Mysterious journey

When he recalled this, Garen couldn't help but think of Andrela.

"Compared to me, Andrela can reach the level of a fighter at such an age. I don't know how much effort and experience it takes. No wonder his spirit is a bit abnormal. It is estimated that only such concentration and extremeness can Let him enter such a high level at such a young age. Compared to me, it's still considered cheating." He knew very well that he was not a genius.

Recalling all the young masters I have seen, only Andrela has entered the level of a fighter. Even Biou, the senior disciple of Red Sand Sword, showed the feeling that he was infinitely close to a fighter. He lacked the ability to fight. It's obviously a matter of courage. Maybe the martial arts cultivation level has been reached, but the spiritual cultivation level has not yet been reached.

After gathering his thoughts, Garen straightened his suit and strode out of the side hall toward the main entrance hall. Uncle Angel had already greeted him at the door in advance.

"There may be some trouble later. On the surface, they won't make things difficult for you because of my face, but I have no reason to get involved in the younger generation's troubles. You can only rely on yourself. I have also arranged for Vinia and the others to follow you. , pay attention to your own safety, don't rely on your martial arts training to fight with them head-on, do you understand?" his uncle whispered.

"I understand, uncle." Garen nodded helplessly.

Angel was then satisfied and reached out to touch his head, "I haven't seen you for a while, and you've grown taller again. In just over a year, you've grown so strong that the bean sprouts you used to have are completely invisible. Not bad, not bad." .”

He ruffled Garen's hair and laughed. Garen had no choice but to let him rub him.

"Okay, follow me in. Be careful and polite. Everyone inside is a powerful person with a much stronger background than your master. Building a good relationship will be good for you in the future."

"Okay." Garen could only nod in agreement.

As soon as he walked in, he saw Powell, the local governor of Huaishan City, in the corner. He was smiling and chatting with two middle-aged men with mustaches, playing the role of a foil.

"It seems that they are not ordinary characters." Garen suddenly became curious about his uncle's secret strength.

The strongest forces he came into contact with in the martial arts world were the Star Ring Sect and Su Lin's family. I just don’t know what level the more than ten people in the hall in front of me belong to in comparison.

But thinking about it, he still followed his uncle obediently, looking like a polite and gentle junior.

Not far away, two middle-aged men and women were looking at Garen and Angel as they entered.

"Is that the future heir chosen by Angel?" The woman was wearing a vermilion sleeveless dress with a close-fitting high collar, a golden ponytail tied diagonally, and narrow blue eyes, giving people a sharp and noble look. charm.

"Angel has worked hard for most of his life, and this time he wants to retire. However, his industry is between black and white, and it is not easy to escape unscathed." The man crossed his arms and had a golden hair on his chin. He has a mustache and his short hair is combed diagonally to the right, making him look extremely elegant.

"Indeed, it's time for a showdown after this banquet, right? There will probably be news tomorrow."

"We'll see." The woman chuckled. "Compared to this Galleon, I still prefer Dresima and Venus over there."

"Just with Angel's support, even if the Galleons are not good, they can still be considered a strong contender. They should be able to last a little longer. By the way, which side do you support, Delesima or Venus?" The man asked lowly. Asked.

"It depends on the situation. Both of them are leaders of the younger generation, and they have the support of forces behind them." The woman said nonchalantly, "You want to get me to support Delexima again, right? Although he is very good, I don't admire him. Type. Don’t say anything unnecessary.”

"You are alert." The man smiled bitterly, "Cheers."

"Cheers." The woman smiled and virtually raised her glass to clink it with him.

Garen followed his uncle and answered the elders' questions politely, with eyes constantly focused on him.

He smiled and nodded in response to the man in his thirties in front of his uncle, while quickly scanning his uncle Angel's face.

Growing up, he didn't know how much help he received from his uncle, and it was through this connection that he and his sister entered the academy. Although my uncle had a serious preference for boys over girls, he really had nothing to say to him. What he just couldn't figure out was that this time he suddenly wanted to hand over the industry to himself.

This is very abrupt.

He argued hard last time, but his uncle persisted. But even if Longbas failed to live up to his expectations, he would not simply give all his assets to himself.

And my uncle is only about forty years old this year

Thinking of his uncle's age, Garen's eyes became darker.

"elder brother"

Suddenly a weak voice came from behind.

