"Alright, let's go meet that cute fat Bovini first. I still miss him after a while." Garen couldn't help laughing.
"Missing his money?"
Cynthia looked contemptuous.
Garen didn't take it seriously either, the two walked out of the stairs one after another, left the main building under the awe-inspiring gaze of the surrounding students, and boarded a white carriage.
"By the way, how is the situation now, master?"
"Very good. My body is well maintained. I just can't wake up for some reason." Cynthia has now become Gallon's full-time secretary, taking the place of Grace. Originally, this was the company that sent her there. Unexpectedly, the goal was not achieved at the time, but now it has been achieved after leaving the company.
"Can't wake up all the time?" Garen frowned, suddenly thinking of Sanfran's illusion method back then. "Could it be them?"
"what did you say?"
"It's nothing, let's go." Garen recovered and said calmly.
Ever since defeating Andreira, his heart has a kind of fearless and strong confidence, as if there is nothing to be afraid of, and he is able to face everything as a whole, brazenly meeting him.
This is the characteristic of his blood being so strong that it is inhuman. He didn't know if other fighters felt this way, but his feeling was obvious.
The carriage moved slowly, and the streets on both sides gradually moved back.
It is already early spring, and some peasant women have come out to sell fresh vegetables on the streets of Huaishan.
The street surface is still a little wet, obviously it rained yesterday,
The white carriage of the two quickly stopped in front of a black marble building.
Fat Bovini was standing at the door leading people with a big smile on his face, his face and body were covered with bruises and bruises. There was still a piece of white gauze on his forehead, and one eye was so swollen that he could barely open it.
"Welcome, Mr. Gallon, the directors and I have been waiting for you for a long time."
The rest of the people around him also hurriedly nodded and bowed with an apologetic smile. Like him, all of them had bruised noses and swollen faces, and were extremely embarrassed.
Garen said calmly from the car.
"You have to understand that there are some things that you can't take. Spit it out obediently and leave Huaishan. For the sake of our previous relationship, I will make the decision on behalf of the master, and this time I will not pursue it."
After he finished speaking, he looked at Cynthia who was sitting beside him.
The latter nodded and got out of the carriage with the handbag.
"Just leave it to me here, you go. I will handle all the transfer documents." Cynthia said with certainty.
"Just transfer it all back to the master's name." Garen doesn't need these properties, and it's easy for him to earn money now.
"knew."
"Then I'll go first, uncle is still waiting for me."
The carriage started slowly again, leading Garen towards the other side of the Pennington block.
On the side of the uncle's wife's family, they have long been dissatisfied with the matter of inheriting the property.
This time when he heard that Garen was coming back, his uncle immediately asked someone to let him go to attend a meeting with the elders over there.
Compared to Uncle Ingres, Bouvigny and his like are simply vulnerable little characters.
Angor Company's industries spread over more than half of the Grant Province, and it is well-known as a large gray group even in the entire province. It is even heard that it has taken over business such as assassination of armed bodyguards.
It is simply an enlarged version of Manleytown. Smuggling, drugs, gambling, arms, Angle Company can do whatever it takes to make money. Of course, a lot has been washed away over the years. Actually, even Baiyunmen's former status in Huaishan was only because of Angor's failure to control it. It was only because of the consideration of whitewashing that he gave up the power of corruption.
Compared with these industries, antique selling is just a little bit of broth that leaks through his fingers to other local companies.
This time, my uncle also knew the news of Garen's return. It can be said that after being humiliated by the Golden Ring people, the reason why Bovini and others did not have the slightest intention of revenge and death, is also due to the credit behind it.
Therefore, Garen's participation in the party this time can be regarded as a thank you on behalf of Baiyunmen.
It's just the industry dispute of Angor Company, this issue is a bit troublesome.
The other party is not easy to deal with. The Angel company group spans more than ten major cities and most of the provinces. The strength is strong, not much better than that of Qiyuemen.
Of course, this simply refers to the low-end strength, and the strength of high-end martial artists is not clear. But being able to stand upright will definitely not be simple.
Along the way, Garen was also thinking about analyzing Uncle Angel's situation.
From his childhood, the Angor Group seemed to have been stable and peaceful, and there were no twists and turns in its development. This is obviously a manifestation of strong strength.
Obviously uncle is not as simple as it seems on the surface. What is certain is that there is definitely a powerful force of his own behind the uncle, escorting the entire group.
And judging from my uncle's unfamiliar knowledge and contact with the martial arts world, it doesn't seem like the influence of a martial artist.
Garen recalled that in the past, his uncle had shown disdain for martial arts many times. But he himself even had a friend who is a martial arts master come to play as a guest.
