"Welcome?" Was it really a welcome?
Garon understood in his heart. After the battle in Wellington, Hochman and Dahm's strength had reached a new level. That battle was a qualitative change and the seeds in their bodies had also improved. With their temperament, how could they be willing to be controlled by the Holy Fist Palace forever?
Gunshots were heard outside the car. Garon sat quietly in the car, motionless, waiting for the sounds outside to end.
Not long after, the gunshots stopped. Then, there was the sound of heavy objects being pulled out one by one and smashed onto the ground.
Hochman and Dahm's undercover subordinates in the car were all cleaned up. Not a single one was left.
Soon, there was the sound of the car door opening and closing again.
The adjutant got back into the car and said respectfully.
"Captain, the people in the third car have all been cleaned up."
"Continue the journey," Garon said calmly.
The car continued to start the engine and moved forward.
As time passed, the drivers changed shifts twice. Finally, the road ahead was slowly repaired, and some simple guardrails appeared at the edge of the road. Billboards gradually passed by the roadside.
Soon, cars appeared in front of them. Most of them were off-road jeeps. Pedestrians also gradually appeared on the roadside.
"We're about to reach Ansett," the female member driving said softly.
Garon nodded and opened his eyes. Suddenly, he looked at the road ahead that was getting wider and wider.
"Prepare to stop the car."
"Yes." The female member did not have any objections. She quickly contacted the car behind through the communication device and began to slow down.
Soon, there were two cars waiting by the roadside on the road ahead. The two cars seemed to be separated from each other. They seemed to have heard the sound of the engine from afar. Some people came down from the cars on the left and right.
Walking at the front was Hochman and Dahm. One of them was dressed in a black shirt and trousers, and the other was dressed in a tight red leather jacket. He had a slender figure. It looked strange and inexplicable.
Hochman and Dahm looked at the approaching car from afar and slowly lowered their heads respectfully.
Garon, who was in the car, had a faint smile on his face.
The car slowly stopped less than five meters in front of the two of them and stopped by the roadside.
Garon opened the car door and got down. His gaze swept across the two people in front of him.
"You guys sure came quickly," he said indifferently.
"Teacher is in trouble. As disciples, we naturally rush over to help as soon as possible. This is a matter of course." Hochman replied in a low voice, "We've already made all the necessary arrangements. We'll go to the airport in front of us immediately, and the private jet will take off directly to New York. Please get in the car. "
"Everything over at the Holy Fist Palace has been arranged. Teacher, you don't have to worry." Dahm, who was beside him, replied respectfully with a strange half-male, half-female voice.
"What a good disciple of mine …" Garon smiled with satisfaction as he strode towards the most luxurious and exquisite car that had been prepared behind the two of them.
Behind him, Hochman and Dahm clenched their fists almost at the same time. A strange atmosphere quietly filled the air. The hidden power gathered bit by bit, like the calm before the storm.
Both of them unconsciously glanced at Garon's defenseless back from the corner of their eyes.
Garon's face looked abnormally defeated. This was the first time they had ever seen Garon in such a sorry state. Although they did not know the reason, this was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity …
Dahm's body was faintly burning with a blood-red aura. His right hand slowly clenched and then loosened. The blood-red nail polish on his five fingers became even redder.
Pa!
Suddenly, a hand grasped his right arm.
Dahm was shocked. He looked up and saw Hochman. He was shaking his head slightly at him.
Pa!
The sound of a car door being opened could be heard from the front.
The two of them did not dare to make any more movements. They quickly separated and followed closely behind.
"I just received news that all my people have been wiped out. They were on the way back last night." Hochman secretly sent a message to Dahm. The latter's heart skipped a beat.
The two of them faintly glanced at Garon in the car in front of them. They were shocked to find that Garon was not looking at them. However, their bodies could still instinctively feel an inexplicable gaze from Garon.
"Let's go! Back to the headquarters! "
Hochman said softly.
Dahm took a deep breath. After the previous torture, he had lost a lot of weight. His eyes flashed with a hint of coldness as he followed Hochman closely.
*****
Half a month later …
Wellington Manor.
"What?! Those three people have all come out! "In the dark hall, an old voice suddenly sounded with a strong sense of shock.
A figure in a black cloak was half-kneeling below.
"Four days ago, the Second Elder went out of Kaska and went missing. He did not leave any news behind. We are already looking for him urgently. Elder Tu Lan wants you to contact him personally. "
The figure said softly.
"That guy …" The old voice lowered. "Get up first, Pigus."
"Thank you, Great Elder." The black cloak stood up respectfully. "Great Elder, I have something that I have just found around the family's secret passage. After our appraisal, there is a 70% chance that this item is an important item that belongs to the people of the Holy Fist Palace."
"Oh?" The Great Elder sat on the high seat with a hint of surprise on his face. "Bring it up."
"Yes." The black cloak quickly took out a small box from his body. It had a black outer shell and no one knew what was inside.