Jia Long was slightly startled, turned his head, and saw his sister Ying'er standing behind him.

"Why are you alone? Where are your parents?"

"They didn't want to come, so they pushed her away." Ying'er was wearing a black waist dress with a knee-length skirt, long hair on her back, and a black hair tie in the middle. The face is rosy and smooth, the lips are pink, and the eyes have a watery sheen. It's obviously been specially dressed up.

"Pushed?" Garen was stunned. Although I had known that the relationship between my parents and my uncle had been cold since I was a child, I never imagined that it would reach this level.

Ying'er walked to Garen, stood side by side with him, and said hello to her uncle Angel.

Angel smiled and nodded in agreement.

"It's been a while, brother and sister, let's have a nice chat." He patted Garen on the shoulder. "I'll call you over soon, don't delay."

"good."

Garen had already vaguely sensed the dilemma his uncle was facing. Nod affirmatively.

"Brother, what's going on!?" Ying'er asked immediately as soon as her uncle left, with doubts, worries, and a hint of confusion and strangeness in her eyes. "Why didn't you go home to see me when you came back? And how come your uncle has such great power?"

Garen led her to a corner and found two quiet seats, and the two of them sat down.

"To be honest, I don't know the situation here. Suddenly my uncle wants me to inherit his property. I have no preparation at all." Garen himself was also confused, "But..." He vaguely guessed something, but he didn't Say it, "Forget it, I hope I can help get through this. Just leave these things alone. Just have me."

"But, why don't mom and dad come over? I rushed here because I heard you were here, brother, otherwise they wouldn't let me in." Ying'er asked puzzledly. She suddenly felt that whether it was her parents or the people in front of her, Even my brother who was so close to me suddenly became so strange.

"If they don't come, are they unwilling to come?" Garen thought thoughtfully. "I'll go back and take a look when it's over. I just came back. It's just that the master is seriously ill and has been unavailable for a while." What he said was the truth. Originally, he was not going to go home until everything was completely dealt with. I didn't expect to meet my sister here.

"You call me then, don't run away alone!" Ying'er felt uncomfortable at such a banquet. He couldn't help but get closer to his brother.

"I know." Garen smiled and leaned casually on the sofa.

At the cocktail party, some powerful and wealthy people complimented each other, made overt and covert remarks, and hid their wits. They all looked the same, but in fact there were many dangers. If you didn't pay attention to the reception, you might offend some narrow-minded people and get into trouble. A little careless drinking will reveal some key information about yourself. So everyone seemed reserved and polite, and was careful about every word they said.

Not long after Gallon sat with his sister, he saw his uncle waving to him not far away.

He quickly got up and walked over.

"Mr. Pangdi, this is my nephew Gallon. What do you think? Can you still see it? Gallon, why don't you say hello?" Angel smiled and patted Gallon on the shoulder. The other party is a major customer of his company group and cannot be ignored easily. And its own risk is also very high.

"Hello, Mr. Pondy." Gallon smiled and extended his hand to the other party.

The gray-haired man named Pondy glanced at Garen lightly.

"Hello, although it was Angel's recommendation, my impression of you is not very good. Of course, if you can satisfy me in the future, I may modify this impression."

"Mr. Pangdy." Angel interrupted in a low voice, "What do you mean by that?" He stared at the other person with bright eyes. When his nephew was scolded face to face, he naturally couldn't help but see it.

"It's not interesting." Pang Di smiled, "Angel, we have worked together for so many years. To be honest, I am very disappointed with your choice this time."

Garen stood behind and listened to him casually talking unfavorably to his uncle, but there was nothing strange in his heart.

Almost all the powerful people we met when we came together just now are like this, but they are not as obvious as him.

It's just that he didn't originally plan to inherit his uncle's property. His uncle was still young and wanted to abdicate at this age.

Suddenly he took a step forward, smiled and asked politely to Pang Di: "Then what can I do to satisfy you?"

Pang Di was stunned for a moment, as if he didn't expect Gallon to suddenly stand up and speak. He turned his head and took a closer look at Garen. Then he sneered.

"Do you know business? How much do you know about the classic cases in the shopping mall?"

"The information in this area is just information after all. I am very confident in my learning ability. You must have checked my relevant information, right?" Garen said calmly.

Pondy still sneered.

