Inside a special hotel room in South Africa.
"Idiot!!" Garon slapped Baldy and sent him flying.
Baldy's body rolled a few meters away and crashed into several tables and chairs. He only dared to lie on the ground and did not dare to get up. He also did not dare to wipe the blood off his head.
"You think you're strong enough to make everyone your enemy. A simple matter has become so troublesome because of your arrogance and conceit!" Garon's face was cold.
Baldy lowered his head and did not dare to make a sound.
The other Nighthawk members also lowered their heads and did not dare to move. The room was silent and only the sound of their hearts beating violently could be heard. These members were sweating profusely and their muscles twitched unconsciously from time to time. Some of them even bit their lips until they bled but did not dare to move at all.
"You can't even do this well, a bunch of trash!" Garon was angry. Although he did not teach these elites too much, no matter what, they were still the elites of the mercenary world. Coupled with the existence of the secret skill, Shooting Shadow, they were the best of the best. And now, they were beaten so badly by a guy without any supernatural powers.
This was simply a slap to his face.
But the punishment was already done and he still had to do what needed to be done.
"Make a list of the forces involved in the interception and give me a copy."
After he said that, he left the room with his hands behind his back.
"It's not just about the Stone Clock of Fortune anymore …"
Garon warmed up his fist. It had been a long time since he really fought and he did not know if he was rusty.
He returned to his hotel room and looked down at the night view of the entire Nonodia City from the floor-to-ceiling window.
Countless red and yellow lights converged into rivers of light, outlining the shape of the traffic on the streets. Looking from afar, a huge red circle of light was slowly moving in the center. That was the flow of countless cars.
Standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, Garon gently took off his new custom-made black leather gloves and revealed his hands that were so fair and perfect that they were shocking.
Fair and delicate as if they were carved out of jade. His palms and forearms did not have a single blemish, not even pores. They were just flawless. Under the yellow light of the wall, it showed a strange and magical attraction.
All the brownish-yellow items in the hotel room, including the wallpaper, sofa, bed, wall lamp, table and chairs, and even the chandelier on the ceiling, seemed to be imprinted with a layer of white light at this moment.
It was the strange luster emitted by his hands.
"Slaughtering Hand …" Garon carefully felt the changes in his body and mind caused by the operation of the Devil Art.
He did not resist, but simply merged with it. He was trying to completely grasp the essence of the demonic technique, and the prerequisite for complete control was to merge with it. He could feel that his spirit was changing little by little under the influence of the demonic technique. However, as long as he wanted to, he could also reverse and restore himself. However, he did not reject this change.
He had realized that this Forty-two Demon King Secret Technique seemed to be the complete opposite of the Living Secret Technique.
If the Living Secret Technique was said to be based on the practitioner, then it would transform into a brand new Secret Technique that matched the practitioner's physique and temperament. This was the Secret Technique adapting to the human body.
In that case, the Demonic Secret Technique would allow the human body to adapt to the Secret Technique, allowing the human body to slowly change into the most suitable physique and temperament to practice the Demonic Technique.
The two were complete opposites, but they were the two directions of evolution of the Secret Technique.
It was different from normal Secret Techniques, as normal Secret Techniques did not have this kind of change. If it was not suitable, then it was not suitable.
Compared to normal Secret Techniques, the advantage and strength of the Demonic Technique was that it was very practical, and the threshold was not high.
As long as the person's physique was not too different, they could be transformed by the Demonic Technique, and then cultivate to a certain level of strength.
However, for people with weak temperament, this kind of strength would cause them to lose their mind and become a slave to the Demonic Technique. They would completely lose their mind and become a killing machine.
Therefore, the Demonic Technique was the easiest Secret Technique to learn, but it was also the most dangerous and terrifying Secret Technique. This kind of change in temperament, no one could help. It could only rely on the practitioner's innermost perseverance and will to ensure that they would not lose themselves.
This was an extremely dangerous Secret Technique.
Garon defined the Slaughtering Hand in his heart.
He was vaguely exploring the essence of the Demonic Technique as he merged with it. This completely different path was a great supplement and expansion for his martial arts.
"Stone Clock of Fortune, I hope it can surprise me."
He looked at the night view of the South African city below, and his mind gradually sank into the operation of the Secret Technique.
*****
In a star-rated hotel in the same city.
A few young people who were dressed like normal company employees on the street were gathered together, playing cards. There were piles of red and green banknotes on the table, and they were thrown around from time to time.
Under the purposely dim yellow light, a bespectacled man in a grey suit was smoking a cigarette, and wisps of smoke floated up.
"How is it?" He asked in a very awkward and strange French voice.