Calling him over this time is obviously to get him to be recognized by his wife's clan. Obviously, the opponent still has some influence on the group. Although it is not enough to influence the uncle's decision, if something goes wrong, it will still have a certain negative impact.
Sitting in the carriage, Garen considered all the factors, and then slowly closed his eyes to rest his mind.
More than ten minutes later, the carriage slowly stopped at the end of the street in the Pennington block, just opposite the former dolphin antique shop.
There is a garden-style private courtyard there, which has been unoccupied all year round. Unexpectedly, it is the property of Uncle Angel.
The white courtyard is surrounded by green gardens and pink rose flowers, surrounded by a white arabesque wall.
On both sides of a white stone path that enters and exits, there is a large green grass field, and two children are chasing and playing on it.
On the left side of the white three-story main building, there is a black parasol standing in the garden, a round table and four tables and chairs are placed under it, and three ladies in long skirts are sitting chatting and drinking coffee. White or black big round hats with different colored feathers make them look calm and luxurious when talking and laughing freely.
Looking in from the open door of the main building, you can vaguely see men in luxurious suits talking to each other in twos and threes. Some were holding red wine, some were puffing, and some were taking notes on paper.
From a long distance away, Garen could hear the faint sound of music, it was the sound of piano and violin.
At the gate, two black-clothed bodyguards of the doorman came forward and bowed respectfully to Garen.
"Master Garen, the chairman is waiting for you inside. Please come in." Immediately behind him, someone led the carriage to another place. Although the white carriage is not bad, but compared with the luxury cars parked around the courtyard, it looks a bit shabby and unremarkable.
Garen frowned, looking at the black jeans and black shirt he was wearing. Although the style matched well, the workmanship and material seemed a bit ordinary. It doesn't quite fit the occasion either.
"It's okay. The chairman is ready for the clothing." One of the bodyguards whispered, and it could be seen that he was not the one who guarded the gate, but the one who came out to wait for Garen. "Please come with me."
"Also."
Garen followed the bodyguards and changed into a black slim suit with a dark red tie tied around the neckline. Her short purple-black hair was tidied up, and her beautiful eyes were indifferent red.
The whole person gives people an elegant and gentle temperament with indifference. It's just an inexplicable light occasionally flashing in the dark red eyes. When looking at others, there will be a sense of vastness and vastness.
That is the temperament produced by the huge martial arts strength, which leads to the sublimation of body and mind at the same time. It means looking down on ordinary people from a higher level.
Garen looked at his outfit in the mirror, and frowned slightly when he saw the majesty of his eyes.
Facing the mirror, I adjusted slightly and restrained my state of mind.
The indifferent mood in the eyes gradually faded away.
"No matter how powerful a martial artist is, they are vulnerable to hot weapons. Now is the era of hot weapons, and it is also the era of ordinary people. Excessive influence by this momentum will make people more arrogant. We must be vigilant." He said to himself wake up. Although the bullets did not pose any threat to him now, it would be useless to replace them with explosive shells. Either the explosive force or the huge impact force itself could shake his blood and blood.
Although he hadn't tried it, he had a vague sense of danger.
Momentum is one of the by-products of courage, which is the result of absolute confidence in oneself. Different from momentum, the presence or absence of momentum has little effect, and momentum with an unstable foundation is bluff and vulnerable.
But the spirit is different, that is the foundation of momentum, a good fighter must cultivate and strengthen his own spirit, which is equivalent to the essence of aura. It is not only related to the strength of martial arts, but also related to spiritual cultivation, it is a synthesis of the whole body's energy and spirit.
Courage is something that any fighter has. If you are overwhelmed by your opponent before fighting, you may not have a big problem with your blood, but you will have mental shock, hesitation, panic and other negative emotions.
Once the spirit is unstable, the response will not be strong, the reaction will not be timely, and will fall into short-term hesitation in the face of critical moments, which will lead to a delay in response time, slow step by step, slow step by step. In the end, he lost his initiative and died of hatred.
And once the opponent's courage is overwhelmed, he can attack the opponent in a complete state, with all energy and spirit, and completely defeat the opponent from the soul to the body. The final opponent's defeat is the only result. An opponent defeated in this way would not even have the thought of making a comeback, it would be a complete collapse of the soul's self-esteem.
This is the fundamental power of a powerful fighter with a strong spirit.
A truly powerful fighter must also be powerful.
Apart from the help of his innate abilities, what really makes Garen stronger than other geniuses is that his actual age is not only seventeen years old, but also his previous life experience.
In his previous life on Earth, he lived to be in his twenties. The environment and stage determine the experience of contact, and ultimately determine the maturity of a person. The extra 20 years of experience just made up for his shortcoming in the level of spiritual cultivation for entering the fighter level.
(end of this chapter)