"So what? A young boy like you has come forward. You are not the orthodox heir, and your network of connections is much worse than the other two. If it weren't for your uncle's support, what qualifications do you have to stand here and talk to me? Lianmen Just ordinary students who can’t even get in.”

Garen frowned.

"Who didn't stand up from the foundation? Your words are a bit biased. I don't know what your requirements for a successor are, but I believe that if you choose me, I am confident that I can do it."

"Are you very confident? Do you think you can beat the other two candidates?" Pang Di laughed.

"If I can't compete, then how about you support me?" Garen said lightly.

"It's nothing, I just don't like you. Although I don't know how a nephew of yours managed to win Angel's consent, but it is a common practice for the property to be passed on to the orthodox eldest son of the family, so don't try to win it with such small means. Something that does not belong to you. No matter what you do! I will never agree to you as the heir."

It turns out that’s what they all thought.

Garen understood in his heart.

These people seemed to think that he was deliberately trying to coax his uncle to win over the family property, and his methods were despicable.

But even though he had no intention of inheriting his uncle's property, the other party's words were indeed a bit harsh. But he originally talked to him more about this just to understand the stance and attitude of these thermal energies.

It's just that Pang Di's indifferent attitude made him feel a little unhappy.

"Actually, I also want to say this. I think you are also very dissatisfied." Garen retorted. "Isn't it too early for you to interfere with your uncle's decision?"

"What happened to Angel?" Pang Di's expression turned cold.

"Okay Pang Di, that's it." The uncle's face darkened.

Pang Di snorted coldly, and when he glanced at Gallon, a trace of fear appeared on his face. He obviously knew some information about Gallon, and then walked away. This is to give Angel face.

Although no one here was afraid of anyone else, they were all on equal footing, so he didn't need to look at Angel's face at all.

"Okay, Gallon, don't be angry. Pondy's eldest son supports Venus, and Delesima and Venus are two representatives of the younger generation from my wife's side. You can go down and see them alone later. Meet."

Angel knew quite a bit about his nephew. Although he didn't know the process of the recent incident at Manleyton Company, the result was clear. Galen borrowed the connections of the special forces from who knows where and took down the entire Manleyton Company in one fell swoop. This also impressed him. So he didn't want Garen to have any grudge against Pang Di. After all, the other party is a good friend of his who has worked with him for many years.

"It's okay, uncle." Garen smiled. "How about I go meet other peers now?"

"Okay, I'll have someone accompany you." Angel pondered for a moment, feeling that the attitude of the guests above was not very good. The benefit to Garen is too small, just let him go down and meet other juniors.

Soon, a slender man in a dark blue suit followed Garen under the arrangement of his uncle. In addition, a waiter led the two people out of the banquet hall and entered another small reception room through the side door.

The small living room can only accommodate a few dozen people. The walls and ceiling are all light yellow, the floor is covered with a white wool blanket, and the wall lamps on the walls emit soft yellow light.

There were more than twenty young men and women standing or sitting scattered in the hall.

A large part of them gathered around the two people, and only two or three people stood in the corner inconspicuously.

As soon as Garen entered, he immediately saw the two central figures who were extremely eye-catching.

The young man with thick black eyebrows on the left looks very mature. He is holding a black drink in his hand and taking a sip from time to time. He is listening carefully to what his companion is saying, his eyes a little careless. From the few words spoken around him, he could faintly hear that others called him Dresima.

The person on the right has short blue hair, black eyes, and a faint slender scar on his forehead. However, unlike Delesima's calmness, he has complete control over the words. Although he was smiling, he still gave people an unusually aggressive and dangerous feeling.

Garen walked in the door and immediately attracted some people's attention.

"Garen! You finally dare to go out!" A mature man next to Delexima suddenly straightened up and said calmly. "Sima, is this the same person you saw at that time?"

Garen was stunned when he heard this, then took a closer look at Delesima's face, and suddenly recalled the young man in white he met at the door of his uncle's house. How long has it been since we last seen each other, and the other person has actually become so mature?

Snapped!

The wine glass in Delexima's hand suddenly fell to the ground and shattered. The original calmness and nonchalance on his face suddenly disappeared without a trace, and his face lost all color in an instant. His eyes stared at Garen, seemingly blank. Apparently his brain suddenly went blank.

He only reacted when someone beside him shook him.