The other party was just a fight enthusiast trying to buy an antique from her, they chatted at her private exhibition, the two of them chatted for a while and found that they got along quite well, so they exchanged phone numbers, the two of them were just acquaintances.
'Hello? Who is this? 'A deep male voice came from the phone.
'Mr. Kaedun? Do you still remember me? I'm Barcetina. '
'Barcetina? Oh … It's Miss Barcetina! How is it? Have you decided to sell that mask? The price is negotiable. 'The other party's tone instantly became friendly. Barcetina's spirits lifted, finally meeting someone who did not reject her. A series of unanswered calls and direct rejections made her even more irritable.
For a moment, she calmed down a little, as if she had found a loophole in her family's big net. Even the people who had agreed to exchange the antiques with her had all rejected her. Even those who had wanted the antiques in her hands had changed their minds. They were either under some kind of pressure or had received other benefits as a reward for closing the net. Now there was finally someone who was somewhat normal.
'About the mask, you … are still willing … to buy it? 'Barcetina asked carefully.
'Of course! 'Kaedun answered matter-of-factly,' How about we meet up, you decide on the place! I'll fly over as fast as I can. '
'Alright! Let's meet at New York's Stone Gate Street! There's a good restaurant there. Give me a call when you're there, I'll tell you the exact location. 'Barcetina seemed to have seen hope, and her mood quickly improved.
"No problem!"
*****
A few hours later.
New York's Stone Gate Street Galileo Restaurant.
The impatient two of them sped up at the same time, and the result was that both of them were more than an hour ahead of the scheduled time.
Sitting at the innermost corner of the restaurant, Baldy Kaedun and Barcetina stared at each other, not knowing what to say for a moment.
The two of them sat opposite each other on the right side of the restaurant, the sounds of other customers chatting around them, as well as the sound of waiters clearing the table and greeting each other.
The restaurant's environment was not bad, it was a soft light yellow all over, giving off a gentle and warm feeling.
"Looks like we're both early." Barcetina spoke, she put both her hands on the table, noticing that the other party seemed to want to say something as well. "Let me confirm one more time, are you really willing to make a deal with me?"
The bald man nodded.
"Of course. Is there a problem?" He revealed a puzzled expression.
"Alright, then let's talk about the details of the deal." Barcetina did not know why, but she instantly felt her body lighten up, as if she was a bug stuck in a web that had finally broken free and was able to take a breather.
The two of them began to carefully discuss the market price of the black copper mask. Perhaps to thank this sliver of relief in her heart, Barcetina took the initiative to lower the price by a third, causing Baldy to be rather confused.
After a series of questions, Barcetina finally told him about her situation.
"I want to be free! I want to do something I like! But even such a simple idea can't be realized. "She lowered her head seriously with a hint of pain. "I've already reached the advanced level in professional wrestling. I don't want to give up just like that.
After understanding Barcetina's situation, Baldy seemed to recall the situation of his other friend, and a trace of understanding appeared in his eyes.
"Regarding your situation, I deeply sympathize with you." He thought for a moment, "If you simply want a space that isn't controlled by your family, if possible, perhaps I can introduce you to a combat teacher. I can guarantee that he won't be affected by your family."
Barcetina felt that the other party's tone was rather mysterious.
"What teacher? Are you sure you understand the size of my family? "
For a moment, she felt that Baldy Kaedun's identity seemed to have become rather mysterious.
"You'll like it." Baldy smiled and said, "But the teacher I'm introducing might have very strict requirements. Unless you really like combat and are willing to put in the hard work to train, it's best if you don't agree."
"No problem! Then what conditions do you have in exchange? "Barcetina asked in a low voice.
"No conditions. That person is also my teacher. He admires anyone who has the heart to improve and focus on martial arts, so he's willing to teach you his skills. But he also needs to be selective. If you don't meet the requirements, then you won't be able to be taught." Baldy was naturally talking about Garon. Not just him, but also Jay, his wife Hera, and the rest of the Nighthawks' higher-ups. They were all constantly looking for good seedlings for Garon. These seedlings had to have the heart to aspire to martial arts, but they also had to have a strong background, and had enough value to be used and nurtured.
The poor studied while the rich practiced martial arts. Without money and resources, it would be very difficult to cultivate anything real.
Garon asked everyone to collect seedlings like this, and teach them various Secret Techniques as a basic method to control and develop his forces. Using the channels in the hands of these disciples, he could then quickly search for Black Copper Masks all over the world.
Barcetina was only one of the many people chosen.
After the two of them finished discussing the time in the restaurant, Baldy left the restaurant and got into the car that the driver had driven over. Only then did he take out his phone from his clothes and look at the message on it. It was a message from Barcetina's family, and there was a faint threat in it.
