The violent force brought up a gust of wind, and before the hand arrived, the strong pressure squeezed No. 101 slightly stagnant.
Garen's right arm seemed to grow longer in an instant, swelled and enlarged, and grabbed it like a mace.
laugh!
The claws ran across the side of No. 101's face.
No. 101 snorted coldly, sideways and lightly dodged the grab.
"Are you teasing a child with this speed of attack?"
Garen slowly withdrew his hand, his arm returned to its original shape, and stood there looking calmly at the back of No. 101.
On the edge of the river embankment, the man with the knife in his hand fell to the ground with a plop, and traces of blood slowly flowed from his head. A book-shaped pendant slipped off his clothes.
"You bastard!!" 101's face darkened, and he looked back. "It seems that this time I have to violate the rules."
He jerked off the windbreaker and threw it away, revealing the black leather vest underneath, revealing his streamlined muscle lines.
With one hand slanted in front, the other palm facing outwards, bent over and arched. Put on a weird fighting gesture.
"Oh? Are you also a martial arts practitioner?" Gallon looked at the other party's posture with a hint of surprise on his face. He noticed that the raised knife in the right hand of the other party seemed to have a different color from normal skin, it was a faint rust red.
bang bang! !
Suddenly, two shots were heard from the next street. It was unusually harsh over the quiet street at night.
Hearing the gunshot, 101 glanced to the right, his face changed, and he suddenly put away his posture.
"The situation has changed! Everyone withdraw!!"
The strong men surrounding Garen also seemed to become tense. One by one, they quickly put away their weapons like knives and ran towards the next street, before disappearing in the alley leading to the next block.
101 gave Garen a final cold look.
"I'll come back to you."
He tiptoed, picked up the windbreaker, put it on, and walked away, and his figure quickly disappeared into the alley. Like a gray bat in the shadows.
Garen frowned as he watched the group of people disappear into the alley, his muscles slowly relaxed.
"It's a pity that my speed is too slow, otherwise I might have a chance to keep this person this time."
He tugged at the collar of his clothes and walked quickly to the edge of the river bank.
Snapped.
He grabbed Grace's right hand, slowly lifted her up and hugged her, and then slowly put her down to the ground.
"Are you okay?"
"It's okay, it's a good thing you scared those people just now, otherwise this time it would be really troublesome." Grace was still in shock. He glanced at the dead golden ring man on the ground beside him.
"Jin Huan actually dared to attack me as a senior cadre of the company! Lord Garen, please forgive me for a while, I have to go back to the company and report this matter to the headquarters immediately!" Grace's face gradually turned cold.
"Although our Manleytown is not as good as the Golden Ring, we are not easy to mess with!"
"Okay, let's go." Garen nodded, "I still have to go to the next door to see what's going on? Something happened just now that distracted them all. You should pay attention to your own safety. You'd better call in more people to protect you." Myself. Where's your gun?"
Grace's face turned red: "I was attacked before I could take it out, and was caught from behind."
"Be careful, I'll go and have a look first." Garen couldn't help laughing, "Where is the fierceness you had when you first met me?" He stroked Grace's hair and rubbed it like a child. Rubbing, picking up the pendant, Garen turned and walked towards the alley.
His height is already over 1.7 meters, which is still the same, slightly taller than Grace. There seems to be a natural taste in making this action, which makes people completely ignore his current age.
Grace stood where she was, gritted her teeth and blushed slightly.
"I told you not to treat me as a child!" She quickly got into the car, took out a pistol from her handbag, and then started the car, turned a corner and drove towards the company.
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Garen walked down the alley, and soon heard the sound of fists hitting the flesh, and each punch was accompanied by grunts and cries of pain.
"Catch him and don't let him run away!!" "Gallo passed out! Damn it! This guy has such a heavy fist!" "Watch out for the gap! Don't give him a chance!"
A group of men shouted one after another, as if they were besieging someone.
Garen stood in the shadow of the alley and looked out.
On the street, on the dirty muddy ground, a group of men from the Golden Ring Organization were surrounding two skinny teenagers. No. 101 was standing on the outer side, staring at the field with a cold face, and at the same time seemed to be vigilant about the movement around him.
There were already three or four adult men lying on the ground, all of whom seemed to have fainted after being hit in the face from the front.
Garen took a little visual inspection of the wounded's injuries, and immediately let out a small gasp.
"This kind of strength is almost the same as the strength of my first murder! Could it be that these two children were the ones who killed these people?"
His eyes immediately fell on the two teenagers in the field.
The two were a man and a woman. The boy was handsome and the girl was pure. They looked only fifteen or sixteen years old, about the same age as Garen, but the look in their eyes showed that this was not the first time they had encountered such a dangerous situation.
The two were wearing white sportswear, back to back, posing in a standard boxing fighting posture.
"My dad will come to rescue us soon!!" the boy gritted his teeth, "He won't let you go!"
