"Welcome?" Really welcome
Garen understood in his heart that after the battle of the blood clan Wellington, Hosiman and Dam's strength reached a formidable level. That battle was a qualitative change, and the seeds in their bodies had improved again. With the hearts of the two, How could he be willing to be controlled by the Holy Fist Palace forever.
There was loud gunfire outside the car, and Garen sat quietly in the car, motionless, waiting quietly for the sound outside to end.
Not long after, the gunfire stopped, and then there was the sound of heavy objects being pulled out one by one and smashed to the ground.
The undercover subordinates of Hosiman and Damm in the convoy were all cleaned up, and there was not one left.
The sound of the car door being opened and closed soon came from behind.
The adjutant got back into the car and said respectfully.
"Captain, all the people in the third car have been cleaned up."
"Continue on your way." Garen said flatly.
The convoy continued to fire their engines and move forward.
Time passed by, and after the driver changed two shifts, finally, the road ahead was gradually repaired a lot, and some simple guardrails appeared on the edge. Billboards gradually passed by the side of the road.
Soon, oncoming vehicles appeared in front of them, most of them were off-road jeeps. Pedestrians and passers-by gradually appeared on the side of the road.
"We're about to arrive in Ansett." The female group member who was driving said in a low voice.
Garen nodded, opened his eyes, and suddenly looked at the wider and wider road ahead.
"Prepare to stop the convoy."
"Yes." Without any objection, the female team member quickly contacted the vehicle behind through the communication equipment, and then slowly slowed down.
Soon, on the road ahead, two teams of vehicles waiting to park on the side of the road appeared in the distance. The two teams of vehicles seemed to be separated from each other, and the sound of the engine on this side seemed to be heard from a distance, and some people got off from the left and right vehicles.
The ones who walked in the front were Horsiman and Dam. One of them had a black shirt and trousers, and the other was wearing a tight bright red leather jacket, with a slender figure. It looks weird and inexplicable.
Hosiman and Dam watched the convoy approaching from a distance, and slowly lowered their heads to show respect.
A faint smile appeared on Garen's face in the car.
The vehicle slowly stopped less than five meters in front of the two of them, leaning against the side of the road.
Garen opened the car door and got out of the car, his eyes swept over the two people in front of him.
"You guys came really fast enough." He said lightly.
"Teacher is in trouble. As disciples, we are the first to come to help. This is justified." Hosiman replied in a low voice, "We have already prepared all the arrangements, and we will go to the airport in front of the private jet to take off directly to New York. .Please get on the bus, teacher."
"Everything has been arranged at the Holy Fist Palace, teacher, you don't have to worry." Damu who was next to him replied respectfully in a strange half-male and half-female voice.
"It's really my good disciple." Garen smiled with satisfaction, and strode towards the most luxurious and exquisite car prepared behind the two of them.
Hosiman and Dam behind him clenched their fists almost at the same time, and a strange atmosphere quietly filled the air. The hidden power is condensed little by little, like the calm before the storm.
The eyes of the two unconsciously glanced at Garen's unsuspecting back from the corner of their eyes.
Garen's face looked extremely defeated. This was the first time they had ever seen Garen in such a mess. I don't know why, but this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity
There was a blood-red gleam burning faintly on Dam's body, his right hand was slowly clenched, and then released, the blood-colored nail polish on the nails of the five fingers became more and more red.
Snapped!
A hand suddenly grabbed his right arm.
Dam was startled, looked up, and it was Hosiman. Shaking his head slightly at him.
Snapped!
There was the sound of a car door being opened ahead.
The two didn't dare to make any more moves, they quickly separated and followed closely.
"I just got the news that all my people were cleaned up, on the way back last night." Hosiman faintly transmitted a voice to Dam, who was shocked.
The two of them glanced vaguely at Garen in the car in front, but were shocked to find that Garen hadn't looked this way, but instinctively, they could still feel an inexplicable gaze coming from Garen.
"Go! Back to the headquarters!"
Hosiman whispered.
Dam took a deep breath. After the last torture, he had lost a lot of weight. A gloomy look flashed in his eyes, and he followed Hosiman closely.
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After half a month.
Wellington Manor
"What?! Those three people have come out!" In the dark hall, an old voice suddenly sounded, with strong astonishment.
Half kneeling below was a figure in a black cloak.
"Four days ago, the Second Elder went out to Casgar and disappeared without leaving any news. We are already looking for it urgently. Elder Tu Lan wants you to contact him personally."
The figure whispered.
"That guy" the old voice sank. "You get up first, Pigus."
"Thank you, Great Elder." The black cloak stood up respectfully. "Great Elder, I have something that I just found around the secret passage of the family to send. After our identification, more than 70% of this thing may be an important item belonging to someone from the Holy Fist Palace."
"Oh?" The Great Elder sat on the high seat, showing a hint of surprise on his face. "You take it up."
"Yes." The black cloak quickly took out a small box from his body. It had a black shell, and he didn't know what was inside.
