Garon sat motionless on the chair as the hot and cold air continued to circulate in his body.
It was not that he did not want to move, but that he could not. The hot and cold air continued to circulate, and every minute it circulated, it would grow by a layer. In less than ten minutes, the hot and cold air had grown to cover his entire body, and he could not even tell if it was circulating or flowing.
Garon sat on the chair, the muscles all over his body alternating between red and white. When they were red, they were like scalded prawns that had been peeled and boiled. When they were white, they were like a weak patient who had just recovered from a serious illness.
After an unknown amount of time, there was a loud bang.
Garon opened his eyes abruptly. His eyes were extremely clear, like a black pearl embedded in a top-grade red jade.
Hiss …
He took a deep breath, and the entire room was filled with the sound of wind. Even the clothes hanging on the wooden rack at the side were slowly blown away. The clothes were four meters away, and they weren't even facing Garen's position, but they were still being blown by the wind caused by the inhalation. It was simply unbelievable.
Opening his eyes, Garon slowly raised his arm. His right arm was like a robot, slowly and painstakingly lifted from the armrest of the chair.
Crack crack … A series of bone cracking sounds came from his hand.
Then the rest of his body, left arm, legs, chest, abdomen, and neck. As Garon slowly stood up, his entire body made a series of cracking sounds.
'This is the result of my superpower increasing too much in an instant, causing my physical fitness to increase too much. The resulting change. If it were those experts who trained hard for a long time, there would not be such an exaggerated effect. '
He did not know how strong he was. Even his senior sister and teacher had only reached the third level of the White Cloud Secret Arts, but he had used his attribute points to push it to the fourth level.
This was a realm that no one had reached before.
'Although my strength is strong now, my body has not adapted to it yet. The increase in strength this time is too big, and it will take a long time for me to fully grasp it. Otherwise, I might accidentally kill someone like last time. 'Garon's mind turned, and he immediately understood his current situation.
'Moreover, my physical fitness is only strong now, but my combat skills are still far from being good enough. Unfortunately, if only I could increase my attribute points by a large amount, I could save a lot of proficiency points and improve my combat skills. '
Shaking his head, Garon pulled the clothes on the rack. He did not pay attention to his strength, and it was the same as before.
Rip!
The clothes were torn into two.
He looked at it in shock. A corner of the clothes was slightly caught by a protruding nail on the rack. If it was a normal person pulling, they would immediately stop when they felt resistance.
But he couldn't. His strength was too great, and that little bit of resistance was completely negligible to him.
'As expected.
Shaking his head, he walked out of the room with his upper body.
As soon as he came out of the room, he saw a group of youths in yellow Daoist robes standing in the hall. There were both males and females among them. They were led by a young female instructor, coach, they were whispering to each other.
Two staff members to greet to the side.
A person stood up from a chair leaning against the wall beside Garen. She was dressed in a white blouse and a tight black skirt, but she was a beautiful woman with a cold temperament. The woman's eyes were dark red, and her dark brown hair was combed to one side. Her skin was fair and translucent, and her eyes were slightly squinted. She stood beside Garon and took his clothes.
"They are the second batch of new students to visit the main dojo this month. Why is your clothes torn?"
She was Ge Reese. After accompanying Garon for a month, she had practiced Vital Strike, and her internal organs had been severely damaged. It was not easy for her to recover, but the company knew about her dispute with the White Cloud Dojo. Perhaps it was the company's arrangement, or perhaps it was her own will, but she was now staying by Garon's side to help him deal with his daily life and other matters.
"I accidentally tore it. How's your body?" Garon asked casually. "Although I tried to be gentle during the training, your internal organs were still damaged. Even if you recuperated for a month, it would not be easy for you to recover. "
"With the secret medicine from the dojo, I'm much better now. This result is already better than expected. You don't have to worry. "
The two talked as they walked. They walked past the new students in the hall and headed towards the practice hall on the second floor.
"You're more or less a part of the dojo now. Are you still taking care of the company's affairs?"
"Not anymore. The company gave me the task of taking care of your daily life. Actually, the company has basically given up on me as an apology for what happened last time. " Ge Reese smiled bitterly, "Dojo Master Fei is out. Now the main dojo is managed by your senior, Rosetta. She's currently training in the secret room. I don't know when she'll come out."
Garon nodded, "As long as nothing major happens in the dojo, the external instructors will take care of it. The management staff we hired will also be able to take care of it. Don't worry about us. You have more connections than me. Is there any progress on Detective Dale Quicksilver's case? "
"I'm not sure about that, but I heard that Detective Quicksilver went to the Dolphin Antique Shop you mentioned a few days ago. I don't know what happened, but I couldn't get any information even after asking around a few times. You know that my connections are actually from my old company. Plus, I don't have much money now, so some connections can't be opened. "
Ge Reese frowned slightly.