"What do you mean how is it?"
"It wasn't easy to cripple the Nighthawks, and get rid of our biggest enemy. We should at least get some benefits, right? We also lost some people. "The bespectacled man said with a cigarette in his mouth.
"Levi of the Black Uniform Men isn't here. If you want benefits, just tell him directly." The OL in the black dress answered casually.
"How long have our two families been waiting here? Has it been ten days? I think it should be. Why is it still the same, there's no change at all. "A muscular black man beside the bespectacled man said impatiently.
"Aren't we waiting for news? What's the rush? No matter if it's Levi or Kenna, if they want to find out the secret, they have to be here. Our people are spread out everywhere, and we can't hide the clues. "The OL replied.
"As long as Vincent hasn't left, we just have to keep an eye on their movements. Levi must have given them the goods." The black man said in a low voice.
Bang!
Suddenly, the door was slammed open from the outside.
A muscular white man walked in.
"I think we might be in trouble."
He glanced at the few people who were looking at him.
Someone threw the cards on the table.
"Trouble? Even the strongest Nighthawks in this area have been taken care of by us. What else could be considered trouble? "The black man leaned against the leather chair and spun around.
"Unfortunately, I'm talking about the Nighthawks." The white man replied in a low voice.
Suddenly, the atmosphere in the room turned cold. Although the few of them still managed to maintain a smile on their faces, their eyes were suddenly filled with caution.
"I just received the latest news. The real boss of the Nighthawks is here." The white man said word by word.
"Real … boss?" Glasses covered the cards in his hand on the table. For some reason, when the few people in the room heard this news, they felt a chill run down their spines.
"If I remember correctly, the Nighthawks should be the strongest mercenary group in South Africa, right? Their boss has always been Baldy, the guy who calls himself the Eagle of Africa. " Glasses pushed his glasses up. "Now you suddenly come in and tell us that he has a real boss? A boss behind the scenes? Will, you better tell us that you're joking, really. "
The knuckles of his hand that was holding the cards were turning white, but he didn't notice it at all.
Under Levi's seduction, design, and cooperation, their few organizations finally paid a heavy price to cripple the Nighthawks, and even blinded one of Baldy's eyes.
The Nighthawks lost almost half of their men, and their strength was greatly reduced. They had already fallen from their throne as the top mercenary group in South Africa. The mercenary groups that were their enemies in the past would definitely not let go of such a rare opportunity. They would definitely take advantage of the situation and hit them while they were down.
It could be said that the moment the Nighthawks were crippled, they were in an extremely weak state. In the mercenary world, such a state was fatal.
And now, someone suddenly rushed in and told them that the Nighthawks still had a boss, a boss. That was their real identity.
"This is really funny, isn't it, Casey? The Nighthawks are the strongest mercenary group in South Africa, who has the right to be their boss? This is the most ridiculous joke of the century! "
He didn't realize that his hands had started to tremble uncontrollably. His face was getting paler and paler, and even his voice was slightly trembling.
He laughed loudly, trying to wash away the joke.
But no one in the room laughed.
Only his laughter echoed in the room. His laughter got softer and softer until he couldn't laugh anymore.
"I think we might be in big trouble …" The black skirt OL said softly.
"We need to work together and figure out the opponent's background first!" The black guy said in a low voice.
"My sources can't find out his background." The white guy walked in and closed the door behind him.
"Let's work together."
"Yes, let's work together."
The few of them took out their phones or PDAs. Everyone's movements were quick and agile.
But Glasses pressed the wrong buttons a few times. He felt that his fingers were too slippery to press the buttons, so he looked up at the others. The OL's movements were the most normal, but the fine beads of sweat on her forehead betrayed her.
On the surface, the black man looked relaxed and calm, but his right leg was trembling quickly without him realizing it.
"I got it!!" The black guy shouted suddenly.
"You found it?!" "Say it!"
The rest of them stared at him anxiously.
"No … No, I said I have a plan!" The black guy mumbled softly.
"What plan?"
"Find Vincent and work together! We're not the only force that killed the Nighthawks. Even if he's from that world, he wouldn't dare to go against so many forces at once, right? "The black guy said softly.
Every one of them knew that those who could control the forces of that world were not normal people. They were not normal people from that world. Such an existence was not something they could fight against.
"Vincent doesn't have much power, but it's said that there's an existence from that world behind him. A strong existence. "
"I found it …" The OL suddenly said, and the tension on her face relaxed.
"That's good, that person isn't an existence from that world. He's just a martial artist, a normal human. "
Huff … Huff …
Suddenly, the whole room was filled with the sound of relaxed breathing.
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