"It's you again …"
Inside the white medical room, Doctor Ashe from Canoe Town sat beside Garon, carefully removing the brass bullet from his arm with a pair of tweezers. Then he slowly placed it on a metal plate on the table.
Ding.
The bullet rolled around on the plate, making a crisp sound.
"Tsk tsk, this bullet is bent. Luckily it pierced through something before hitting you, or else you'd be in big trouble." Doctor Ashe shook his head and laughed. "Last time you had a dislocated bone, but this time it's a gunshot wound. Did you run into bandits? "
"Yeah." Garon nodded, "If I wasn't lucky this time, I'd be dead for sure. Those bandits all had gold earrings on their ears, and they even stole my treasure. If I hadn't practiced martial arts for a while, I'm afraid I'd really be dead this time. Ugh … "
He groaned as the bullet in his abdomen was removed and tossed into the metal plate with a ding.
"These despicable bastards, the townspeople here often encounter them, and they always have to spend money to avoid trouble!" Doctor Ashe shook his head helplessly, "I think you should go to the Huaishan City police station to file a case. This case won't be solved in a day or two."
He took out an alcohol cotton ball and began to clean Garon's wound. As the alcohol was applied, Garon had to grit his teeth to endure the pain.
After cleaning the wound, Doctor Ashe took out a small brown bottle from his medical bag, unscrewed the cap, and dipped a cotton swab into the bottle. The white cotton swab was immediately soaked in a purple liquid, emitting a pungent smell like disinfectant.
Garon gritted his teeth and endured the pain as he watched Doctor Ashe slowly apply the liquid to his wound.
His face now had patches of yellow and white, and one of his eyes was big and the other small. This was caused by the makeup not being completely washed off, but at least it covered his real face.
"Oh right, Doctor Ashe, I heard that Detective Dale Quicksilver came to Canoe Town, is he still here?"
"Detective Dale …" Doctor Ashe thought for a moment, "I'm not sure, but I saw him and two other people getting on a carriage to Silversilk Castle this morning. I wonder if he's back now?"
Garon nodded and stopped talking.
Ten-odd minutes later, the wound was finally treated. After paying the consultation fee, Garon put on his wet clothes and prepared to leave.
"Wait a minute!" Dr. Ash called out to him from behind. "Are you going to leave just like that? Although it's no longer raining outside, your clothes are still wet. Didn't my painstaking treatment go to waste? "
"It's okay. I'm strong enough. I'll be fine." Garon smiled and didn't really care.
"You don't care, but I do!" Doctor Aesch grumbled as he walked into a small room at the back of the infirmary. Soon, he returned with a gray suit. "This shirt is for you. Take it back and don't let the wound get wet. I spent a lot of time and effort to bandage it. Oh right, remember to return my clothes! "
Garon smiled, took off his wet clothes, and took the gray suit.
"Thank you. I'll return your clothes in a few days."
"Let's go! Don't get caught. "Doctor Aesch waved his hand impatiently." Remember to be careful. Don't let the wound get wet. "
Garon nodded, put on his dry clothes, and strode out with his wet clothes in hand.
The sky outside was dark and he didn't know what time it was. Garon stood at the door of the doctor's courtyard and looked out. There was no sound of people around.
"Woof woof …"
A faint barking sound came from not far away. It seemed even more lonely and quiet.
The surrounding houses were all dark and there was no light at all. The faint moonlight shone down from the sky, and he could barely see the roads in the town.
Garon closed the door behind him and suddenly felt a wave of fatigue wash over him.
"I just had a fierce battle, and then I immediately ran for such a long distance. It took me more than half an hour to treat my wounds. Looks like my body can't take it anymore." He put on his gray suit and strode along the main road outside the town.
It was as if he was the only person in the dark town. The houses on both sides were like shadows. It was quiet and only his footsteps echoed slowly and rhythmically.
Splat.
He stepped into a small puddle and the dirty water splashed all over his pants.
Garon cursed under his breath and walked along the corner of the wall.
Walking slowly along the main road, Garon checked his current attribute pane.
"I still have one last attribute point. I can't use it all at once this time. I have to think carefully."
He reached out and touched the Black Jade Disk in his pocket. Streams of cool air flowed into the skin on the outside of his thigh. Although it was slow, it was good because it was continuous.
"The increase in attributes will only happen after a long period of accumulation. The most important thing is to increase the quality of my skills. My current skills … "
Garon's gaze shifted to the skill pane above the attribute pane.
He skimmed over the insignificant skills such as Basic Sword Techniques and Basic Archery. His gaze focused on a few unique skills.
White Cloud Secret Arts: Mastery (Level 4) Explosive Fist Arts: Intermediate White Cloud Combat Arts: Beginner
One of the skills of White Cloud Secret Arts had completely turned gray. It was obvious that it could not be improved anymore. Garen could be considered to have cultivated this secret method to an unprecedented level. In the dojo, only the gifted Second Senior Brother could be compared to him in terms of strength.
