'You think highly of her?' Black Sethe asked again.
"Think highly of her? No, compared to the other two seeds, I only admire her at most. "Garon shook his head.
'The other two seeds?' Black Sethe didn't understand, he didn't know what Garon did in school.
Garon smiled and didn't answer.
"Isaros' skills have already exceeded the range of an average person, she's even at the level of Baldy and the others. What if I give her some pointers? "" What if I give her some pointers? "
'You're really boring.' Black Sethe continued, 'There are too many geniuses in the world, I think you're just too bored.'
"Maybe." Garon didn't tell Black Sethe that he could sense the difference between Arisa and Isaros. He didn't have the intention to explain, he was just casually laying down a foreshadowing. Maybe it would be useful in the future.
"We should go back."
*****
"Hochman!!!!"
A crazy roar sounded.
A strong black man waved his dagger and pounced towards the bespectacled Hochman. His movements were like the wind, his speed was so fast that he even left behind a faint afterimage.
In an empty space near a garbage dump, Hochman quietly leaned against the side of a black car, wearing a black trench coat and coldly looking at the black man pouncing towards him.
Bang!
A side kick swept towards Hochman's right side, accurately hitting the side of the black man's waist, causing him to fall to the ground.
It was a tall, bald, muscular man. His body was covered with shiny white muscles that looked like metal, giving off a hard and terrifying luster. His fists collided and he walked out with a grin. He picked up the black man on the ground.
"How stupid! How dare you resist the powerful Master Hochman. "The white baldy laughed. He grabbed the black man's neck with his right hand and squeezed like he was squeezing a chicken. With a cracking sound, the black man's neck was directly broken. The light in his eyes quickly dimmed.
Hochman lowered his head and lit a cigarette, taking a light puff.
"Is there anything else that hasn't been dealt with?"
"No, this is the last one." The white baldy lowered his head and answered respectfully. He was a murderer chosen by his family, but he had never obeyed the orders of any family. At this moment, he was like a sheep bowing to the man in front of him.
"My lord's plan should be able to be carried out smoothly."
"There will always be disobedient things that will jump out …" Hochman said calmly. "Recently, many people have been attacked in our area. Bring some people to patrol the area. If there's trouble, just deal with it directly. The situation seems to be a little chaotic recently. "
"Yes."
Hochman turned around, opened the car door, and sat sideways.
Looking at the city scenery moving slowly outside the window, Hochman closed his eyes slightly.
"Look into the information of the freaks who attacked us last night."
The driver in front nodded silently and didn't say anything.
Hochman fell into deep thought. He could feel that his Secret Technique had gradually reached an indescribable level. The feeling of constantly growing stronger was so intoxicating. Just last night, when he was patrolling his subordinates' branch, he was actually attacked by people who were very skilled in using guns. Several of his capable subordinates actually couldn't resist.
Hochman personally killed a few people on the spot to stabilize the situation, but the origin of these people was unknown.
Looking at the speeding scenery outside the car window, he gradually fell into deep thought.
*****
"If there's any more trash like this coming in, just kill them." Dahm stepped on the face of the person lying on the ground, his face full of disgust. He was wearing a bright red neutral outfit, with two big black words embroidered on the shoulders, which were the combination of Dahm's and Dahm's.
More than ten burly men around him bowed their heads, their faces showing a slight trace of fear as they responded.
"Drag him out." Dahm kicked the head of the person under his foot, making a cracking sound. No one knew whether he was dead or alive.
One of the burly men quickly dragged the person on the ground away.
The rest of the people crowded around Dahm and walked to the main seat in the meeting room and sat down.
Dahm's face was becoming more and more feminine. His entire person seemed to be constantly emitting a feminine aura, but there was no trace of a woman's gentleness. Instead, it was a somewhat stiff and angular face.
Although his aura was becoming more and more neutral, the angular face of a man was still the same. However, he still wore bright red lipstick, light purple eyeshadow, and a thin layer of foundation on his face. His ears were also pierced, and he wore two shiny diamond earrings.
"Recently, there have been people randomly barging into our headquarters, they really don't know what's good for them. The government has already sent people to assist us, but I directly rejected them. It just so happens that I lack some experimental materials. My Phaseless Water Bird Fist has not been completely perfected, so I need some live specimens to test it out. "
He purposely used a falsetto voice that did not sound like a man's voice. It was sharp and ear-piercing, making one's hair stand on end.
"Marshal Dahm, those people who barged in are very fast. We heard from some sources that they are most likely people from the Macarr Group, and they have a huge force behind them."
"Huge force?" Dahm chuckled. He already knew the identity of those intruders, he just received the news from his family not long ago. The Macarr Group was now very ambitious, and wanted to expand without restraint. They belonged to the grey company, half black and half white.
