White mist had started to spread throughout Huaishan City without anyone noticing.
The streets and alleys were filled with this kind of smoke-like mist.
Blue Tree Street
In a light yellow building, a man in a white suit was walking slowly on the sidewalk, twirling a small set of keys on his finger.
"What a nice mission … I can come out and rest, and I don't have to be with those three idiots. I can also enjoy the taste of a little girl. "
The man was mumbling something with a bright smile on his face. His eyes were fixed on a petite girl not far away from him.
The girl was Ying Er, who was out shopping. She was wearing a white T-shirt and a pair of low-waisted jeans. Her perky butt was perfectly accentuated, her legs were long, and her waist was small. Although her breasts were not fully developed, and her face was not very beautiful. But this young and energetic body was the type that White Horse liked the most.
White Horse followed closely behind her. His eyes fell on the girl's butt, which was slightly deformed as she walked, and he could not help but swallow his saliva.
"If there are fewer people in front, I can make my move …" He calculated the distance and became more and more impatient.
After following for a while, Ying Er turned right into a narrow alley while humming a song.
White Horse was overjoyed. He quickly followed her and sped up. He was getting more and more impatient. A white handkerchief that was tampered with secretly appeared in his hand.
* Pah pah pah … *
Suddenly, footsteps came from the corner in front of him. Three tall men slowly walked out of the alley. All three of them had large and small golden earrings on their left ears.
The three of them were blocked by White Horse at the entrance of the alley.
"Get out of my way!" The handsome man in the lead lowered his head with a gloomy face. Obviously, he was in a bad mood.
This man was wearing a brown collared windbreaker. His hands were in his pockets. His dazzling red hair was like a flame in the white mist, faintly giving off a sense of freshness. The number 6 was clearly engraved on the golden earring on his ear.
"Insignificant mortal …" The man in the white suit's smiling face suddenly became gloomy. "How dare you talk to me with such a tone …"
The red-haired man was stunned. He did not expect anyone to talk to him like that. Suddenly, he was a little surprised and laughed.
"It's been a long time since someone dared to talk to me like that …" He reached out his right hand from his pocket. "Looks like you're one of the people who's been following the expert's family … Just in time to give him a gift …"
"You talk big, but a mortal is still a mortal." White Horse sneered. He took off his black glove with his right hand, revealing the black pentagram tattoo on the back of his hand. "I'm going to dig out your eyes for my newest collection." An inexplicable force began to swirl around him.
"You don't know what's good for you …" The red-haired man waved his hand, and the two people beside him slowly backed away. Strangely, a blood-red scar slowly appeared under the man's right eye. It was like a woman's eyeshadow, charming and sharp.
Phew …
A gust of wind blew past, stirring up a few fallen leaves on the ground.
*****
Garon sprinted through the streets, occasionally giving way to a few passers-by on the sidewalk. His clothes had been taken off and tucked under his armpits, and they were all stained with blood.
"Damn it … Please don't let anything happen to you!!" His face was cold, but his heart was getting more and more anxious.
It would take at least twenty to thirty minutes to walk from Pennington Street to Blue Tree Street, but it only took him ten minutes to get home. Unfortunately, his parents were out, and his sister, Ying Er, was not home. Garon quickly ran out of his house and searched along the streets.
As he ran, he tried to figure out where his sister had gone.
"At this time, so early, she should be at the market, or maybe at the fruit shop!"
After hesitating for a while, Garon decisively ran toward the market.
The scenery on both sides of the road quickly passed by. In Garon's eyes, only the street in front of him was clear.
He turned a corner, and turned right! He ran for a few hundred meters. He turned left again!
Bam!
Suddenly, a muffled sound came from the cold street in front of him.
Amidst the white fog, a blurry silhouette flew backward and rolled a few times on the ground. It crashed into Garen's boots and stopped.
Garen stopped in his tracks and lowered his head to look at the man who was rolling over.
His white suit was so dirty that it was almost impossible to see his original color, as it was covered in gray and black stains. Only half of his originally neat hairstyle was still neat. Most importantly, this person's arms were twisted in an unnatural way. It was obvious that they were fractured.
Suddenly, Garon noticed that there was a black pentagram tattoo on the back of this person's right hand.
"It's the same tattoo as the other people just now …"
He bent down and grabbed this person's collar, and lifted him into the air.
"You're White Horse?" He asked in a low voice. He only needed to adjust his breathing for a while before returning to normal.
"It's you … Hehe … I didn't think that I would die in the hands of a mortal …" White Horse laughed softly. Suddenly, his voice stopped, and his pupils were completely dilated, without any signs of life.
Garon shook him in shock, and suddenly saw that on the right side of White Horse's neck, there was a black blood vessel that extended all the way to the black pentagram on the back of his right hand.
Throwing the body away, Garon let out a sigh of relief, and walked a few steps forward. The situation in front of him suddenly became clear from the fog.
At the entrance of a narrow alley, three tall men with gold earrings sat on the ground with tired faces. One of the red-haired men had dark red blood coming out of his nose and mouth.
