Near Galliville University
Garon did not encounter any other ambushes along the way. It was already evening when he arrived at the house in the suburbs without any surprises or dangers. Jay had already brought his men over personally and had just arrived.
"Boss." A group of new higher-ups from the Men in Black greeted Garon neatly under Jay's lead.
Garon nodded and got down from the car. Under the lead of Jay and the rest, he walked into the villa.
A few Nighthawks members opened the door for him respectfully and led the way. They crossed the lawn and walked to an empty space behind the house.
There were a few trucks parked on the empty space. They were covered with black cloth and were filled with unknown items.
"Boss, these are the goods we received this time." Jay lowered his head and said respectfully.
He brought a few of his men and waited quietly at the side for Garon's inspection.
Garon walked forward and lifted a corner of the black cloth with the help of the bright light from the lights at the side. Huge black boxes were revealed.
He could vaguely sense an indistinct potential aura lingering and occupying the interior of the box.
Looking around, more than ten of his men spread out on their own and became alert. Their waists bulged and their gazes were intimidating.
"There are three trucks' worth of goods here, a total of 125 items. I'll get the rest back as soon as possible." Jay reported softly.
Garon nodded satisfactorily.
"I believe you. Get someone to move all the items here into the villa. Also, get more people to take care of this house. It's too lonely for me to live alone."
"Alright." Jay nodded quickly. After whispering some instructions to his men, another group of people walked in and started to open the boxes one by one and move the items into the villa.
Vases, mirrors, cutlery, oil paintings and even an ancient music box were carefully moved into the villa. Under Garon's instructions, they were all placed in a room.
'What do you want these relics for? 'Black Sethe asked in confusion. 'The Void Creature is approaching again and you still have the time to take care of these boring things. '
"Can't you tell?" Garon did not answer but asked casually instead.
"See what?" Obviously, Black Sethe did not know about the existence of Potential Points on antiques.
"I prefer collecting cultural relics," Garon replied casually.
The removal of the cultural relics was not completed until midnight. The group of people left the villa one after another. Under the leadership of Jay, apart from leaving some people to guard the villa, most of the rest drove back to the Men in Black branch.
The headquarters of the Men in Black was in Africa, while the headquarters of the Nighthawks were in America because of Garon. No matter which side it was, they would be able to mobilize enough manpower, even elites.
After everyone had left, Garon was left alone in the storage room where the relics were stored.
He looked at the dazzling array of artifacts. Some of them emitted potential auras, while others were just ordinary antiques.
He spent another half of the night sorting out the antiques one by one. He placed the useless antiques aside and took out the Potential Ancient Bronze.
There were a total of forty-five antiques with potential value. Most of them only had a few points of potential value. Only three of them had at least ten points of potential value.
One of them was a mask. It was a strange and ancient black and red mask. Garon could not even feel how much potential value was in it. He only felt that it was vast and mighty. It was at least ten points, and it was possible for it to be twenty or thirty points.
The timely arrival of this batch of cultural relics made his mood much better. The injuries on his body also seemed to have lightened by a lot.
'Apart from having some historical value, what else can these cultural relics do? 'Black Sethe nagged.
Garon turned a deaf ear to him. Just by being in this room, he could feel that his body was continuously absorbing the potential auras emitted by the cultural relics.
He looked at the Attribute Pane at the bottom of his vision. The potential value was slowly jumping. Although it was slow, it was definitely increasing.
He casually picked up a pocket watch. The potential aura inside was quickly absorbed into his body. The cool air flowed into his wrist, into his forearm, then up to his shoulder and into his brain.
His potential points instantly increased by more than three points. Moreover, the remaining potential points were slowly increasing. If he wanted to completely absorb this pocket watch, he would need at least a week's time.
Absorbing from cultural relics was not as fast as killing in the Totem World. However, it was expensive in that it was long-lasting and endless.
Garon looked out of the window. The sky was slightly bright. A night had passed. Because he did not get a good rest, some parts of his body were recovering slower.
Looking at the various cultural relics in front of him, Garon was too lazy to go to school. He lay down in the middle of a pile of cultural relics and fell asleep on an old and clean copper bed.
The fastest way to absorb was to spend every moment with these cultural relics.
*****
Time flew.
A few months later …
Under the night sky, a white car slowly stopped in front of a detached villa in the suburbs. The automatic metal gate slowly opened by remote control.
