Walking on the road, Garen was also thinking about the recent change in mentality.
In such an ordinary world, there is no existence around him that can threaten him. It is rare for him to feel this kind of completely leisurely relaxation.
There is no special free energy like totem power in this world, so those who practice extraordinary power can only rely on their own strength to produce influence and damage. Such destructive power is extremely limited, and it is extremely difficult to have any large-scale spread ability.
Garen has lived for so long, and he has almost figured out the situation here. The world density here looks normal on the surface, but it is actually very high.
Whether it is the density of air, or the density of stone and soil, or the density of biological bodies. The effect brought about by the high density is that compared with the previous worlds, it is difficult to have exaggerated personal force and destructive power here.
Because all kinds of material environments are difficult to destroy, destroying matter, that is, the bonding force between particles, requires a lot of energy, which is incomparable to the previous two worlds. The result of this is the same strength, which will be weakened in disguise here. But there is also the opposite side, such a world is prone to more powerful and advanced life forms.
Garen guessed that the high-ranking vampires among the vampires, or the dead apostles, might be such existences. To be able to survive thousands of years of immortality, such an existence is extremely difficult to appear in both the secret martial arts world and the totem world. Compared with the totem world, the threshold for longevity species here is obviously much lower.
The high-density world substance concentration is naturally easier to change from quantitative to qualitative, and reach a higher level.
Garen suddenly became more interested in the mysterious measurement of this world. So far, he has only come into contact with vampires, a cannon fodder-level existence, and has never come into contact with real vampires.
While heading to the fighting society, Garen recalled the vampires he captured in Grando, and the description of the vampires.
Maybe they really want to come up with something.
The beeping text message sounded again, and Garen took out his phone to check, it was bald.
"Head, I heard a piece of news, or a rumor"
Garen's heart fluttered, he stopped, and quickly replied under the street lights on the street.
"explain."
Soon there will be another letter.
"According to the insider, it seems that the blood clan is about to fight internally."
"Infighting?!" Garen froze for a moment. "You mean the Ming Party and the Secret Party?!"
"Yes, that's the one. It is said that the secret party has gathered a large number of foreign forces this time, preparing to fight for the control of the Ming party in the United States. The current power of the Ming party seems to be affected, but I feel that the old man may be talking about it. "The bald head obviously didn't believe it at all.
Garen was lost in thought.
The Ming Party of the United States represents the forces of the blood race that lean towards the human side. It has always been relatively friendly to humans and regards itself as an evolutionary creature of humans. But the secret party is different. These blood races regard human beings as livestock food. Once they are occupied by them, the world of ordinary people in the United States may be affected and disrupted.
"Also, there may be some clues about something like a cross." The bald man continued to send text messages. "It is said that there seems to be a batch of antiques found in the cemetery in South Africa. The people there are called lucky stone bells, which are said to bring good luck to people."
"You sent someone over to try to auction one. Is there enough money?" Garen replied.
"No problem, there are a lot of them, and there is enough money in the regiment." The bald head readily agreed.
For all members of Nighthawk, 30% of the funds they get from each mission will flow into Garen's account as his guidance fee. Once they encounter any difficult problems, Garen will of course come forward to solve them.
As a group of Nighthawks who were tied to Garen by secret skills, this result was very generous, and they had the strongest team leader as their backer. Coupled with the powerful secret skills learned, no one complained at all. Maybe even if there are complaints, they will not dare to express them because they cannot do without secret skills.
"In addition, we can start recruiting peripheral organizations." Garen thought for a while, then typed a reply.
"clear."
Nighthawk's current backbone members are almost the same. Using this as bone armor, it is inevitable to set up a peripheral mercenary organization to expand its influence and occupy the territory. It's just that this process will definitely encounter obstacles from other inherent territorial forces. It depends on the means of both parties.
Garen put down his phone and stood there thinking for a while.
It is not the first time that the two parties of the blood clan have a civil war, but every time it will cause a large number of innocent human casualties.
The Ming Party treats humans much more normally than the Secret Party, but that doesn't mean they care much about the life and death of unrelated people.
"However, these are still far away from me for the time being. I just need to focus on recovering and improving my strength." Garen rubbed his chin. "The only way to speed up the strength improvement now is to find potential points, lucky stone clock."
After thinking about it for a while, Garen put this aside for the time being, and let the baldheads explore the way first.
Continue to walk in the direction of the fighting society.
After walking slowly for more than half an hour, there were already a few people standing at the door of the slightly old hamburger-shaped gray building. They were all members of the fighting club in black clothes, and there was a notice board at the door.
Garen stood far away under a school stop sign on the corner of the street, watching the movement from the Fighting Club, and did not go over immediately.
