Garen paused for a moment, and the passengers around him started laughing loudly. One of the men with a big belly was the most exaggerated. He patted his belly and drank a can of beer.
"Your mom is so strong." He patted Garon's shoulder.
Garon stared at him speechlessly, then carried his luggage and walked to his carriage. The train was very spacious, and there was no crowded situation. The air conditioner was on, and it was a little cold. The cold air blew past his ankles, and he could faintly smell the faint smell of feet.
Garon quickly found his seat according to the ticket. Unfortunately, a bald middle-aged man took off his shoes and was sleeping soundly on the seat they were sitting in.
Garon put the luggage on the opposite side of the carriage, and glanced at the man. He had a fierce face, and his arms were bulging. He looked quite strong.
He patted the man's pants, but there was no reaction.
"Sit with me." There was a father and daughter sitting opposite them. It seemed like the father was sending his daughter to college. The daughter was about 18 or 19 years old, and she was very timid. The father was wearing a blue uniform, and it was unknown what kind of work he did. His hair was a little white, and he looked quite kind.
He smiled at Garon, and squeezed his daughter inside.
"Sit with me. He'll be fine when he wakes up."
"No need." Garon returned a friendly smile.
He reached out and patted the middle-aged man's calf with more force.
"What!?" The man squinted his eyes and finally woke up, glancing at Garen.
"You're occupying my seat. Can you get up?" Garon asked kindly.
"Can't I sit opposite you?" The bald man asked a little angrily.
"There's already someone on the opposite side." Garon shook his head. "Can you please get up?"
"Let me sleep a little longer. I'll let you go later." The bald man was dissatisfied. "Little guy, you're still young. You have to learn to understand adults like us."
Garon was speechless. This time, he noticed that behind the bald man's seat, there were two of his companions. They were wearing tight black singlets, and their muscles were bulging. There was also a dark green snake tattoo on their arms.
The two men, one bald and the other with a buzz cut, were looking at him up and down.
"Come, come, come. Sit here for a while." Seeing that the atmosphere was a little strange, the father with his daughter hurriedly pulled Garon over to his seat.
"Since we're outside, let's be considerate of each other." He smiled kindly at the sleeping baldy, and the two brawny men turned their heads back to continue their conversation.
"Thank you, big brother, but I still prefer my own seat." Garon suddenly laughed and broke free from the other's grip.
He reached for the bald man's collar.
"How dare you!"
The two brawny men on the side stood up. One of them raised his eyebrows and grabbed Garon's shoulder.
Bang bang!!
After two consecutive kicks, before the two burly men could figure out what was going on, they felt a sharp pain in their stomachs as soon as they got out of their seats.
"Why won't you listen to me? Only when you know the pain will you regret it. " Garon grabbed the bald man's collar and punched him in the stomach. The speed was so fast that the bald man didn't even have time to react before he was thrown to the side of the two brawny men.
The three of them curled up on the ground and groaned in pain. They were like shrimps that had just been picked up. They couldn't even straighten their backs.
He didn't want to spend too much effort on these small fries. Seeing the father and daughter swallowing their saliva in fear, he smiled brightly at the two of them.
The beautiful smile immediately diluted the fierceness of the previous attack.
Soon, two car policemen came over and asked a few simple questions. Garon went up and slipped a few tickets to the leader. Thus, the three brawny men who were kneeling on the ground and groaning were quickly dragged away.
The whole car was originally quite quiet. At this time, when they saw Garon, a delicate and beautiful young man, take care of the three brawny men in a few moves, most of the people's attention was immediately attracted. They quietly sized up Garon, and the originally quiet car became even quieter.
The father and daughter sitting opposite him were even more curious.
"Child, those three people might have accomplices. You must be careful when you get off the car." The white-haired man worriedly reminded.
"It's okay. I've dealt with this kind of thing many times." Garon grinned, revealing his white teeth. In his previous two lives, there were at least eight thousand, if not ten thousand, living creatures that died in his hands. Especially when he was farming for potential points in the Totem World, his hands were stained with blood.
As for those three small fries, naturally, he didn't care at all.
For some reason, when the father and daughter saw his white teeth, they couldn't help but shiver. They didn't mention the three anymore.
For a moment, both sides stopped talking. Garon sat by the window. This was his favorite seat. It wasn't originally his seat, but the bald man's. However, that guy couldn't sit there now, so naturally, he gave it to him.
As for whether the three brawny men would come back to cause trouble for him, that was naturally impossible.
Garon casually touched their injuries. They would be in pain for at least two hours, until their whole body was powerless. This kind of lesson was enough to make them retreat.
The train moved forward with a clacking sound.
Garon placed one hand on the window sill, and took out his own CD player with the other. He put in a song and played it on loop.