"If you want to be well-informed, perhaps you can ask your Senior Brothers and Sisters. They each have their own channels. It's much better than us who are in the dark."
"I'll see," Garon took a Bai Mao towel from a girl and wiped the sweat off his body.
He rested in the practice hall and ate lunch. Since it was the weekend, Garon asked Ge Reese to drive him to Pennington Road. He got off the car and went straight to the Dolphin Antique Shop.
The antique shop had been replaced with a black cloth covering the tables and chairs. It was no longer red like before.
The old man was still sitting in front of the bookshelf. He was wearing a pair of reading glasses and carefully adjusting a brass pocket watch in his hand. When he saw Garon enter, he only glanced at him and didn't even raise his head.
"A new batch just arrived. Do you want to take a look?"
Garon glanced around the shop. Other than him, there was another customer. It was an old lady with white hair. She was dressed elegantly, and it was obvious that she didn't come from an ordinary family.
The old lady was holding a black necklace and carefully examining it. She seemed to be in a trance.
"Old man, where did you find this pocket watch? It looks like an authentic Bouvier. "He walked in front of the old man and pulled out a chair to sit down.
"What do you mean by 'looks like an authentic'? This is an authentic one! " The old man glared at him. "This is an antique pawned by the old lady. I'm checking to see if the structure is authentic."
"You pawn?" Garon was speechless. "By the way, Dale Quicksilver came again last time, right? Is there any progress on the case? "
He already had the medal in his hands, but he didn't dare to tell the old man. This time, he came to ask the old man about Dale Quicksilver's situation.
After all, the medal was inextricably linked to the company behind Ge Reese. Dale Quicksilver's investigation might lead to him one day.
Also, during this period of communication with the old man, he felt that Dale Quicksilver's actions were a bit strange.
"He's still chasing after the Golden Hoop. Anyway, I've gotten over it. The loss wasn't that big. The Golden Hoop isn't an ordinary thief, he's a powerful killer! Mr. Dale Quicksilver has been chasing him for a year or two. It's not that easy. "Old Man Gregor put down the pocket watch and wiped his spectacles with a cloth.
Garon's eyes flashed slightly. "Last time, you said that Detective Dale is interested in troublesome antiques like me. What's going on?"
"I'm not sure. Anyway, the antiques I just received were all taken by him. He sold them for twice the profit. This is a good business! "The old man looked proud.
"The ones who entered this time were taken away by him again?" Garen frowned. This wasn't the first time.
"What? You want them? "The old man glanced at him." Give me the money. Let me tell you, not just me, but the entire Huaishan City, ever since Dale Quicksilver came over, all the antiques that could be bought and sold were collected by him. He's an avid collector. I heard that Dale Quicksilver's grandfather used to be an earl, so he doesn't lack money. "
"So he collected a lot of antiques?" Garon's eyes lit up. "To be honest, I'm interested in these strange and dangerous antiques. They're the most exciting."
With a smack, the old man slapped Garen's head hard.
"Exciting my ass. How old are you? You don't even have any income and you want to learn how to collect antiques. You're a wastrel!"
Garen wasn't angry, he just chuckled. "Oh yeah, where's the book? Did you get it back from your friend? Can you let me have a look? "
"I've said it many times. It's useless. It's the same no matter how many times you read it." The old man waved his hand impatiently. "Okay, hurry up and do your own thing."
"It's not like it's gone. Old man, you're still so stingy." Garon shook his head.
The two of them laughed and chatted for a while before Garen got up and left.
Not long after, Old Man Gregor stood up, walked to the door, and gently closed it.
The old woman turned around and put down the necklace in her hand. She looked at Old Man Gregor with a complicated expression.
"I haven't seen you for many years. You've become an ordinary person."
The old man smiled and didn't refute.
"This is fate. This is the choice I made. I planted the seed and I bear the consequences."
"How long do you plan to stay here?"
"How long? Wait until they find me again. " The old man sighed and replied in a low voice, "Chasing and escaping like this for so many years …"
"Are you really willing to live like this every day?" The old woman asked calmly. "We're already in this circle. It's impossible for you to escape. They've already found you. "
"Are you trying to scare me?" The old man's face darkened.
"I'm just here to give you a reminder. They won't let go of anyone who's been in contact with you, including that kid."
"He's just an ordinary person. Don't drag him into this!" The old man's face was solemn. His eyes no longer had the usual cheeky smile. Instead, they were gloomy and sharp.
"It's useless for you to say that to me." The old woman walked over and sat where Garon had been sitting. "He's also read the book, right? You don't have to explain. I heard it. That kid really looks like you when you were young. Really similar … "
She quietly looked at the old man with watery eyes.
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