The violent force brought about a gust of wind. Before the hand even reached, the strong pressure had already squeezed Number 101 to the point of stagnation.
Garon's right arm seemed to have lengthened in an instant. It swelled up and grabbed like a mace.
Swoosh!
The claw swiped across the side of Number 101's face.
Number 101 snorted coldly. He sidestepped and easily avoided the claw.
"Attack at this speed, are you kidding me?"
Garon slowly retracted his hand. His arm returned to its original state. He stood on the spot and looked behind Number 101 calmly.
At the edge of the embankment, the man with the knife fell to the ground with a thud. Blood slowly flowed out of his head. A book-shaped pendant slipped onto his clothes.
"You bastard …!!" Number 101's face darkened. He retracted his gaze. "Looks like I have no choice but to break the rules this time …"
He yanked his windbreaker and flung it far away, revealing the tight black leather vest underneath. The streamlined lines of his muscles were on full display.
One hand was placed diagonally in front of him. The other hand was facing outwards. He bent his body. He adopted a strange fighting stance.
"Oh? You practice martial arts too? "Garon looked at the opponent's stance. He was surprised. He noticed that the opponent's right hand blade seemed to have a different color from normal skin. It was a faint rusty red.
Bang bang!!
Suddenly, two gunshots came from the street next door. It was unusually ear-piercing in the quiet street at night.
Number 101 heard the gunshots and looked to the right. His expression changed and he quickly changed his stance.
"There's a change in the situation! Everyone retreat!! "
The brawny men surrounding Garon also seemed to become nervous. They quickly put away their knives and other weapons and ran to the street next door. They quickly disappeared into the alley leading to the next block.
Number 101 gave Garon one last cold look.
"I'll come back for you."
He tiptoed, picked up his windbreaker and left. His figure quickly disappeared into the alley. Like a gray bat that disappeared into the shadows.
Garon frowned as he watched the group disappear into the alley. The muscles on his body slowly relaxed.
"Too bad I'm too slow. Otherwise, I might have a chance to keep this person here."
He pulled his collar and quickly walked to the edge of the embankment.
Slap.
He grabbed Ge Reese's right hand and lifted her up slowly. Then, he slowly placed her on the ground.
"Are you alright?"
"I'm fine. Fortunately, you scared those people just now. Otherwise, it would be really troublesome this time." Ge Reese was still in shock. He glanced at the dead man with golden hoops on the ground.
"The Golden Hoop actually dared to attack me, a senior member of the company! Sir Garon, please forgive me for taking my leave. I have to return to the company and report this matter to the headquarters immediately! "Ge Reese's expression gradually turned cold.
"Although we, Manuyllton, are not as powerful as the Golden Hoop, we are not to be trifled with either!"
"Okay, go ahead." Garon nodded. "I still have to go next door to see what's going on. Something happened just now and they were all drawn away. Pay attention to your own safety. It's best if you deploy more people to protect yourself. Where's your gun? "
Ge Reese's face turned red. "I didn't have time to take it out before I was ambushed and caught from behind …"
"Be careful. I'll go take a look first." Garon couldn't help but laugh. "Where's the fierceness you had when you first met me?" He stroked Ge Reese's hair and rubbed her like a child. After picking up the pendant, Garon turned and walked towards the small alley from before.
He was already more than 1.7 meters tall, and this was under the condition that he didn't change. He was slightly taller than Ge Reese. This action seemed to be very natural, causing people to completely overlook his current age.
Ge Reese stood in place, gritting her teeth and blushing slightly.
"I told you not to treat me like a child!" She quickly got into the car and took out a pistol from her handbag. Then, she started the car and drove towards the company.
*****
Garon walked along the small alley and soon heard the sound of fists hitting flesh. The punches were accompanied by groans and painful cries.
"Catch him and don't let him escape!!" "Garo fainted! Damn it! This guy's punches are so heavy! "" Pay attention to the gaps! Don't give him a chance! "
A group of men shouted one after another. It seemed like they were besieging someone.
Garon stood in the shadows at the entrance of the alley and looked out.
On the dirty muddy street, a group of men from the Golden Hoop Organization were surrounding two skinny teenagers. Number 101 was standing at one side of the periphery, staring at the scene with a cold expression. At the same time, he seemed to be vigilant of the movements around him.
There were already three or four adult men lying on the ground. They seemed to have fainted after being hit in the face.
Garon glanced at the injuries of these injured people and suddenly exclaimed softly.
"This kind of strength is already comparable to the strength I used to kill people for the first time! Could it be that these people were all beaten up by these two kids? "
His gaze immediately fell on the two teenagers in the field.
The two of them were a boy and a girl. The boy was handsome and the girl was pure. They looked to be about 15 or 16 years old, the same age as Garon. However, the look in their eyes showed that this wasn't the first time they had encountered such a dangerous situation.
The two of them wore white sportswear and stood back to back, assuming a standard boxing posture.