A soft and gentle female voice rang in his ears. The singing was so close, it was as if she was singing quietly beside him.
Garon's fingers tapped lightly on the table. He didn't make any sound. He just tapped lightly with his fingers.
The girl opposite him looked at him curiously. Her eyes were a little embarrassed, and she avoided his gaze. However, it was obvious that she was curious. The girl didn't look very good. She had short black hair, wore a dark blue shirt and black trousers. She didn't look like she was dressed up, and she even wore a pair of glasses.
Garon smiled at her. The girl's face immediately turned red, and she lowered her head, not daring to look at him again.
The time on the train passed quickly. When he had nothing to do, Garon took out a novel from his luggage and slowly read it.
He originally wanted to buy a sleeper ticket, but unfortunately, the sleeper tickets were already sold out. It was during the time when students from all over the country went to university, so sleeper tickets were unusually hard to buy. He wasn't some spoiled young master, so Garon was too lazy to extend the time, and directly bought a normal seat.
From Feinan to White Card City, it would take about eight hours, and it would be dawn by the time he arrived.
Garon calculated the time. He could go directly to the airport to catch the plane when he reached the station, so he didn't sleep.
Sitting in the carriage, he carefully observed the flow of people getting on and off the train from time to time.
What surprised him was that after looking at hundreds of people, none of them were related to the existence of Vampires or other supernatural powers. They were all ordinary people.
This made him realize how rare the Blood Breeds were in the human world.
As for the witches, he couldn't identify their aura at all. When they didn't use their powers, they were exactly the same as ordinary people, living their daily lives, working, and studying.
There was no existence worth paying attention to, so Garon focused on reading his novel. It was rare for him to have such leisure time. Whether it was the Secret Technique World or the Totem World, he was constantly facing challenges and moving forward, not relaxing for a moment. But here, he couldn't practice Secret Techniques excessively. He could only do whatever he wanted in the rest of the time, so he had a lot of free time.
When he was bored, he also thought about the conflict between the Arisa sisters and the Primary Colors. Ever since the bald mercenary came, he didn't know what method he used, but in any case, the information about the sisters was covered up, and there weren't any new mercenaries or assassins that came to kill them for several years.
But as Isaros' sister Arisa grew up, Garon felt more and more of a strange aura from her than her sister's. It was an aura that seemed to belong to the history of the planet.
He had a premonition that perhaps Arisa was the key person.
But this was none of his business for the time being. What he needed to do now was to go to university, and then collect more things like the Black Wood Cross outside.
The bald couple had already left the Primary Colors and formed their own mercenary group. All the members were elites who practiced the Shooting Shadow Secret Technique with Garon's approval.
They were already elites, but after obtaining the Shooting Shadow, they were like tigers that had grown wings. They were comparable to those high level special talents.
Recently, they had begun to stand out in the circle of special talents, and even received a resounding nickname, Nighthawks.
They were all elite snipers, and with the help of the secret technique, they had all become the most elite assassins. They had achieved remarkable results in the African battlefield last year, and became the third ranked Headhunting Mercenary Group. They could be considered to have squeezed into the circle of top mercenaries.
Garon gradually improved the effects of the Shooting Shadow, and the side effects were greatly reduced. But the improved version was only in his hands, and he didn't release it directly.
Although this thing was just an ordinary plaything to him personally, it was still something he could do casually.
But to others, it was the best killing technique.
As a creator, he had to be as clear as possible about the value of the resources in his hands in the eyes of others, and use the least cost to obtain the greatest value. This had always been Garon's basic principle.
After all, people weren't always in a state of abundance. If he cultivated this good habit, there would always be opportunities to use it in the future.
Sorting out all his thoughts along the way, Garon also observed the crowd on the side. In the end, he still didn't see a single vampire or vampire hiding among the humans. Obviously, the ratio was abnormally small.
Time passed quickly, and eight hours passed in the blink of an eye. The father and daughter were still watching movies with their mp4 when they finally arrived at the White Card City platform.
Garon took off his earplugs, put away the CD player that only had a little bit of battery left, and smiled at the two people opposite him. Garon then took his big bag from the luggage rack and arrived at White Card City without a hitch.
In the wee hours of the morning.
When he got off the train, a gust of cold air hit him in the face.
The station was empty, and only the passengers who had just gotten off the train carried their luggage to the underground passage. He could vaguely hear the whine of another train in the distance.
Garon exhaled, and a clear white mist came out of his mouth.
He carried his big bag and walked calmly to the underground passage.
The ground was covered in snow white cement, the walls were lit up with billboards, and a gentle female voice was announcing the arrival of the train.
Everything was unusually simple, as if after leaving Grano, the outside world was completely normal without any abnormalities.
There were no vampires, no witches, and no supernatural powers. It was just an ordinary world.
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