"There are actually people who don't know what's good for them and want to go against us?" Dahm stuck out his tongue and licked his fingers. "The Macarr Group hired some mercenaries, they think that by breaking the rules, they will be able to win? What a joke. "
"But these are only small problems, the main problem is still Hochman's side." Dahm looked at the strong woman sitting at the last table.
"Hochman's side has also been attacked, but we don't know who the opponent is." The woman quickly replied.
Dahm touched his chin, as if he was looking for a beard that he had not shaved clean.
The subordinates around him looked at him in fear, afraid that he would suddenly have a problem. Dahm was famous for being temperamental, if there was a slight disobedience, he would take it out on others. Most of the time, he would just lightly pat you with his hand, and when you went back, you might pee blood, and the next day, your kidney function would fail and you would lie in the hospital forever.
It was rumored that he and Hochman were from an organization called the Martial Arts Club. Both of them had become the leaders of the younger generation in their respective families, occupying more than half of their family's business, and some of the subordinates who did not listen to their orders were replaced by their people.
"What about that cute Little Apple?" Dahm suddenly asked.
"She has already safely left America, and now she has been sent to Asia by our people. We don't know the exact location. "A subordinate quickly replied.
"I really want to see Hochman's expression when he finds out …" Dahm's lips curled into a smile.
He did not realize that his skin was getting whiter and whiter.
The Illusory Spinning White Jade, the fourth level of illusion, and the germination of the seed in his body had unknowingly merged his Essence, Qi, and Spirit into one, reaching an unprecedented level of strength.
"Marshal! There's another challenge! "A subordinate's shout faintly came from outside the door. "It's Redman, the Golden Belt Underground Boxing Champion from Eastern Europe."
Dahm stood up.
"Looks like there's another test subject who's here to die for the bounty …" He licked his lips, and quickly walked out of the meeting room under the gaze of everyone who stood up.
*****
Time flew.
In the blink of an eye, Garon had returned to school for more than half a year.
He did not go to the Martial Arts Club much anymore, and most of the time, he would appear and disappear like a ghost. He no longer stayed in the dormitory, but rented a house by himself.
Other than his daily classes, he gradually hid himself, and focused his energy on practicing his dreams. The first step was to constantly train himself to feel that he was dreaming, and this step had been stuck for a few months.
Perhaps his talent in this area was really not that great. This kind of progress really disappointed him.
And from his Nighthawk Mercenary Group's intelligence network in the mercenary world, there were already rumors about a mysterious organization called the Martial Arts Club in the mercenary world.
It was rumored that everyone who came out of the Martial Arts Club were elites, and after Xander of the Martial Arts Club disappeared completely due to manslaughter, the rumors about the Martial Arts Club became more and more widespread.
Xander killed six people in a row when he was attacked by gunshots, and in the end, he was unscathed and disappeared without a trace. Killing six people in a row in a situation where all of them had guns, this undoubtedly caused a fierce wave in the entire Martial Arts Mercenary World.
Not to mention Dahm and Hochman who came out of the Martial Arts Club, both of them were extremely ferocious and terrifying characters. Their skills were something that even firearms could not do anything to, they had already reached an inhuman level.
As the two of them became more and more famous, and stronger, there were more and more rumors about the mysterious and powerful Martial Arts Club. The school's Martial Arts Club had gradually become an empty shell under the situation where the few of them left or did not go, but even so, there were still many people who came after hearing about it.
Garon did not expect such a situation to happen, the reason why Dahm and Hochman were so strong and improved so quickly was actually because of him, the power they used was mainly based on his Soul Seed as the core.
The Blood Breeds' disputes did not involve this state, or rather, the many states in this direction did not seem to have any movements at all, as if the Blood Breeds' civil war was a matter of another world.
Garon did not care about these things that were slowly changing, he focused all of his attention on practicing the technique of detecting dreams. The success rate was not very high, only three out of ten times would succeed, he needed to constantly remind himself that he was about to fall asleep and dream, but the effect of this kind of hint was not very obvious.
Black Sethe suggested using some medicine to assist, but Garon rejected it.
Black Sethe suggested another method, which was to focus on looking at his own hands. Before going to sleep, he carefully remembered the details of his hands, and when he fell asleep, he only needed to think about looking at his own hands.
This method seemed to be more effective, after Garon tried it many times, he slowly felt that the success rate had increased.
It was just that sometimes, he would be distracted by inexplicable associations and strange scenes in his dreams, and then he would float to an unknown place.
Unfortunately, he could not enter the dream anytime, anywhere, he could only enter when he wanted to rest, otherwise, his body's biological clock would be disrupted.
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