He respectfully held it with both hands and walked to the Great Elder's seat to present it.
"This is?" The Great Elder reached out to take the item and opened the box.
There was actually nothing inside!
Boom!!!
The black cloak's hands suddenly turned into sharp claws and slammed into the Great Elder's chest.
Hahahaha!!
The black cloak was torn apart as if an invisible force had directly torn it into pieces.
Pigus's sinister smile was revealed under the cloak.
"Great Elder, Master Dahm of the Holy Fist Palace sends his greetings!"
Boom!!!
The Great Elder's fist landed on Pigus's body and sent him flying.
Pigus was sent flying and slammed into the wall. After a large dent was formed, he was bounced out and rolled on the ground. After more than ten rolls, his entire chest was directly penetrated.
However, his deep laughter still echoed in the hall.
"You … You …!" The Great Elder's chest caved in. Even if he was an upper-level Blood Breed, being hit in the chest by a Middle-level Blood Breed under normal circumstances while being unprepared was not something that could be ignored easily.
What frightened him even more was that the area where he was hit was itching unbearably. It was as if there were countless little bugs constantly trying to burrow into the depths of the wound.
He stared at Pigus below in shock and anger. This was the core of the Wellington Family. Usually, only the Elders could enter and the soundproofing was extremely strong. Pigus had always been his most trusted confidant. He was also an elite among the Middle-level Blood Breeds.
Pigus, who was on the ground, got up with difficulty. With extremely agile movements, he quickly retreated and widened the distance between the two of them in a few flashes.
"Great Elder, the glory of the Wellington Family has passed. A wise man submits to circumstances. This is the ancient saying of the East. As long as you are willing to surrender, Master Dahm of the Holy Fist Palace will definitely not treat you badly. He will definitely put you in an important position!"
A cunning and ruthless expression appeared on his face.
"You … Why did you betray me …" The Great Elder felt the itching in his chest rapidly spreading to his entire body. His self-healing ability was actually of no use. He was not a combatant in the first place. He only had the constitution of an upper-level Blood Breed. He could not fight at all. In actual combat, he could at most suppress a Middle-level Blood Breed.
"Only by pledging allegiance to the Holy Fist Palace can you learn the supreme Fist Arts. This is true power! As members of the Secret Party, didn't we originally gather together to pursue power? "
This Middle-level Blood Breed, Pigus, had already been controlled by the Waterbird Fist Primer that Dahm had taught him.
After the battle of Wellington, Dahm and Hochman began to try to teach the Waterbird Fist and set primers with auras to control the Blood Breeds.
This method was indeed very effective. It could control the life and death of the Blood Breeds. However, the most crucial step was still completed by Garon.
Generations of Blood Breeds originated from the bloodline suppression in their blood. The higher level could control the lower level and they could not resist. The difference in their strength was like heaven and earth. However, Garon's research on the soul and the body far surpassed this world. After some exploration, he finally solved this difficult problem.
Using the experience he gained from dissecting creatures in the Totem World, Garon successfully implanted his soul primer into the blood of the Blood Breeds and completely merged into one. He had achieved the goal of truly suppressing this blood instinct.
The final result was that within half a month after Garon's return, he had developed a secret technique to control the Blood Breeds and secretly controlled a group of Middle-level Blood Breeds. After obtaining the poison refined by old man AG, this scene appeared in front of his eyes.
*****
At the same time, in the barren mountains of South America.
"Dead Waterbird Fist!"
A red shadow flashed past in an instant, drawing a bloody red line in the air and gently landing on a large white boulder.
This was a narrow valley.
In the valley, a white figure was sent flying in an extremely sorry state. He crashed into the white stone wall at the side of the valley with a bang, causing large pieces of gravel and sand to fall.
After being attacked, the white figure's clothes were also stained with a layer of gray. He struggled to get up. Faint, hideous scars could be seen all over his body, face, and hands.
This was a pale, handsome man. His beautiful blue hair was stuck to his forehead due to sweat. Through the scars, one could still see his originally beautiful face.
He tried his best to turn around and look at the red figure standing on the boulder behind him. His eyes were filled with panic and fear.
"I hate people who are prettier than me the most …" An androgynous voice came from the boulder.
Boom!!
A terrifying wound suddenly appeared on the left side of the white-robed man's neck. Scarlet blood splashed out and fell to the ground. The blood strangely wanted to swim back, as if it was alive. It wanted to flow in the direction of the white-robed man, but it was immediately swept by a black shadow. Then, it quickly lost its vitality and solidified, turning into ordinary blood.
The white figure was heavily injured by this attack. Strangely, his neck was still recovering quickly. The wound was shrinking at a speed visible to the naked eye.
"You …!!" His face and eyes revealed a fear of death, a desire and pleading for life.
"No … Don't kill me … Don't!!" He wailed loudly and knelt on the ground weakly. This was not because he had no strength, but because he had completely lost the will to resist in his heart.
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