearly feel that his essence, energy, and spirit had begun to completely integrate into one, flowing endlessly. His body's agility and the sharpness of his five senses had reached an unprecedented and terrifying level.
Just like now, he could even feel Golden Hoop Number Eight's heartbeat, blood flow, and hear the hissing sound of his blood rubbing against the blood vessels.
When a normal person's spirit was concentrated, it would form the so-called attention, they could only focus on one point, and after a while, they would be exhausted. Then, they could only wait for their blood to circulate and slowly recover.
But now, his Essence, Qi, and Spirit were all in one, his spirit was endless, his blood was strong and stable, and his attention to his surroundings was like a normal person's.
Everything within a five-meter radius was completely exposed in his mind.
"Why do they want to see me?"
He recalled the day when Garon arranged for the Golden Hoop soldiers to take him away without any resistance.
Senior Sister Rosetta, Behemoth Gate's Angela, and Black Mark Association's King of Fist Leo. Other than these three, there were also some surviving Behemoth Gate's Black Mark Association subordinates. A total of fifty-four people.
Half of them were too frightened after the battle. It seemed that Garon's enormous spirit had caused them to lose their minds. They had already been sent to the nearby mental hospital for examination. The other half was now obediently staying in prison, answering all questions. Their psychological defenses had been completely destroyed by the fight that day.
"I don't know. Their spirits have been crushed by you. Anything that involves you, they will involuntarily obey. In other words, he was completely beaten into submission by you. " Golden Hoop Number Eight sighed. "Now it seems that it was a wise decision for me to recommend you to the Golden Hoop."
"Black Mark Association and Behemoth Gate should be making a move right?" Garon asked softly.
"Of course, but it involves national security, so it's useless no matter who comes. The Behemoth's Gate's Black Mark Association's strength lies in their individual combat prowess. Their influence in the Confederation is incomparable to the Golden Hoop. What the Golden Hoop lacked was individual strength. Now that you're here, they have complete confidence! "Golden Hoop Number Eight laughed." We don't have to give them face. "
Garon understood that he was on the same side as him. He didn't care about offending Black Mark Association and Behemoth Gate.
The strength of these two giants wasn't limited to this. It was obvious that the Golden Hoop was also planning to gamble on him.
"Oh right, where's Clark?" Garon recalled the Crimson Sand Sword's top level Grandmaster of Combat who was hit by his palm.
"We just found his body. I'm here mainly to inform you. Do you want to take a look? "
"Of course."
Garon followed Golden Hoop Number Eight into the inner room. They entered a study room on the side. There was an entrance to a tunnel on the ground.
The two walked in one after the other. Bright yellow electric lights were installed on the walls.
There were two soldiers in black standing guard at intervals.
As the two walked past, the soldiers would salute in unison.
Garon calmly followed Golden Hoop Number Eight as they walked downwards. The light yellow tunnel seemed to have no end.
Soon, the two turned into a white room.
There were already two coroner in the room. Seeing the two enter, the coroner quickly saluted and retreated.
"What's the situation?"
A female coroner took off her blue gloves and brushed her brown hair. She wanted to say something but stopped.
"The body's endocrine system and blood circulation system were overly excited when he was alive. I don't know why … Sir, you should take a look for yourself."
Golden Hoop Number Eight walked to the front of the body.
Clark was lying flat on a white platform. His lower body was covered with a white cloth. His upper body was exposed. There was a Y-shaped cut from his chest to his abdomen.
Golden Hoop Number Eight put on a pair of gloves and lifted the white cloth to take a look. He then raised his head and gestured to Garon.
"Take a look for yourself."
Garon took the gloves from the coroner, put them on and walked over.
Clark's body was lying quietly on the platform. His skin wasn't as pale and bloodless as other corpses. Instead, it was strangely red.
Garon touched his forehead lightly. He frowned slightly.
"He was poisoned by my Red Jade Palm. His body was overheated. This kind of death is normal. But … "
"But what?"
"Someone tried to save him. And it was an expert. "
"Oh?"
Golden Hoop Number Eight was also interested. "What level was the expert?"
"Very strong. But it doesn't matter. The moment Clark left the courtyard, the result was already determined. "Garon's face was calm.
"Red Jade Palm, tsk tsk. It's like boiling a person's blood. His entire body was cooked." Golden Hoop Number Eight couldn't stop sighing.
The two coroner stood on the side as if they were listening to a myth.
