Mysterious journey

"Now let's go to the treatment room to treat the chest injury." Fei Baiyun said nothing and walked slowly downstairs with his hands behind his back.

Garen stood there, his expression changing, and he remained silent for a moment.

Watching the teacher go down the stairs, his figure disappeared, and even the footsteps disappeared completely. Then he gently opened the clothes on his chest.

On the fair skin of the chest, a brass bullet was embedded in the heart of the left chest, penetrating less than a centimeter into the flesh.

He directly dug it out with his hands, and the wound on his chest immediately shrank automatically. The edges were a little burnt, and only a little blood flowed out.

"This is a firearm." He looked at the bullet in his hand thoughtfully.

After going downstairs and going to the doctor at the martial arts center to treat his wounds, Garen slowly walked out of the main hall.

On the cold streets of Huaishan, several patrol policemen dressed in black and wearing black hats slowly walked past the door of the martial arts hall, talking and laughing, holding dim oil lamps in their hands.

A group of men wearing dusty factory uniforms, drunkenly sitting on the steps diagonally opposite with their hands in their pockets, didn't know what they were talking about.

"There is a clothing factory nearby, specializing in the production of coats and cotton-padded clothes."

A male student walked out of the door next to Garen and said casually. Look at the plainclothes on Garen's body.

"Brother, you came here to exercise so late. Where are you going? Do you want me to give you a ride?"

"No, I have someone waiting for me." Garen smiled and pointed to a black car sitting in front of him. The car window rolled down, and Grace's beautiful face was revealed.

"Not bad!" The male student chuckled, patted Galen on the shoulder and said nothing more, walking towards another car parked on the side of the road.

Grace got out of the car and walked to Garen.

"Gallon." She seemed not to know what to call him for a moment and hesitated.

"Just call me by my name." Garen shrugged, "Let's go, take me back first. We'll talk about your situation carefully in the car."

"As long as you are satisfied, any compensation you need is fine!" Grace pretended to have a look of pity on her face, "I didn't dare to explain it in front of the museum owner just now, but the actual situation is that not all the antiques that were taken were made by us. , in addition to us in the entire Huaishan City, there is another company competing with us for this aspect."

"No rush, tell me the details."

Grace looked at Garen's face and saw that he showed no signs of being annoyed, so she relaxed a little.

After the two got in the car, they closed the doors and windows. Grace slowly started the car, and the classic car slowly moved forward.

Amidst the roaring sound of the engine, Garen sat in the passenger seat, looking sideways at the slowly receding night street, without speaking.

The faint scent of Grace's perfume entered his nose, and the streetlights passed over his face one after another. The excitement that had previously been there finally calmed down.

"One of the three largest gang-related companies in Huaishan, Manleyton, is the company I work for. One of the other two has no overlapping fields with us, but the other Heiyusha Company, like us, also accepts employment tasks and resale All kinds of important prohibited items are also the opponents who clashed with us this time." Grace started to introduce the situation while driving.

"Prohibited items and employment tasks? What are they?" Garen asked in a low voice.

"Prohibited items include drugs, Skittles, firearms, and antiques. As for hiring tasks, occasionally we will take on some investigation, robbery, theft, and even murder tasks. In fact, this is not surprising. Many gang-related companies are similar to us. These two areas The profits are astonishing, but the main business is just a cover, and the money earned is used to pay bonuses at most." Grace gradually relaxed.

"Your company is called Manleyton? What is the size of the company?"

"There are about 50 main staff, and the rest of the peripheral staff total one to two hundred people. I am considered to be in the upper-middle level among them. My status is not high, but it is not low either. But don't worry, with Master Fei here, the top management of the company will definitely be All your compensation requirements will be met. I am sure of this."

"Do you still have those antiques you brought with you when we first met?" Garen asked quickly, recalling the feeling of increased potential he felt when he stopped the car for the first time.

"The antiques I brought with me at that time are still there, and they are now placed in one of my houses. Do you want them right away?"

Grace breathed a sigh of relief. She was afraid that Garen wouldn't speak. As long as he spoke, everything would be easier to talk about. Although this Garen was obviously still a young boy, with Master Fei behind him and three senior brothers and sisters, not even the company boss dared to fool him in terms of compensation.

"It's best to take it now. Where is your residence?"

"Beside the garden in the center of the city center."

"It's not far. After I went to get it first, I went home directly. This is part of the compensation." Garen nodded.

"Then other compensation."

"Don't worry, you should have some connections in reselling antiques in the company, right? Maybe there will be a chance to ask for your help in the future." Garen said calmly.

"No problem, as long as you ask." Grace nodded quickly.

Not long after, the car slowly stopped at the edge of a huge circular garden in the city center. Grace got out of the car, went to the white building on the left, and hurried down within a few minutes.