The Explosive Fist Arts had reached the intermediate level. It was indeed powerful. In the fight with the purple-eyed woman, he had only hit her twice. However, it was these two hits that had seriously injured her, completely ignoring her equally terrifying Body Hardening Technique. It went through the surface and hit the inside directly.
"Masters who have reached the level of Tremor are indeed powerful. They are the nemesis of a Body Hardening Technique master like me. I have to be careful in the future …" Garon was also secretly cautious.
He tried to level up the Explosive Fist Arts, but it could not be improved. It was obvious that some special conditions were needed. From the beginner level to the intermediate level, he had used the pills in the dojo and took one every day.
White Cloud Combat Arts.
Garon recalled the fight just now.
"If it wasn't for my body being strong enough to directly exchange injuries with the opponent, I reckon that this time I would really be in trouble. My fighting technique stance was broken by a light punch from the opponent. If we really fought, as long as that woman was more cautious, I wouldn't have the chance to hurt her."
"If … if my combat arts were stronger, I wouldn't have needed to use this method. My defense is stronger than hers, and my fist arts are stronger than hers. I could have easily killed her." Garon was deep in thought.
"My White Cloud Secret Arts have reached the highest level of mastery. My muscles are strengthened, and my defense is doubled. I don't have to be afraid to fight Second Senior Brother. My Explosive Fist Arts have reached the second level. Among all the people in the dojo, only Second Senior Brother and a few others can reach this level. Their physical fitness is also extraordinarily strong. Even with such conditions, they still fought to this extent. If it was Senior Sister, she would not have done this! "
Garon's eyes flashed.
"The core of the problem is that my combat experience is too poor. I can only take a hit and restrain the enemy before returning it. If it was a more cautious expert. "
He immediately imagined the specific situation in his mind.
The purple-eyed woman moved around him briskly. Occasionally, she would rush over and make small cuts on his arms and thighs. The poisonous blade easily paralyzed him.
"It seems that I have strength, but I can't use it properly." He resisted the urge to add attribute points to his physical fitness. Finally, his gaze slowly fell on White Cloud Combat Arts.
Snap.
White Cloud Combat Arts jumped from Beginner to Intermediate.
Garen felt his entire body tremble, and his four limbs suddenly became agile, moving in all directions at will, giving him a feeling of lightness and ease.
"White Cloud Combat Arts' Intermediate allows me to use the Four Forms at will. I can integrate them into my stance without any delay. It's almost instinctive. I just don't know what the Advanced level is … "Garon moved his limbs. He felt that everything within a meter of him was within his precise control.
He raised his hand and slashed forward.
Swish!
His right hand unconsciously used the Shooting Form. There was a crisp sound in the air, like a firecracker being set off.
"Originally, I could only use the Shooting Form with my right elbow. Now, I can use the Four Forms at will with all four of my limbs. No wonder it's an Intermediate Combat Arts!" Garon smiled.
He tested the speed of the Four Forms with all four of his limbs. Now, he could easily defeat two of his previous selves.
"This time, even if I meet a speed type, I can handle it. It's barely worthy of this strength. "
Garon nodded in satisfaction. Then, he quickly walked into the darkness and got on the road back to Huaishan City.
*****
It was already past two o 'clock in the evening when he returned to the city. Garon went straight to the dojo. He asked one of the stationed students to inform his family and rested for the night. The next morning, he woke up early, put on his makeup, and rushed to Canoe Town.
"Kelly! You're quite early. "
The sky was not yet bright, and it was gray.
In the small outdoor restaurant, Garon sat at a small round table in a silver suit. There was a smile in his red eyes. Ge Reese stood beside him in a black secretary outfit, holding a black leather notebook in his hand.
The two of them looked at Dale Quicksilver, who was yawning as he walked over. Neither of them spoke.
Garon took a sip of the hot coffee on the table.
Tali sat down in front of Garen.
"What's wrong with your face? Why is it wrapped in gauze? "He took a big gulp of the hot coffee. "Didn't you say you were going back?"
"It's just a scratch. Let's not talk about it. What happened yesterday? Any results? "Garon asked in a low voice.
"We'll go again today. The White Eagle has already informed the Huaishan City Police Station. They'll probably send people over by noon. This is a big case. So many people died. This is troublesome. According to my analysis, the Golden Hoop probably thinks we killed so many of their men. If nothing goes wrong, we'll be in trouble when we go to the Silversilk Castle today. "
Dale Quicksilver frowned and said worriedly.
Garon raised his eyebrows. Thinking about the situation last night, he was a little surprised by Dale Quicksilver's analysis. The Golden Hoop's reaction was completely within his expectations.
"Don't tell me they dare to fight with the Police Station?"
Tari laughed. "Kelly, you don't know. This isn't the first time something like this has happened." He took out the pipe he forgot to bring yesterday, lit it with a match, and took a deep puff.
"Do you need me to call for help?" Grace suddenly asked from the side.
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