He held it respectfully with both hands, stepped forward to sit under the seat of the Great Elder, and handed it over.
"This is?" the Great Elder reached out to take the item, and opened the box with a snap.
There is nothing in it!
Boom! ! !
The black cloak suddenly turned his hands into sharp claws, and landed on the Great Elder's chest.
Ha ha ha ha! !
The black cloak was torn and shattered, as if an invisible energy directly tore it into pieces.
Revealing the ferocious laughing face of Pigus under the cloak.
"Great Elder, Lord Damu of the Holy Fist Palace sends his greetings to you!"
boom! ! !
The Great Elder slammed Pigus with a punch, smashing him into the air.
Pigus was sent flying horizontally, hit the wall hard, made a large dent, and was ejected and rolled to the ground. After more than ten consecutive turns, his entire chest was directly pierced.
But his deep laughter still kept echoing in the hall.
"You, you...!" The Great Elder's chest was sunken. Even if he was a high-ranking vampire in a normal state, he was hit in the chest with all his strength by a middle-rank vampire without any defense, and the damage he received could not be easily ignored.
What frightened him even more was the unbearable itching of the injured wound, as if countless bugs were constantly trying to drill deep into the wound.
He stared at Pigus below with horror and anger. This is the core of the Wellington family. Usually only elders can enter, and the sound insulation effect is extremely strong. Pigus is basically his confidant who has always been extremely trusted, and he is also an elite leader among the middle blood.
Pigus on the ground climbed up with difficulty, and quickly backed up with extremely agile movements, and a few flashes opened the distance between the two.
"Elder Elder, the glory of the Wellington family has passed away. Those who know the current affairs are heroes. This is an old oriental saying. As long as you are willing to surrender, Master Damu of the Holy Fist Palace will never treat you badly, and will definitely use it more!"
There was a sly and sinister expression on his face.
"Why did you betray me?" The Great Elder felt the itching in his chest quickly spread to his whole body, and the self-healing ability of his body was unable to play any role. He wasn't a combatant originally, he only had the physique of a high-ranking vampire, so he couldn't exert his combat effect at all, and his actual combat power could at most suppress the middle-rank vampire.
"Only by submitting to the Holy Fist Palace can we learn the supreme boxing method and the way. This is the real power! As a secret party, didn't we gather because of the pursuit of power?"
This Pigus' middle blood has been controlled by the introduction of the Water Bird Fist taught by Dam.
After the First World War in Wellington, Dam and Hosiman began to try to control the blood race by teaching the water bird boxing and setting the introduction with courage.
This method did play a very strong role in controlling the life and death of the blood race, but the most critical step was completed by Gallon.
Generations of blood clans are all derived from the suppression of the blood in the blood. The superiors control the subordinates, unable to resist, and their strength varies greatly. But Garen's research on soul and body far exceeds this world. After some exploration, I finally solved this problem.
Using the experience gained from dissecting creatures in the totem world, Garen successfully implanted his soul primer into the blood of the blood race, completely merging into one. To achieve the purpose of truly suppressing this blood instinct.
The final result was that, less than half a month after Garen's return, he developed a secret martial arts method to control the vampires, and quietly controlled a group of mid- and low-rank vampires. After getting the poison refined by the AG old man, this scene appeared.
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At the same time, in the barren mountains of South America
"Death Waterfowl Fist!"
A red shadow flashed past in an instant, drawing a bloody red line in the air, and gently landed on a large white boulder.
This is a narrow valley.
In the valley, a white-clothed figure was thrown into the air in an extremely embarrassing situation, and hit the white stone wall on the side of the valley with a bang, shaking off large pieces of gravel and gravel above it.
This time it was attacked, and the clothes on the figure in white were also stained with a layer of gray. He struggled to get up, and there were faint and hideous scars all over his body, face and hands.
This is a handsome man with a pale complexion. His beautiful blue hair is stuck to his forehead with sweat. Through the scars, he can vaguely see his originally beautiful and coquettish face.
He tried his best to look back at the red figure standing on the big rock behind him, his eyes were full of panic and panic.
"I hate people who are prettier than me the most." A male and female voice came down from the boulder.
Boom! !
A terrifying bloody mouth suddenly burst open on the left neck of the man in white, and a stream of scarlet blood splashed out of it, flying to the ground. The blood was so strange that it wanted to swim back, like a living thing, trying to flow in the direction of the man in white Go, but was immediately swept by a black shadow, and then quickly lost its activity, coagulated and turned into ordinary blood.
The man in white was severely injured by this blow, and the strange thing was that his neck was still recovering rapidly, and the wound shrunk at a speed visible to the naked eye.
"You!!" There was a fear of death, a desire and pleading for life in his face and eyes.
"No, don't kill me! Don't!!" He wailed loudly, and fell to his knees weakly all over. It wasn't that he had no strength, but that he had completely lost the will to resist in his heart.
(end of this chapter)