Mysterious journey

‘You think highly of her? ’ Hesas spoke again.

"Do you like her? No, compared to those two seeds, I just admire her at most." Garen shook his head.

‘Those two seeds? ’ Hesas didn’t understand. He didn’t know everything Garen had done in school before.

Garen smiled and didn't answer much.

"Aisaro's skills are beyond the scope of ordinary people, even reaching the level of Bald and the others. Such a result is just self-taught. What if I give her a little pointer in the direction?"

‘You’re really boring. ’ Hesas said, ‘There are too many geniuses in the world, I think you are too bored. ’

"Perhaps." Garen did not tell Hesas that he could sense the differences between sisters Alisha and Asaro. He had no intention of explaining, but just laid a little foreshadowing casually. Maybe it will come in handy later.

"We should go back."

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"Horseman!!!"

Crazy roar.

The strong black man swung his dagger and rushed towards the bespectacled Hossiman. His movements were like the wind, and his speed was so fast that he actually created a faint shadow.

In an open space near a garbage dump, Hossiman quietly leaned against the black car, wearing a black windbreaker and looking coldly at the black man who rushed towards him.

Bang!

A side kick swept hard from the right side of Horseman and hit the black man's waist accurately, knocking him to the ground.

It was a tall, bald, muscular man, with shiny white muscles that looked like metal, glowing with a hard and terrifying color. He bumped his fists and walked out with a grin. Pick up the black man on the ground.

"How stupid! You dare to resist the powerful Lord Hosiman." The white bald man chuckled. He grabbed the black man's neck with his right hand and squeezed it, like squeezing a chicken. With a click, the neck bones of the black man's neck were directly crushed, and the look in his eyes quickly dimmed.

Hossiman lowered his head, lit a cigarette, and took a puff.

"Is there anything you haven't finished yet?"

"No more, this is the last one." The white man's bald head bowed his head and replied respectfully. He was a murderer selected by his family, but he never obeyed any personal command from the family. At this time, he bowed to the man in front of him like a sheep.

"My lord's plan should be implemented smoothly."

"There will always be disobedient things jumping out." Hossiman said calmly, "A lot of people have been attacked in the area recently. You can take people to patrol and deal with those who are in trouble. The situation seems to be a bit chaotic recently. "

"yes."

Hossiman turned around, opened the car door, and sat sideways.

Looking out the window at the slowly moving city scenery in the distance, Hossiman closed his eyes slightly.

"Let's investigate the information about the weirdos who attacked us last night."

The driver in front nodded silently and made no sound.

Hossiman was slightly lost in thought. He could feel that his secret martial arts had gradually reached an indescribable level. The feeling of constantly strengthening and evolving himself was so intoxicating. Just last night, when he was inspecting his subordinate branches, he was attacked by someone. They were guys who were very skilled in using firearms. A few capable subordinates couldn't resist it.

Hoseman personally shot and killed several people on the spot to stabilize the situation, but the origins of these people are unknown.

Looking at the slowly accelerating scenery outside the car window, he gradually fell into deep thought.

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"If this kind of garbage comes in again, kill it immediately." Dam stepped on the face of the person lying on the ground with his feet, his face full of disgust. He was dressed in bright red unisex clothing, with two large black characters embroidered on his shoulders, which happened to be the compound word for Dam, half on one side.

The dozen or so tall and strong men surrounding him all lowered their heads and responded with a hint of fear on their faces.

"Drag him out." Dam put his foot hard on the head of the person under his feet, and kicked him until he heard a crunch. He didn't know whether he was alive or dead.

A strong man quickly dragged the person on the ground away.

The rest of the people gathered around Dam and walked to the main seat of the conference room and sat down.

Dam's face became more and more feminine, and his whole person seemed to be exuding a feminine temperament all the time, but there was no feminine softness at all, but the sharp and sharp angles.

Although his temperament is becoming more and more neutral, the masculine edges of his face are still the same. Unexpectedly, he also put on bright red lipstick, light purple eye shadow, and a thin layer of foundation on his face. Her ears were also pierced and she wore two shining diamond stud earrings.

"Recently, people have been randomly breaking into our headquarters. They are really desperate. The government has sent enough people to assist us in our operations, but I refused directly. It just so happened that I lacked some experimental materials, and my Phaseless Water Bird Fist has not been completely perfected. I just need some live bodies to try it myself.”

His voice deliberately sounded like a falsetto that didn't sound like a male voice. It was sharp and harsh, making people's hair stand on end.

"Marshal Dam, those who broke in were very fast. We heard the news from some channels. It is rumored that they are probably members of the McCall Group, and they have huge power behind them."