"Sir, do you think a person has the means to control another person's endocrine system and internal thermostat system? This doesn't make sense at all! "The female coroner looked at the two in shock. Her gaze was as if she was looking at aliens.
"This person was obviously cooked by something with high heat. My suggestion is to directly take a tissue sample and examine the internal details of the cellular changes. Everything should be analyzed from the test results. "
Golden Hoop Number Eight and Garon didn't know how to explain to this obvious outsider.
To outsiders, this kind of Secret Technique was indeed equivalent to a myth.
"Everything on this guy's body was taken away. Otherwise, we might have been able to find some useful Secret Technique information." Golden Hoop Number Eight said regretfully.
"Let's go to my senior." Garon turned and walked towards the door. Third Senior came with him. Before the operation, he didn't let Third Senior participate. He didn't even give him any information. After everything was over, he sent someone to inform Garcia.
Although Garcia was extremely angry, he knew that Garon was doing this for his own good. He came later and stayed here to watch over Rosetta and the others.
After leaving the morgue, the two of them washed their hands and continued to walk down the tunnel.
Not long after, they arrived in front of a row of sealed prison tunnels.
On both sides of the tunnel were sealed prisons. Some of them were empty, while others were locked up with mortals.
The walls had a smoky grayish-black color. The floor was also dirty, with thin blood scabs scattered here and there. A few prison guards were patrolling back and forth with pistols on their waists and batons in their hands.
The prison tunnel was very long. The two of them walked straight in. The Warden, who had rushed over, followed them closely and explained the situation.
"The prisoners here were all brought in a few days ago. Among them, the chief prisoners were specially ordered to have their scapulas pierced and put on the strongest steel shackles. There shouldn't be any problems!"
He jogged to follow them while holding a bunch of keys in his hand, ready to open the door for the two leaders at any time. As a small leader of the Golden Hoop Number Eight, he had good eyesight. Although the young man brought by the chief didn't wear a Golden Hoop Number Eight to show his position, he could still feel the silent pressure. Some of the old prisoners who were usually shouting and cursing on the streets didn't dare to make a sound. He knew that this person was definitely a big shot, a ruthless character!
"The prisoners here are arranged according to their strength and importance. The deeper you go, the more important you are." The Warden explained carefully.
"Go to the most heavy-duty prison." Golden Hoop Number Eight said calmly.
"Yes, yes, yes!"
The Warden, a skinny middle-aged man, bowed repeatedly. He held the keys and immediately began to instruct the prison guards to open the front door. The steel doors were opened layer by layer.
Garon followed the crowd into the deepest part of the prison.
The smell of blood was getting stronger. As more and more steel doors were opened, the prison on both sides was getting bigger and bigger. The metal bars were getting thicker and thicker.
Some of the prisoners on both sides of the prison were hiding in the corners. They all had bloodshot eyes and looked thin and weak. However, the violent and powerful aura coming from their bodies constantly attacked from both sides.
From time to time, there were people laughing and whistling.
"Little Jack? Bringing a newcomer in to sell his ass again? It's not easy ~ ~ "A brawny man with disheveled hair on the left laughed evilly.
"This time, we brought a little guy with soft skin and tender flesh. He looks like he's just 20 years old." A bearded man stood up and took off his pants in front of them, intending to pee just like that.
Boom!!
Garon's eyes flashed fiercely. He suddenly stretched out one hand and pressed on the arm-thick metal bar like a black python.
Crack!!
The metal bar broke and flew inwards, smashing into the prisoner's chest. It pierced through his chest and nailed him to the wall behind him.
The man didn't even make a sound before he stopped breathing.
Gulp …
The prison was quiet. The Warden swallowed his saliva with his face covered in cold sweat.
The surrounding prisoners didn't dare to make a scene anymore. They were all like frightened beasts. They all shrunk into the shadows of the prison. The prison that was originally noisy suddenly became silent.
Garon retracted his left hand. The metal bars of the prison just now were broken by him. Even the metal door of this single cell was loosened.
"Continue."
"Yes … Yes, yes!!" The Warden unconsciously distanced himself from Garon and moved closer to the Eighth Hoop. The scene just now made him feel closer to Garon. He had goosebumps all over his body.
"Too perverted!! Too perverted!!! " He kept muttering to himself as he led the way. He stole glances at Garon from time to time, paying attention to Garon's expression. He was afraid that he would accidentally provoke him.
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