"They actually dare to threaten me? They really think we're honest and legal businessmen. "He laughed coldly.
"Do you want to teach them a lesson?" The driver chuckled.
"A little warning would be good. After all, this isn't our territory. "Baldy replied casually. "Who's the one who spoke? Just cripple one of their hands, don't cross the line."
"Understood!"
They had always been lawless people. As the leaders of the African mercenaries, and with the terrifying reputation of the Nighthawk King behind them, most violent groups were wary of them. In other people's territory, it was already good enough that they did not provoke them. Now, there were actually people who dared to provoke them.
These mercenaries were all fugitives with their heads on their belts. They were skilled at killing people, and in their free time, some of them would even act as assassins for bounties. Now that someone had taken the initiative to provoke them, these highly vigilant people who had records in every country's government were naturally even more motivated.
Coincidentally, the government was busy dealing with the Blood Breed civil war, and all sorts of murders could not be suppressed, so it was a good opportunity to strike.
*****
Casually flipping through the photos and information on the table, Garon browsed through the ten seedlings that his subordinates had chosen for him.
There were both males and females, and they were all between ten and twenty years old.
Regardless of their looks, they all had powerful backgrounds in their respective areas, and they were all very interested in fighting, so they were just right for him to control.
Under the light, Garon picked out a few photos from the files and put them aside. These were not essential, and as for the rest, he could let Xander teach them alone, and then he could eliminate the side effects himself.
For these young people who loved fighting, they were all after excitement, adventure, and novelty.
Faced with a Secret Technique that could completely strengthen them to a terrifying level in just a few months, he believed that no one would be able to resist such a temptation.
Garon did not plan to spend too much time on these people, as long as Xander taught them the Waterbird Fist, he only needed to inject soul aura as a primer when adjusting their Secret Technique.
Only with a primer, these people could truly walk on the path of the Two-Faced Waterbird Fist, and quickly become stronger. That kind of thrill during practice was even greater than taking drugs, and would definitely grab hold of these young people's hearts.
'Your plan is not bad, it helps to expand your influence, but what's the use of this kind of influence? The time period is also a little long, Nadia could appear at any time. The aura of that coin is the coordinates, and the will of the Nine-Headed Dragon's blood in your body is also a road sign to guide her. She'll be back soon. Let's see what you can do then. '
Black Sethe poured cold water on the side. He did not know that Garon could use the aura of the potential value in the mask to strengthen himself.
Garon was too lazy to bother with him, this guy only got more excited the more he bothered with him.
He split the photos into two, and let the Nighthawks who were guarding outside the door come in, take out the two photos and information, and send them to the designated people.
Then he stood up, left the room, and came to a spacious sealed room with lead-coated walls.
This room was specially made by him, the floor and walls were all coated with a silver layer of lead, and in the middle of the room was a small white square platform, and on top of it was a brass dragon head coin that was placed like an offering.
Closing the door with a bang, Garon walked towards the platform where the coin was.
Bang!
In a daze, Garon felt his mind go dizzy, and his vision seemed to blur for a moment, and he stopped three meters away from the platform.
He did not know when, but a thin layer of white fog had started to rise from the platform, like water vapor, this white fog circled above the coin, and gradually condensed into the image of a ferocious dragon head.
Roar!!
The dragon head roared at Garon, there were no sound waves, but Garon could hear that deafening dragon roar.
'This is the coordinates that the coin is constantly emitting, you can try to suppress it. 'Black Sethe suggested,' This can effectively limit the time it takes for Nadia to get here. '
Garon nodded, he knew that he had been dragged into a dream by the aura of the coin, this coin had been showing more and more movements recently, and the power it was emitting was getting stronger and stronger. That aura of Nadia kept leaking out from the coin, affecting all the surrounding environment and living creatures.
After a maid was hypnotized into a dream by the coin and almost starved to death, Garon got someone to build an isolated confinement room like this, specifically used to isolate the influence of the increasingly powerful waves from the coin.
"Just an inanimate object."
Garon squinted his eyes, and took a step forward.
Boom!!!
A large cloud of dark blue cold air burst out from behind him, and countless cold air quickly condensed, forming the image of a ferocious Nine-Headed Dragon.
Roar!!!
The Nine-Headed Dragon roared fiercely at the white dragon head.
For a moment, the entire room was completely filled with blue and white fog.
'You can't stop me … 'Nadia's voice faintly came from the white dragon's roar, filled with killing intent.
Garon did not care, and sat down cross-legged on the ground, his eyes slightly closed, and the dark blue fog behind him started to surround the white fog emitted by the coin.
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