"Don't talk too much, save some energy!" the girl whispered, and there was a black pistol pinned to her waist.
101 sneered and walked forward quickly.
"Here I come, you surround them and don't let them run away. This kid is Bai Ying's son. It's hard to catch him and he won't fall short."
He walked into the encirclement and stood still, with one hand raised and the other palm facing outwards, his body bowed slightly, and he assumed the previous fighting posture.
Vaguely, Garen noticed that the knife in his right hand seemed to be redder than before. It's like congested blood, it seems that blood may overflow at any time.
"Boy, you dare to fight me, you are looking for death! Don't blame me if you are disabled somewhere."
"Stop talking nonsense! Let's do it!"
The boy kept his body straight and interrupted the other party.
Before the words fell, there was a snort.
A red shadow flicked across his chest, and the white sportswear was torn apart soundlessly, and the wheat-colored skin inside was scratched with blood, slowly oozing blood.
Hong Ying disappeared in a flash, and returned to 101's right hand knife.
The boy's face turned pale. The moment the red shadow came over, he quickly exhaled and closed his chest. If he slowed down a little, he would end up with his chest ripped open. But at this time, because the exhalation was too fast and violent, the breathing was a little difficult, and the lungs hurt.
"Sivika! Are you okay?" The girl hurriedly said, "Be careful! The other party is practicing red hand boxing!"
"It's okay, I avoided it!" The boy Sivka coughed twice and replied, still staring at 101.
"It's been long enough." 101 resumed his previous posture, "I just gave you a warning, now, I will disable your right arm." His black eyes became colder and colder, with a hint of murderous intent.
Chi Chi Chi!
With three soft sounds in a row, the boy Sivka fell back and quickly dodged two hand knives, but the third knife hissed and cut a bloody gash on the clothes of his right hand. Red blood quickly and then white tracksuit.
"Did you hide well? Come again!" 101 got a little angry, "Die!!"
His right hand shook violently, slashing at the boy's limbs like a machete. He actually slashed four times in two seconds.
Each of the four knives is extremely fast, and only a trace of red shadow can be seen.
The two retreated one after another.
laugh!
A stone street lamp was scratched, and finely crushed cement slag was chopped out with a bang, and the cement poured into the street lamp was chopped like a real machete.
There was another series of light bangs, and the boy's right leg was scratched because he couldn't dodge in time. This caused his right leg to bend and he could barely stand upright.
"Sivka!" The girl cried out anxiously.
Garen stood at the entrance of the alley, and abruptly took back the steps that he planned to step out.
"White Eagle? Could it be the guy with Tari Quicksilver?"
"If it's that guy, it's a little troublesome. They can't let them see my true face."
He looked around and took a deep breath.
Boom!
With a punch on the right wall at the entrance of the alley, a depression the size of a bowl suddenly appeared on the wall, and large chunks of cement fragments were splashed away.
Garen reached out and grabbed a piece of cement, rubbed it casually, and it immediately turned into a large amount of lime cement slag, and then wiped it on his face, and his face became so gray that it was difficult to distinguish his face.
"Who is it!!" The people outside shouted when they heard the movement in the alley.
Garen walked out of the alley slowly. Watch the changes in the field.
After only a short delay, the boy in the arena had already been cut off in his left arm, leaving only one leg to support his body and not fall down. The girl was separated and surrounded by other people, and the situation was very bad.
And 101 is standing in the field with his back facing him.
Hearing the movement behind him, 101 turned to look at Garen.
"It's you? You also want to take this muddy water?" Before Garen could answer, he suddenly sneered. "That's fine, I'm here today, so let's settle it together."
Boom!
The girl on one side was kicked in the lower abdomen, staggered a few steps back, and was immediately punched in the vest by a person behind her, and fell to her knees with a plop, her face pale and almost out of breath. The pistol at the waist was also knocked out at some point.
"Eve!!" The boy Sivka knelt on the ground and yelled anxiously.
101 turned around, without even looking at the boy who had nearly lost his combat effectiveness, he walked directly towards Garen.
"You didn't run away at such a good opportunity just now. Should I say you are stupid or an idiot? I don't know why the higher ups value you so much." He pointed back to the boys and girls who were being beaten, "See? ? This is the fate of opposing our Golden Ring. Even the son of White Eagle and the daughter of Quicksilver in Tali can only be slaughtered by us obediently."
Garen shook his shoulders, and there was a crisp sound of joints all over his body, and there was a crackling sound.
"There's so much nonsense, let's do it directly. As a reward just now, I will make your death easier."
"That's what I want to say too." As soon as 101 finished speaking, the whole person rushed towards Garen at an extremely fast speed. The moment he rushed in front of Garen, he rubbed his foot, turned to the left and slashed out with a hand knife.
laugh!
Garen only felt a pain in his left arm, and his clothes were torn apart with a hiss. Looking at the wound, there was a faint red mark on his skin.
(end of this chapter)