"Huge?" Dam chuckled. He already knew the identities of the intruders. He had just received the news from his family that the McCall Group was now ambitious and wanted to expand aggressively. They belonged to a gray company, half black and half a century old.

"There are still people who desperately want to fight against us?" Dam stuck out his tongue and licked his fingers. "The McCall Group hired some mercenaries, thinking that black hands can win by breaking the rules? How ridiculous."

"But these are just minor troubles, mainly from Hosiman's side." Dam looked at the strong woman sitting at the table at the back.

"Hoseman's side is also being attacked now, but I don't know who the opponent is." The woman answered quickly.

Dam touched his chin, as if looking for an unshaven beard.

The subordinates around him looked at him fearfully, fearing that something might suddenly happen to him. Dam is famous for being moody, and he may take it out on others if he disobeys or does not go his way. Moreover, he will often just pat you lightly with his hand. After you return, you may urinate blood and suffer kidney failure the next day. Lying in the hospital forever.

Rumor has it that both he and Horseman are members of an organization called the Fighting Club. Both of them have become leaders of the younger generation of their respective families, occupying most of the family's industry, and some of their disobedient subordinates have also been replaced by them. people.

"Where's that cute little apple?" Dam suddenly asked.

"She has safely left the United States and has been delivered to Asia by our people. We don't know the specific location." A subordinate quickly answered.

"I really want to see what Hosiman's expression will be when he knows this." A smile appeared at the corner of Dam's mouth.

He didn't notice at all that his skin was getting whiter and more transparent.

The transformation into white jade, the fourth level of illusion, and the seeds taking root and sprouting in his body have made his whole body's energy and spirit unconsciously merge into one, reaching an unprecedentedly powerful level.

"Marshal! Another challenge!" A subordinate's shout could be heard faintly outside the door. "It's Redman, the underground boxing champion with the gold belt from Eastern Europe."

Dam stood up.

"It seems that there is another experimental subject who is willing to die for the bounty." He licked his lips and quickly walked out of the conference room under everyone's standing gaze.

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time flies.

In the blink of an eye, it has been more than half a year since Garen returned to school.

He doesn't go to the fighting club very much anymore. He spends more time disappearing and disappearing. He no longer lives in a dormitory, but rents a house by himself.

Apart from his normal daily classes, he gradually kept a low profile and concentrated on dreaming practice. The first step was to train himself to understand that he was dreaming. This step took him several months.

Perhaps his talent in this area is indeed not very good. This progress really disappointed him.

And from his intelligence network on the Nighthawk Mercenary Group in the mercenary world, rumors of a mysterious organization called the Fighting Society have begun to spread in the current mercenary world.

It is rumored that all the members of the fighting club are elite masters. After Seidon of the fighting club completely disappeared due to manslaughter not long ago, the rumors about the fighting club became more widespread.

When Seidon was shot by someone, he directly killed six people in a row and disappeared without a trace in the end. Killing six opponents in a row when all the opponents had guns undoubtedly caused a ripple in the mercenary community in the entire fighting world.

In addition, there is no need to mention Damu and Hoseman from the fighting club. Both of them are extremely ferocious and powerful terrifying characters. Their skills cannot even be affected by firearms, and they have simply reached the point of inhumanity.

As the two became more and more famous and powerful, there were more and more rumors about the inheritance of the mysterious and powerful fighting club. The school's fighting club has gradually become an empty shell after several people have left or stopped going, but despite this, many people still come here. .

Garen did not expect this to happen. The reason why Damhosiman is so powerful and progresses so fast is actually due to him. The power they use is largely based on his soul seed. .

The conflict between the blood clan did not involve this state at this time, or in other words, there seemed to be no movement in many states in this direction, as if the civil war among the blood clan was simply a matter in another world.

Garen ignored these slowly changing things, and concentrated all his energy on practicing the technique of detecting dreams. The success rate is not very high, only about three out of ten times are successful. You need to constantly emphasize before going to bed to hint that you are about to fall asleep and dream, but this hint does not seem to be very effective.

Hesas proposed to use some medicine to assist, but Gallon rejected it.

Hesas proposed another method, which is to concentrate on looking at your hands. Before going to bed, carefully remember the details of your hands. When you fall asleep, you only have one thought, and that is to look at your hands.

This method seemed to be more effective. After trying it many times, Gallon slowly felt that his success rate was improving.

But sometimes his attention would be distracted by inexplicable associations and strange scenes in his dreams, and then he would drift off to an unknown place.

Unfortunately, he cannot enter the dreamland anytime and anywhere. He can only enter when he wants to rest, otherwise his body's biological clock will be disrupted.