"My dad will come and save us soon!" The boy gritted his teeth and said, "He won't let you go!"
"Don't talk too much. Save your energy!" The girl whispered. There was actually a black pistol at her waist.
Number 101 sneered and quickly walked forward.
"I'll do it. You guys surround them and don't let them escape. This kid is the White Eagle's son. It wasn't easy to catch him. We can't let him go to waste."
He walked into the circle and stood still. One of his hands was held vertically, the other palm facing outwards. His body was slightly bent, and he assumed the fighting posture from before.
Garon vaguely noticed that the knife in his right hand seemed to be redder than before. It was as if blood was congested and could overflow at any time.
"Kid, you actually dare to fight with me. You're courting death! Don't blame me if you're crippled. "
"Cut the crap! Do it! "
The boy straightened his body and interrupted his opponent.
Before he could finish his sentence, there was a 'chi' sound.
A red shadow slashed across his chest, and his white sportswear was silently torn open. His wheat-colored skin was cut open, and blood slowly seeped out.
The red shadow disappeared in a flash and returned to Number 101's right hand knife.
The boy's face turned pale. When the red shadow slashed across, he quickly exhaled and pulled in his chest. If he had been a little slower, his chest would have been cut open. However, because he exhaled too quickly and too fiercely, he couldn't breathe properly and his lungs were in pain.
"Silvica! Are you okay? "The girl hurriedly asked," Be careful! He's trained in Red Hand Boxing! "
"I'm fine. I dodged it!" The boy Silvica coughed twice and replied. His eyes were still fixed on Number 101.
"You've dragged it out long enough." Number 101 returned to his previous stance. "I was just giving you a warning. Now, I'm going to break your right arm." His black eyes were getting colder and colder. There was a hint of murderous intent.
Chi chi chi!
Three light sounds were heard. The boy Silvica fell back and dodged two of the hand knives. However, the third knife cut open a wound on his right shirt. Red blood quickly flowed out of the white sportswear.
"You dodged pretty well! Again! "Number 101 was a little angry." Die!! "
His right hand shook violently and slashed at the boy's limbs like a machete. He slashed four times in two seconds.
Every slash was extremely fast. Only a red shadow could be seen.
Both of them retreated.
Chi!
A stone street lamp was scraped. With a 'pa' sound, it was chopped into pieces. It was like a real machete had chopped through the cement used for the street lamp.
Another series of light sounds were heard. The boy's right leg was cut open because he couldn't dodge in time. This caused his right leg to bend and he couldn't stand up straight.
"Silvica!" The girl anxiously called out.
Garon stood at the entrance of the alley. He was about to step out but stopped himself.
"White Eagle? Could it be the guy who was with Dale Quicksilver? "
"If it's that guy, then it's a little troublesome. I can't let them see my real face."
He looked around and took a deep breath.
Bang!
He punched the wall on the right side of the alley. A bowl-sized dent appeared on the wall. Large pieces of cement splattered everywhere.
Garon reached out and grabbed a piece of cement. He rubbed it casually and it turned into white cement. He then rubbed it on his face. His face was covered in dust.
"Who's there!!" The people outside heard the commotion in the alley and shouted.
Garon slowly walked out of the alley. He looked at the changes in the alley.
In this short delay, the boy's left arm was chopped off, and he only had one leg to support his body from falling down. The girl was surrounded by the other people. The situation was bad.
Number 101 was standing with his back facing him.
Hearing the commotion behind him, Number 101 turned around and looked at Garon.
"It's you? You want to get involved in this mess too? "He didn't wait for Garon's reply and sneered. "That's fine. Today, I'll take care of you all together."
Bang!
The girl on the side was kicked in the lower abdomen and staggered a few steps back. Then, she was immediately punched in the back by someone behind her. With a plop, she knelt on the ground. Her face was pale and she was almost out of breath. The pistol on his waist had also been knocked out of his hand.
"Eve!!" The boy Silvica was half kneeling on the ground and shouted anxiously.
Number 101 turned around and walked towards Garon without even looking at the boy who had lost his ability to fight.
"You had such a good chance to escape. Should I call you stupid or an idiot? I don't know why the higher-ups value you so much. "He pointed at the boy and girl who were being beaten up." Do you see that? This is the consequence of going against the Golden Hoop. Even if it's the son of the White Eagle and the daughter of Dale Quicksilver, they can only be slaughtered by us. "
Garen shook his shoulders, and his whole body let out a series of crisp bone-cracking noises, making a series of popping noises.
"You talk too much. Just do it. As a return gift, I'll make your death easier."
"That's what I wanted to say too." As soon as Number 101 finished his sentence, he rushed towards Garon at an extremely fast speed. The moment he was in front of Garon, he brushed his feet and turned to the left to chop him with a hand chop.
Chi!
Garon felt a pain in his left arm. His clothes were torn apart. He looked at the wound and saw a faint red mark on his skin.
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