At night, Garon, dressed in a black coat, walked slowly along the riverbank on the street by the riverbank.
The river water on the left kept hitting the riverbank, making the sound of rushing water. Mixed with the cold and damp night wind, it gave people a feeling of early winter.
Garon walked slowly with his hands in his pockets, wearing a torn shirt under his outer coat. He unbuttoned his shirt and looked down at his chest. The red scratches on his exposed skin were slowly disappearing.
He reached out and pressed on his lower abdomen, which still hurt a little.
At the corner of the street ahead, an old woman in a gray dress was pushing a cart slowly. There was a cylindrical black container on the cart, with chalk written on the outside of the container: 2 yuan milk.
A little girl in a white dress rushed to the cart, took out a bill and handed it to the old woman, then took a cup of hot milk and slowly left.
Garon tightened his clothes and felt a little cold, so he quickened his steps and walked forward.
"Give me a cup, please."
"Okay, okay." The old woman's face was full of wrinkles, and her dress was wrinkled, but she looked very neat. She took out a yellow paper cup from the cart, poured a cup of hot milk from the cylindrical container, and handed it to Garon.
After giving her 2 yuan, Garon held the paper cup with both hands and walked to a corner to block the wind. There were closed shop billboards on both sides, forming a small space to block the wind.
Garon leaned against the wall, watching the milk cart slowly wobble into the distance. From time to time, residents would run out of their houses to buy milk, stopping, walking, and stopping.
The scene of him punching Number 101 to death suddenly appeared in his mind.
"Killing again …" Garon closed his eyes, as if recalling the scene from before. "I have a talent that no one else has, which can quickly shorten the huge gap between me and others. But I also lack the process of training my will and temperament. "
"The excessive increase in power has led to the uncontrollable release of desires. Is this the fundamental problem I'm facing right now? Righteous? Demonic? " He smiled. "There is actually such a division in this era. In the era of guns, martial arts have gradually declined, changing from a killing tool to a body training. To think that there are still people who value such a difference in ideology. "
After calming himself down, he stopped thinking about this and drank a mouthful of hot milk. The steaming white steam blew on his face, and the rich aroma of the hot milk entered his nose. It was an unusually pleasant feeling.
"When I was fighting with Golden Hoop 101 just now, my speed was obviously too slow, so I couldn't keep up with my opponent's rhythm. However, my Strength and Defense were strong enough. It didn't matter how many times he hit me. I only needed to hit him once to decide the outcome. This was the advantage of being a strength-type. But in the end, it's still because my fighting skills haven't been honed to perfection. If my fighting skills had reached a certain level of perfection, I would be able to deal with all changes without moving. No matter how fast he moved, he wouldn't be able to move faster than me moving my arms and legs. When the time comes, we'll definitely be able to deal with such opponents easily. "
Garon concluded while drinking milk.
"Also, I made the right choice to strengthen my Physique and Strength. Otherwise, no matter how fast I was, the battle would be over with just one bullet. This route was much safer. It's a pity that I'm still at the basic level. I need to familiarize myself with the specific moves first. "
After finishing the milk, he crumpled the paper cup into a ball and threw it into the trash can in the shop.
"Right now, I'm purely relying on my strong Physique to fight. It'll be different once my fighting skills are honed."
Walking out of the space, Garon walked along the street toward the stone bridge in front of him. After crossing the stone bridge, he walked along the street for ten minutes straight and arrived at Blue Tree Street, where Garon's house was located.
This area was already considered the suburbs, and like Blue Tree Street, it was also part of the outer area.
Dang dang dang …
The bell in the distance began to ring again. It rang a total of ten times.
"It's already ten o 'clock?" Garon quickened his pace. Huaishan was very quiet at night. Other than the occasional horse carriage and vehicle passing by, there were almost no pedestrians on the street.
Having just escaped from a fierce battle, Garon suddenly felt very relaxed as he felt this unusual tranquility.
Walking on the street, no one knew who he was. Naturally, they wouldn't have any malicious intentions, so he didn't have to worry about feeling insecure. As long as they didn't specifically target him, the average person would be as weak as a chicken in his hands.
Walking along the street and crossing the stone bridge, on the other side of the bridge, there were a few drunkards sitting on the ground and bragging. As he passed by, he smelled a pungent smell of alcohol.
Garon touched the handrail of the stone bridge. The cold and rough gray stone clearly formed a touch in his mind. He suddenly felt a faint pain in his chest and abdomen.
He knew that the impact of the bullet had damaged the muscles in his body.
In a few moments, he tore off his torn shirt, crumpled it into a ball, and stuffed it into the trash can. He put on his coat and quickened his pace in the direction of his house.
He didn't walk far before a bright white car slowly approached him. It directly turned the corner on the street and slowly followed him.
The car window was rolled down, revealing Ge Reese's somewhat tired and cold face.
"I've already approved the specific application. Even if it's the Golden Hoop, when they come to Huaishan, they have to obey everyone's rules. No matter what, they have to give us an explanation for the attack on us. "She said softly.
Garon jogged to keep up with the speed of the car. "101 is dead," he said calmly.
"Dead?" Grace glanced at Garen and noticed his unusually calm expression, as well as the greyish-white stone powder all over his face. She immediately understood what was going on. "I understand. I'll take care of it."
"This time when I went back to the company, I received a new piece of information. The Golden Hoop actually sent people to kidnap Dale Quicksilver and the White Eagle's son and daughter. Now their whereabouts are unknown. It's obvious that they're preparing for something big. "
Garon evened out his breathing.
"I saved the two children, but unfortunately, they didn't appreciate it."
Ge Reese was stunned. She didn't expect so many things to happen while she was gone.
