After sitting cross-legged in the darkness for an unknown amount of time, Garon slowly got up, tidied the white robe on his body, and walked out of the room. Behind him, he could faintly hear the Nine-Headed Dragon's angry roar.
There were a few subordinates guarding outside the door, but none of them seemed to be able to hear anything. They were all dressed in the same white casual attire. One of them respectfully brought a black box forward and presented it to Garen.
"Boss, this was just sent over. Deputy Commander Kaedun sent someone to send it over. "
Garon nodded, and took the box.
The surface of the black box was inlaid with light gold patterns, like messy silk threads, but upon closer inspection, there was some sort of pattern to it.
He opened the lock with a snap, and in the middle of the black silk cloth in the box, there was a slightly black copper mask. The mask was expressionless, and its forehead was filled with densely packed eyes. The entire surface of the mask was faintly visible with fine skin texture, and it was very lifelike.
"The second one …" Garon reached out his hand and gently touched the mask. Waves of cool potential value aura instantly flowed into his palm.
Just by a rough feeling, the total potential value in this mask should be above forty to fifty points. What made him most satisfied was that this mask itself had the ability to continuously generate potential value aura, it seemed to be able to grow automatically, and also store a certain amount of potential value.
If the imitation could achieve this effect, he wondered what it would be like to collect all twelve of them.
Garon carefully touched the texture of the mask, and felt waves of cool aura continuously flowing into his hand. He estimated that the growth rate of one mask was about 0.1 potential value aura per day. This way, if he had twelve masks, then he would be able to automatically receive a little potential value every day. This was a huge income for a Witch Doctor in this world that was extremely lacking in potential points. It would definitely be very impressive over time.
"Did Kaedun say anything else?" Garon opened his mouth and asked.
"In the afternoon two days ago, Lord Jay and Lord Hera were attacked. Commander Kaedun personally went out to escort the masks, and managed to avoid the sneak attack. He counterattacked and captured two of their members. After interrogation, it was said that the largest Bailey Group in England took the initiative to implicate the Primary Colors. "The subordinate quickly reported.
"Bailey Group?" Garon repeated this name. "What's the situation? Now. "
"Things aren't looking good. Lady Hera is heavily injured, and Commander Kaedun has already rushed over to deal with the situation. Lady Jaye has suffered heavy losses. Although she herself is fine, at least 50% of her subordinates have been killed." This subordinate was one of Garon's personnel who had recently been tasked with handling intelligence for him. It was not just him, there was also another small organization that was specially set up similar to the Staff and Advisors Center. The people in this circle usually had their own identities, but once there was a situation, they would all gather together to deal with the troubles and problems that the combat club and the Nighthawks were facing.
They usually gave various plans and strategies to the leaders like Jay and Kaedun.
Large amounts of information and intelligence would be sent here in an endless stream. Once the results and conclusions were obtained, they would quickly be sent back to the various leaders. It could be considered a response planning room.
Of course, these people were all smart people that Garon and Kaedun had invited from all over the world. Some of them were even university professors, and some of them were even professors from Garon's own school. After practicing the Waterbird Fist and experiencing the pleasure that was even better than taking drugs, they were completely unable to leave the combat club. Most of these people were like that. Although they were smart, when faced with the temptation of the Waterbird Fist, they were willing to stay in the combat club and give advice to Garon.
"Bailey Group, Primary Colors Group …" Garon was unhappy. In fact, these three subordinates had brought him a lot of convenience. In the previous incident with the Stone Clock of Fortune, they had brought him a lot of benefits. In the situation where he himself had only obtained one Stone Clock, Jay had even snatched several Stone Clocks for him, saving him a lot of energy.
And this time, Kaedun had also found a second mask for him. If he were to look for it himself, who knew how much time and energy he would have to spend. He would not randomly wander around the private exhibition for no reason.
If he wanted to continue leisurely practicing his Secret Techniques and at the same time continuously gain potential points, it seemed like he would have to move his hands this time.
Originally, because of the trouble with the Void Creatures and the Nine-Headed Dragon King Nadia, he did not want to interfere too much with the matters in the real world. He did not want to spend too much energy and time in the real world, but now it seemed like he really had to put in some effort.
"Gather the Nighthawks immediately. Everyone gather at Kaedun's place. Be careful on the way." He muttered to himself and immediately gave the order.
His subordinates quickly recorded the original words at the side, not changing a single word.
"Also, record down the list of all the forces that attacked us this time."
It seemed like he had to increase the strength of Bald Head and the others, or else it would be troublesome if he had to do it himself.
It just so happened that he had recently perfected the Shooting Shadow Secret Technique, turning it into the Shooting Shadow Secret Technique. It had a whole set of hidden yet tyrannical killing techniques. Furthermore, he had inherited the intense pleasure of practicing the Waterbird Fist. With the addition of the Soul Primer, the entire Shooting Shadow Secret Technique had become a powerful Demonic Secret Technique that was comparable to the Waterbird Fist.