After getting in the car, she immediately put a black cloth bag on the front desk in front of Garen.

"These are the antiques we found in this city. There are three items in total. Can you take a look?"

As soon as Garen received the cloth bag, he felt a bit of coolness flow into his body from the cloth bag.

It had been a long time since he had felt this kind of potential absorption. He felt slightly happy and calmly unwrapped the cloth bag.

Inside is a white and yellowed square wooden box, and the padlock has been opened.

Opening the lid of the box, three cross medals of different colors were inlaid on the box mat made of black velvet. From left to right, they are brass, purple, and white gold.

The designs and shapes of the three medals are exactly the same, with only the letters in the center being different. They are A, P and M respectively.

Garen recognized at a glance that the purple medal among them was the one lost in Old Man Geguo's shop. It is also the one that contains potential.

The moment he opened the box, a huge potential flowed into his hands evenly and continuously. The ice-cold air flow continued up along the blood vessels of the wrist, flowed through the shoulders, flowed through the neck, and soon converged on the eyes.

Garen could clearly see the potential data at the bottom of his field of vision increasing steadily and forcefully.

Rapidly increases from 80% to 90, then 100, 110, 120, 128, 133

In just a few minutes after opening the lid, the potential figure soared to over 200%.

At this moment, the airflow in the box slowly weakened.

At this time, Garen barely felt that the most fundamental source of the potential air flow was the purple-red cross medal in the center of the box. It was the one I first found in the old man's shop. The other two seemed to have released all their potential, and there was no movement at all. Now only the Purple Red Medal is still slowly but surely releasing its potential.

Stretching out his hand and gently touching the surface of the Bronze Cross, a rough and cold touch spread to his fingertips. Garen took out the medal alone.

"Is there nothing else?"

"No more. This is what I was carrying at the time. Of these three medals, only the middle one was collected in this city. The rest were shipped from other places." Grace replied quickly.

"I took this medal away. As compensation, the rest of the compensation will be borne by the teacher. Just send me back now."

After Galen finished the brief explanation, he took the box and said nothing more, just slowly stroking the bronze cross medal.

"I know. When will the sparring start?" Grace looked relaxed and felt a little lucky.

"The sparring training will begin after the formal apprenticeship banquet is held in a few days."

Grace forced a smile. She had heard about the sparring partners in Baiyun Martial Arts School. Some key blows must be tested on living people to see the reaction. Most people don't know about the sparring partners at Baiyun Martial Arts Hall. Only a few people know about it. There are basically no people who can be healthy and have nothing to do.

Generally speaking, in better cases, the injuries are fractures, and in more serious cases, the internal organs are seriously injured, and a few years of recuperation is considered minor. It was common for a sparring partner to be beaten to death. So they usually look for people who want money rather than their lives. If you want to survive this time, it depends on the strength of Garen's attack.

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The car slowly stopped on the street two hundred meters away from Gallon's home community. After the car door opened, Gallon got out of the car, closed the door gently, and then watched the car turn a corner and drive back.

He raised his right hand and looked at a white piece of paper in his hand, with the Federal Bank and a large number vaguely printed on it.

"One million bank deposit certificates, the money comes so fast." He put the deposit certificates away in his trouser pocket and walked slowly towards home.

"I'm back."

Standing at the door and closing the door behind her back, the living room was completely dark. Only my sister's bedroom had a little light, and a yellow halo faintly came out from the crack in the door.

No one answered.

"Are there only two people at home again?" Garen exhaled, put on his slippers and turned on the wall lamp in the living room.

Sitting down on the sofa, there was a cup of brewed black coffee on the table, served in a dark yellow wooden cup.

When his mouth was dry, he picked up the Gallon and drank it in one gulp. It was bitter-sweet and completely cold. You can also smell a faint smell of smoke on the rim of the cup.

"My father must have cooked it when he came back and didn't finish it." He put down the cup and leaned back on the sofa, feeling that the Bronze Cross in his trouser pocket was continuously providing potential.

"I don't know how much potential this medal can provide in total. Those two medals were completely exhausted in just a short time."

But seeing the potential in his field of vision rising, Garen felt particularly comfortable.

"As long as there is a constant supply of potential energy, I will continue to grow. I will use the improvement of attribute points to grow, and there is almost no limit. In this way, I will have enough confidence to surpass anyone!"

Suddenly, the smile that just appeared on his face faltered slightly.

He suddenly discovered that the rate of increase in potential was slower than before.

The coldness coming from the medal was still steady, and the thickness didn't feel any different. But the improvement in potential numbers does start to slow down.

"what happened?"

Garen straightened up and carefully observed the improvement of his potential, from getting the medal to riding home in the car until now. The potential points have reached more than 300%, but slowly, the growth of the potential numbers begins to slow down.