"Then, they didn't see your real face?" She noticed the white dust on Garon's face.
"Probably not, but since she's Dale Quicksilver's daughter, this disguise might not be able to fool her. She's a very tough girl. " Garon recalled the expression and tone of the little girl who suddenly stood up and questioned him.
"Oh right, do you know the division of the martial arts world?" he added.
"Division of the martial arts world?" Ge Reese was puzzled. "I'm not too sure about that, but I've heard that the martial arts world is divided into orthodox martial arts that strengthen the body and the mind, and non-orthodox martial arts that kill people to improve the body."
"Is that so?" Garon's eyes flashed. "Then do you know any famous examples of non-orthodox martial arts?"
"This …" Ge Reese frowned and pondered for a while. "Your master is one of them. There are a few other martial artists in the province who follow this type of philosophy. They have a significant influence on the underworld forces in the province. "
"It seems that non-orthodox martial artists are doing well. Then what about orthodox martial artists?"
"About the same. Other than not being involved with the underworld forces, they're just like the non-orthodox ones," Ge Reese was puzzled. "Didn't your seniors tell you about these things?"
Garon shook his head.
They arrived at the residential area of Blue Tree Street. Garon waved at Ge Reese.
"I'll go back first. Be careful on your way back."
"Don't worry. I've mobilized enough manpower to deal with this matter!" Ge Reese's eyes flashed with a murderous intent. "I've also taken care of the police station. This time, I'll teach the Golden Hoop an unforgettable lesson!"
Garon saw the determination in Ge Reese's eyes, but he didn't say much. As he walked into the residential area, the old guard glanced at him and continued to scribble on the paper. Nobody knew what he was drawing.
As he walked into the staircase, he could faintly hear the sound of children crying and a hoarse male voice playing from a record player.
He walked up a few steps at a time and soon arrived at the floor where he lived. The corridor was dark without any light. Garon walked to the door quietly, took out the key, and gently inserted it into the keyhole.
Click.
The door lock was twisted open. It was dark inside, and there was no sound.
Garon gently closed the door, changed his shoes, and walked into the living room. Suddenly, he saw a dark shadow sitting quietly on the sofa in the living room. It was a person.
"Ying Er? Why are you sitting here? "Garon was slightly stunned when he saw that it was his sister sitting there.
Ying Er sat on the sofa and didn't respond. Her head was lowered, and her expression couldn't be seen clearly in the dark. Only the faint light from the opposite floor shone through the window and fell beside her.
Garen noticed that his sister was wearing a black dress with a tight waist and a dark bow on her head. Underneath the dress, she was wearing thick cotton stockings. She sat on the sofa motionlessly and didn't respond.
Ever since he transmigrated, he had always cared about his sister. He knew that with Ying Er's personality, she wouldn't be in such a situation.
He sat next to his sister on the sofa.
"What's wrong? What happened today? Aren't you going to Jade Lake with your classmates tomorrow? "
Ying Er didn't respond. She only spoke softly after a long time.
"I'm not going tomorrow."
"What's going on?" Garen frowned. Home and outside were two completely different worlds for him. This small house was a safe haven where he didn't have to worry about anything. Only when he was with his sister, who didn't have any ulterior motives and treated him wholeheartedly, would he be able to completely relax.
And his sister, Ying Er, was the person he didn't want to hurt the most.
"Nothing, don't worry about it!" Ying Er turned her head away. "I'm just a little tired."
Garon smiled, reached out his hands and grabbed his sister's cheeks, and pulled hard.
"Ah … Oh, what are you doing!!" Ying Er was furious. She grabbed Garon's wrist and tried to pull it away, but she didn't have enough strength to struggle.
"Don't think so much at home! Have a good rest, and all your worries will be gone after a good night's sleep. "Garon let go of his hand." Don't forget that you still have me and your parents at home. "
"Do you want to die!!" Ying Er stood up and started punching and kicking Garon. She didn't have any pattern at all, she was just randomly hitting him. Even so, she tried to control her strength as she didn't want to hurt Garon.
"You underestimate your brother." Garen chuckled as he stood up straight and allowed her to hit him as she wished. "Are you tickling me?"
"Ah ah ah!!!" Ying Er was completely furious. "Looks like you won't know how strong I am if I don't get serious!"
Bang!
She punched Garon's face hard.
"F * ck! Don't hit my face!! "Garon was shocked and quickly dodged the second punch. He covered his head and hid in the living room.
Ying Er followed closely behind him, and the two of them ran around the living room.
After a while, Ying Er was finally tired. She stopped and sat on the sofa.
"Phew … It's only been a few months, and you've obviously gained a lot of weight. What do you eat every day? You're so sick! "She rubbed her little fist. She didn't hurt Garon, but her fist was red.
"I told you that I'm practicing martial arts. I'm an official disciple, so I'm definitely not half as good as you." Garon purposely made a proud expression.
"You … You really make me angry!" Ying Er felt her fists itching again. She took a few deep breaths and suppressed the urge to hit someone. "Oh right, you've been going out all day, what have you been doing? It's the holidays now, did you find a job outside? "
Garon sat down. "It's nothing, don't I have to run at night? I also have to train my basic skills at the dojo, so it's normal for me to come back late. "
"It's not good to come back too late." Ying Er pouted. "Also, at school, they said that you and Ai Fei …"
"I'm innocent in this matter …" Garen was extremely helpless as he began to explain the situation to his sister in detail.
The two of them sat on the sofa and chatted casually. They talked for more than two hours, and it was already past midnight.
Ying Er was still sitting on the sofa, and she didn't seem to want to go back to her room. She was actually very sleepy, and when Garon wasn't looking, she opened her mouth slightly and yawned.
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