Bald Head and the others had already practiced the Shooting Shadow Secret Technique to an extremely high level. The three leaders had already reached the highest level, the sixth level of the Shooting Shadow Secret Technique. If they were to practice the perfected version, their progress would be abnormally fast.
Garon had already combined the two Secret Techniques that he had perfected and compiled them into a Demonic Secret Technique Classic, called the Demonic Book for short.
The Two-Faced Waterbird Fist and the Shooting Shadow Secret Technique, these two inheritances would become the core pillars of the Demonic Book.
Thinking about it carefully, Bald Head and the others were indeed a little weak. After working diligently for him for so many years, the teachings that they received were not as good as Hochman, Dahm, and the others. It was indeed very unfair to them.
Garon decided in his heart that in order to counter the style of the Shooting Shadow Secret Technique that could only be used for stealth and assassination, he would create a Secret Technique for the Nighthawks to make up for their lack of direct combat. Just like this time, the three leaders of the Nighthawks were somewhat powerless after being ambushed and forced into a positional battle. The opponent was purely pushing them forward without any gaps at all.
The opposite of the Shooting Shadow was Light Rush, which was also known for its speed. Garon already had a slight idea of how to go about it.
'You want to deal with these trivial matters? They're just subordinates, they won't be able to grow without experiencing setbacks. Even if they die, it's just because they're not strong enough. They have a higher starting point and foundation than those people, but they still can't beat them, so they can't blame you. 'Black Sethe said.
"You don't have any subordinates in Ancient Endor, do you?" Garon asked back.
'Are you trying to say that with my attitude and style, it's impossible to gather a huge force?' Black Sethe immediately understood what he was trying to say.
"Forces are for convenience and convenience. I'm just a little busy, and I usually have subordinates to do it for me. Compared to a busy life all day long, which is better and more convenient to practice Secret Techniques, this depends on your own opinion."
'You're not really collecting antique masks just because of that illusory force field, are you?' Black Sethe was not stupid, he naturally saw that Garon's intentions were wrong.
Garon did not answer.
"Prepare a plane ticket for me, I'll personally go to Berlin tomorrow."
"Yes."
Garon picked up the mask, turned around and walked towards another quiet room. He needed time to absorb the potential value of the mask, which was just right for him to level up his Secret Technique.
*****
Elvin, England
Bailey Manor
The sun was shining brightly, and there were no clouds in the sky.
Kabb sat in the study room in his pajamas, wearing his glasses as he carefully read the information in his hands.
After he finished reading, he put down the information and pondered for a while.
"How's the situation at Viper's side?"
Medis, who was sitting opposite him, quickly answered.
"The opponent is very stubborn, Viper lost a few men before they could seriously injure Hera, but unfortunately, they were still unable to capture or kill her."
"Then what about White Phoenix?"
"Baldy Kaedun was lucky, he went out and was not at the base, he only had one of his subordinates disguise as him to guard the base. They only killed a substitute, but Baldy counterattacked and severely injured two of his men, I'm afraid the opponent already knows that our Bailey Group is involved. Boss, it's best if you prepare early. "Medis reminded.
Kabb nodded.
"The Nighthawks are still very stubborn, as expected of Africa's number one mercenary group, the three leaders alone, each of their own strength is equivalent to one of Europe's top ten mercenary groups. With this kind of strength, if they were to gather together, perhaps even our number one Titan would not be able to match up to them. "
"That's true." Medis expressed her agreement.
"The Nighthawk King's reaction should be to gather all the members, right? The location would either be where Baldy is, or Berlin where Hera is. There should be no need to guess, Baldy is the vice leader, he controls the actual strength of the entire group, and Hera is his woman, with Baldy's personality, he would not watch his woman get attacked without doing anything, so he would definitely rush to Berlin. "
He picked up another piece of information and browsed through it.
"The Nighthawk King probably does not appear in public for a reason, in the Stone Clock of Fortune incident, he only appeared officially after his subordinates were crippled, there is obviously some reason restricting him, so the biggest possibility is that he will not appear for now, and let Baldy and the others gather together to deal with the situation."
"This is only a possibility, what if he appears?" Medis asked.
"That's not a problem." Kabb smiled, "Berlin is your territory, no matter how strong he is, he is only one person, plus the Primary Colors' powerhouses are still waiting for him, if necessary, you can secretly help him a little, but you must pay attention to it, the methods must not be exposed, we must show that we are forced, the Primary Colors and White Phoenix are their biggest opponents. We do not need to be deeply involved, we just need to act like a bystander, under the circumstances where we do not actively participate, no matter who wins or loses, we will at most spend some money to avoid disaster, and try to let the Primary Colors deal with the Nighthawks. Remember, we are forced to participate, in reality it has nothing to do with us. It is White Phoenix who asked us to take the initiative. "
Kabb's gaze became unfathomable.
"This way, we will have the benefits, and the risk will not make them fight to the death, their biggest enemy is the Primary Colors …"
"Boss, you are hedging the risk …" Medis smiled.
"That's a bit of it." Kabb was stunned for a moment, then suddenly smiled.
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