Garon sat in the driver's seat. He quietly drove the car into the villa's garden. He went past the fountain and made a turn. Under the guidance of the maid, he slowly drove into the underground garage.
Bang.
He opened the car door and got out of the car. He slowly walked out of the garage.
At night, the sky was filled with stars. They were so densely packed that they looked like countless light blue diamonds embedded in the night sky.
Garon was dressed in a black slim-fit suit. He walked along the lawn and into his villa. The lights inside were brightly lit. Two people who had not seen each other for a long time were sitting inside.
Quentin and Xander.
Both of them seemed to be resting with their eyes closed. When they heard the door open and footsteps, they opened their eyes at the same time and looked towards the door.
Seeing that it was Garon, they stood up one after another.
"President."
Two respectful greetings were heard.
Garon had been busy absorbing potential points and practicing his Dreaming Technique. In terms of Dreaming Technique, he was able to focus his mind and clearly recognize that he was dreaming. This was already very effective. What surprised him was that this kind of training seemed to be helpful to his own Secret Technique level. As his Dreaming Technique improved, he felt that his Secret Technique level, which had been stagnant for a long time, had improved.
The Slaughtering Hand seemed to have a new change. Even Black Sethe did not expect it. Garon's Slaughtering Hand was actually trained under the influence of the Northern Trident Frost-Fire True Water Evil Technique. It was not a pure Slaughtering Demonic Technique. There seemed to be some kind of wonderful change. He could not tell if this change was good or bad. He could only take it one step at a time.
In these few months, he had been attacked by the White Dolls several times. However, as he became more and more familiar with dealing with them, his terrifying Combat Realm, which was above King of the Century, allowed him to find the White Dolls' weaknesses in an extremely short period of time. It also became easier for him to deal with the White Dolls. In addition, the increase in potential points allowed him to quickly recover from his injuries. From the moment he was able to maintain his consciousness in the dream, two or three white dolls were worthless to him.
As long as he could maintain his consciousness, he could use his own Secret Technique and strength without hindrance. It was many times better than being muddle-headed and passively attacking.
Even without Black Sethe's help, he could easily deal with a few White Dolls. This fully demonstrated the General-level strength that Black Sethe had mentioned before. In these few months, he even completely killed more than ten White Dolls one after another.
However, all his attention was placed on the Void Creatures. It had been a long time since he paid attention to the normal affairs of this world. Under this kind of rapid recovery of strength and self-improvement, he put everything else to the back of his mind.
Now, his average physical fitness was constantly improving with the support of the cultural relics that he recovered. He had also accumulated more than two hundred potential points. If it was not for the fact that adding all of them to his physical fitness did not have any effect on the Dream World, he would have used all of them to strengthen his own body.
"It's rare for you to come looking for me. Is there something more important?" Garon asked the maid to bring three cups of green tea. Although he was in a European environment, he still did not like to drink coffee. That kind of thing made his mouth sour. It was far less comfortable than tea.
Quentin frowned slightly. This beautiful and hot girl had always been straightforward, but now she seemed to be hesitant.
"Let me do the talking." Xander now looked like a normal young man who had stepped into society. He was in a well-ironed gray suit. His hair was neatly combed and there was not much of a beard left.
"President, we are here this time because we hope that you can step in and mediate."
Xander's attitude was unusually serious.
"Mediate?" Garon smiled.
Until now, because of the large amount of potential points in the cultural relics, he had begun to rapidly recover his physical fitness. His average physical fitness was gradually increasing. At this moment, his every move seemed to have some kind of powerful aura. It was as if there was a gravitational force that unconsciously attracted everyone's attention.
"What are you talking about?" He stared at Xander calmly.
Xander always felt that Garon's eyes were like a bottomless abyss whirlpool. He could not help but lower his head.
"It's about Hochman and Dahm."
"Hochman and Dahm?" Garon touched his chin. "Haven't they always been on good terms?"
"Last night at 9: 20, they officially started a war." Xander said softly. "Both of them are crazy. They actually opened fire and killed people in the downtown area. Both families have now started a full-scale war. Dahm even used his connections to activate the special police force. Hochman directly sent out mercenaries. "
"They are all adults. They all have their own beliefs. Actually, at this level, there is no use for me to step in. Once a grudge is formed, it will not be easily resolved. Since they chose to take action, then they must have considered all aspects. "Garon smiled and said calmly. "Moreover, isn't this good? The strong never fear battle. Killing is also a way for us martial arts to evolve. "
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