Hearing the footsteps, the red-haired man looked up.
"It's you." He suddenly relaxed. "Damn it, I thought another monster like that would come!" He cursed, and struggled to stand up with the help of the wall.
"I say, Expert, what kind of monster did you provoke? He even released his Qigong! Luckily I arrived in time, or your sister would have been in real danger. "
Garon didn't know what was going on, and just shook his head silently. He noticed that the number six was engraved on the man's earrings.
"Number six, Golden Hoop, I owe you one." He looked at the other two. "How are they?"
"Two temporary subordinates who practice Hard Qigong. They blocked for me, but it looks like they won't make it." The red-haired man shook his head. "I'll take care of their families." After that, he suddenly stared fiercely at Garon.
"I've already taken care of such a big matter for you! Don't tell me you don't want to join Golden Hoop!! Otherwise, don't blame me for being hostile! "
Garon was speechless, and could only smile bitterly.
"Here!" The red-haired man threw a small gold earring to Garon.
Garon caught it accurately, and looked at it. It was a gold earring with the number nine engraved on it. It was only the size of a fingernail, and looked very delicate.
"Is this a temporary replacement for Golden Hoop Number Nine?"
"Not temporary. Didn't you almost kill Golden Hoop Number Ten? This ranking is reasonable. "Number six sneered.
"You even know this?" Garon was stunned.
"The characteristics of your technique are too obvious, including your whereabouts."
Garon was speechless and shrugged.
"Okay, go check on your sister. I have to ask someone to take care of this place." The red-haired man wiped the blood from his mouth and nose, and walked towards the dead bodies.
Garon quickened his pace along the alley. This was the path that his sister Ying Er took the most. After running for a short distance, Ying Er's back finally appeared in Garon's field of vision.
He rushed out and hugged his sister in front of him.
"Ying Er!"
Ying Er suddenly felt a familiar smell hugging her. She was carrying the tomatoes and potatoes that she just bought, and she was so scared that she almost dropped them on the ground.
"Brother! What are you doing! We're still on the street. Don't you feel embarrassed!? "She wanted to break free, but she realized that she was too weak. She twisted her body a few times, but there was nothing she could do. She could only let Garon hug her tightly.
"Ying Er … I'm so glad you're okay …" Garon tightly hugged his sister who was half a head shorter than him.
"What do you mean I'm okay?" Ying Er was hugged from behind, and her butt was directly pressed against Garon's crotch. She was already feeling very awkward. "Let go of me! Or I'll get angry! "
"Okay okay … I'll let go." Garon also felt that something was wrong. He quickly let go and breathed a sigh of relief. There were not many people around, and most of them just looked at the two of them ambiguously. Obviously, they misunderstood that they were a couple.
"Where's mom and dad?" Garon asked in a low voice, not caring about the stares of the people around him.
"They went to buy charcoal and firewood. It's almost winter, and these things have to be prepared. Otherwise, it'll be troublesome when it gets cold." Ying Er lifted the vegetables and fruits in her hand. "It's your turn. Consider it your punishment for scaring me just now!" She directly stuffed the bag into Garon's hand.
"Okay!" Garon relaxed and felt a lot better.
"I still have to go buy more vegetables. Follow me, don't lose me." Ying Er turned around and continued to walk forward, rushing towards the sidewalk not far away. There were various vegetable stalls on both sides of the road, and some young and middle-aged women who had woken up early were already strolling around and choosing vegetables.
Garon carried the vegetables with one hand, and gently put the other hand into his pocket to pinch the golden earring.
"I owe the Golden Hoop a big favor this time … But it's not a bad thing. At least my family's safety is guaranteed. If the Golden Hoop's background is really like what Number 8 said … "
If it was true, then joining the Golden Hoop would be a good thing for Garon no matter how he looked at it. However, he would have to be more careful when facing Detective Dale in the future. If he was not careful, that guy might discover his secret identity.
Taking a deep breath, Garon was too lazy to think about these things. Thinking back to the old man's accident, his mood suddenly became gloomy and heavy.
"From the looks of the three people just now, the old man must have been a very, very powerful person. Just his name alone was enough to scare people to that extent. Then who is the master that the three people mentioned? But … "
A trace of coldness flashed through Garon's eyes.
"No matter who did this to you … I will definitely avenge you … definitely."
Suddenly, a fishy sweetness rushed up from his chest. Garon quickly covered his mouth and swallowed it down. His entire throat was filled with a sticky smell of blood.
It was the internal injury that he received from killing the three black-clothed men in one go. After that, he did not have much time to heal himself. He ran out like crazy and persisted for more than ten minutes before he could rest.
If it was not for Garon's strong body, any other Secret Martial Artist would have been lying on the ground, unable to move.
"That ability is very similar to psychokinesis. It's very powerful. If it's not broken by pure strength, other types of martial artists would have a hard time dealing with it. Maybe I can find some clues from the corpse … "
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