After waiting for a while, until the time was almost up, he walked towards the Oriental Restaurant on the right side of the Fighting Club.
The dining room is all white, like a round teacup, and the inside is bright and white. There are some yellow-skinned oriental students and a small number of white and black students. It seems that the business is good.
Garen found a corner seat and sat down, and ordered a cup of green tea and a fried rice.
Looking at the entrance of the Fighting Club outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, Garen recalled the previous plan in his mind.
However, it seems that the plan now needs to reach a very high level of strength, or even recover completely, before it can truly be guaranteed. Otherwise, in the face of those mysterious blood races and witches, the current self may not be able to do so. Can hold a few.
Having more manpower is mainly to ensure the safety of our own people. Sometimes some forces can get a lot of convenience when they are at a loss, so they don't have to do it all by themselves.
The fried rice was served quickly, with golden fried eggs, some pepper noodles, and condiments such as cumin, which tasted weird. However, he finished a large plate of fried rice with a few sips of green tea Galleon, wiped his mouth with a napkin, got up, paid the bill, and walked towards the Fighting Club.
Several people at the door of the Fighting Club seemed to have recognized him all at once, and someone turned around and ran in hastily, obviously calling for someone.
The eyes of the remaining two members showed a hint of envy, a hint of jealousy, and a taste of disbelief. They just stood there and watched him walk over.
Ignoring the two club members, Garen walked directly through the bulletin board and entered the old dance classroom.
The wooden boards that were damaged some time ago have been repaired, and an extra layer of soft foam-like material that looks very elastic is laid on the surface. Turn the entire dance classroom into a black ground.
A group of people were gathering in the center of the venue at this time, surrounded by a black boy like stars.
Among the crowd, standing behind the black boy were the vice president Jamie, Quentin and Serena, and three people Garen hadn't seen before. There were a total of six or seven people, and behind them were the members in black suits with white spots on their bodies. There were a lot of black votes, and it was estimated that there were more than 30 people.
The group of people has a clear hierarchy of latitude and longitude, and first has a very strict hierarchy.
At this time, Garen walked in the door, and dozens of eyes shot over in an instant. Some with scrutiny, some with suspicion, and most of them are ordinary scrutiny.
"You're here." Serena stepped forward and said at the signal of her sister Quentin, "The president heard about your last record and decided to come and see you in person."
"I came here this time to quit the fighting club." Garen suddenly interrupted her.
"What?!" Serena's expression was startled, not only her, Quentin and others also changed slightly, even the black president was a little surprised and puzzled.
"I'm not interested in a fighting club made up of a group of weak chickens at all." Garen spread his hands, showing a helpless look. "You are too weak, I can't bear to hit you too much."
"you!!"
Some commune members around shouted indignantly, but they seemed to be stopped immediately.
The whole place was quiet, some members' eyes turned cold, and some people began to move their muscles and bones, making the sound of cracking joints.
The president, as well as the five team leaders and vice presidents of the elite group, all looked bad.
"I just idle around like this every day, and occasionally play garbage training like a house, tsk tsk tsk." Garen laughed contemptuously, "I originally came here with great expectations, but I didn't expect it."
The young man's anger couldn't stand provocation, and sure enough, after these few words, the breathing around him became obviously much rougher.
It was only due to the original majesty of the president and the leader of the elite group that the attack did not happen immediately, but obviously everyone was already extremely dissatisfied.
"If you were asked to be the president, how would you train?" The black president suddenly spoke, and there was anger in his eyes, but it was obvious that the suppressed self-control was stronger.
"Me?" Garen didn't expect the other party to say that, "No amount of chicks can beat an eagle, only a big aggressive rooster might be useful." He originally planned to provoke the little guys in the club , to see if there are any good seedlings in it, but the other party obviously has good self-control, so he couldn't resist not doing it like this.
This provocation may be mixed with a bit of his bad taste, but the effect is not satisfactory.
"Garon, what do you mean by saying these things on purpose?" Serena said. She knew Garen's original character and was the person who had the most contact with him.
Garen glanced at her, "I said it was just boring, do you believe it?"
Serena opened her mouth and didn't know how to respond.
At this time, the black boy stepped forward and came out.
"I'm about to leave school and go out to implement it. According to the rules, the position of president can only be held by the strongest person in the club. If you are not happy with the situation in the fighting club, then you can go on stage and reform it directly according to your wishes. How about it?"
Seeing that the president was not angry at such a provocation, Garen was a little surprised.
"Your endurance is very good." He restrained his previous contemptuous tone, and glanced at all the members of the elite group.
The quality of this group of people is good. Although they are suppressing their anger, no one interrupts the president's speech at all.
(end of this chapter)