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"Now let's go to the infirmary and get some attention to that chest injury." Fee baiyun drops a word, carry hand slowly leisurely toward downstairs walk.

Garon stood where he was, his face changing, silent for a moment.

Looking at the teacher down the stairs, the figure disappeared, even footsteps also completely disappeared. Then he gently pulled his shirt off his chest.

In the white skin of his chest, there was a brass bullet embedded in the heart of his left breast, less than a centimetre into the flesh.

He pulled it out with his hand, and the wound in his chest suddenly contracted. It was blackened around the edges, and only a little blood came out.

"This is a gun," he mused, looking at the bullet in his hand.

Down the floor, to find the school of martial arts headquarters of the doctor to deal with the wound, Garon slowly out of the main hall door.

On the cold huaishan street, several policemen in black wearing black hats walked slowly past the gate of the martial arts school, talking and laughing, holding a dim oil lamp in their hands.

A group of men in grey factory uniforms, hands in their pockets, sat tipsy on the steps across from them, chatting.

"There is a garment factory near here, specializing in overcoats and cotton-padded coats."

A male cadet comes out of the door beside Garon and casually says something. Look at Garon in plain clothes.

"The elder brother, so late return come exercise ah, go where? Can I give you a lift?"

"No, I have someone waiting." Garon smiles and points to a black car in front of him. The window rolled down and Revealed Grace's pretty face.

"Not bad! The male student grinned, patted Garon on the shoulder and walked toward another car parked on the side of the road.

Grace gets out of the car and walks over to Garon.

"Garon" she seemed not to know what to call for a moment, hesitated.

"Just call me by my name." Garon shrugs. "Come on, take me home first. Tell me your story in the car."

"Whatever you need, as long as you are satisfied!" "I didn't dare to explain in front of the owner, but the fact is that not all the antiques we took away were made by us. There is another company competing with us in the whole city of Huashan."

"Take your time. Tell me about it carefully."

When She looked at Garon's face and saw no signs of irritation, She relaxed a little.

When they got in, they closed the doors and Windows, and Grace slowly started the car, and the old car slowly moved forward.

Garon, sitting in the passenger seat, sidled into the receding night street, did not speak.

The faint scent of Gerace's perfume crept into his nose and the streetlights flashed across his face. His excitement subsided.

"One of the three largest gang-related companies in Huashan, Manleydon, is my company. The other two, one of which has no overlapping territory with us, but the other company, Black Feather Sand, is also engaged in employment and trafficking in various important contraband items as we are, and is also our opponent in this conflict." As she drove, Golice began to brief her.

"Contraband and employment? What are they?" Garon whispered.

"Prohibited items include skittles, firearms, antiques. Employment is the occasional investigation, robbery, theft, even murder. There's nothing new about this. There are a lot of black companies like us. The profits on these two pieces are amazing, but the main business is just a cover, and the money is used as bonuses at best." And Goliath began to relax.

"Your company is called Manleyton? How big is the company?"

"There are about 50 people in the upper and lower levels, and 100 or 200 people in the periphery. I'm sort of upper middle class. Not high but not low either. However, you can rest assured that with the owner of the hotel, the company's senior management will absolutely meet all your compensation requirements. I'm sure of that."

"Do you still have those antiques you had with you when we first met?" Garon asks, recalling the potential boost he felt the first time he stopped a car.

"I still have the antiques FROM that time. I have one of my houses now. Are you going to either immediately?"

She was afraid Garon would not talk. If he did, everything would be much easier. Although the Garon is clearly still a cub, with the owner behind him and three brothers, even the boss of the company does not dare to fool him about compensation.

"It would be best to bring it now. Where do you live?"

"By the garden in the middle of the street."

"Not far, I went to get it first, and then I went straight home. This is part of the compensation." Garon nodded.

"That additional compensation"

"Before you worry, you must have some access to antiques in the company, right? There may be another occasion for your assistance." Garon keeps a straight face.

"Sure, if you ask." Gareth nodded.

After a few minutes, the bus stopped slowly at the edge of a huge circular garden in the center of the city. She got out, went to the white building on her left, and hurried down within minutes.

She immediately placed a black cloth bag on the front of the car in front of Garon.

"These are the antiques we found in the city, three of them. Do you see?"

As soon as Garon caught the bag, he felt a steady trickle of cool flowing into his body.

It had been a long time since he had felt the taste of absorbing potential. He was slightly pleased and calmly unwrapped the cloth.

Inside was a square, white, yellowish wooden box, the padlock open.

When the lid was removed, three crosses of different colors were inlaid on a black velvet cushion. From left to right, bronze, fuchsia, white and gold.

The three MEDALS are identical in appearance except for the letters in the center. They are A, P and M.

Garon recognized one of the purple medal is the old man geguo store lost that one. The one with the potential.

And at the moment he opened the box, a great potential rushed evenly and continuously into his hands. The cold cold air flows up the veins of the wrist, over the shoulders, over the neck, and quickly to the eyes.

Garon clearly sees the potential data below the field of vision increasing the number firmly and forcefully.

It went from 80% to 90, then 100, 110, 120, 128, 133

But within a few minutes of opening the lid, the potential number shot up to more than 200%.

Just then, the air inside the box slowly subsided.

Garon could barely sense that the source of the potential flow was the Burgundy cross in the center of the box. The one we found in the old man's shop. The other two seem to have unleashed their potential and are completely silent. Only the Magenta medal is slowly but surely unleashing its potential.

Reaching out and gently stroking the surface of the bronze Cross, the rough and cold touch reached to the fingertips. Garon presents the medal alone.

"Nothing else?"

"No, this is what I had with me. Of these three MEDALS, only the middle one was collected in this city. The rest were brought from other places." "Gareth answered quickly.

"I'll take this medal with me, and as a condition of compensation, you'll put the rest on the teacher's head. Just take me home now."

Garon gives a brief explanation, then takes the box and says nothing more, but slowly rubs the Bronze Cross.

"I see. So when do you start sparring?" Grace's face lightened and she felt a little relieved.

"The practice partner will start after a few days of formal banquets."

Song Ruisi reluctantly smiled, she had heard of the white Cloud martial arts in the sparring partner, some of the key blows must be tested with the living to see the reaction. Baiyun kungfu sparring partner general people do not know, only a few people know, can be healthy a little things are not basic.

The general good situation is to be hit a fracture, a bit of heavy visceral injury, recuperation for a few years is light. Sparring partners get beaten to death all the time. So it's usually a case of money or death. Survival this time depends on the strength of Garon's hand.

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The car stopped slowly on the street, 200 meters from Garon's neighborhood. When the door opened, Garon got out of the car, closed the door gently, and watched the car turn around and drive back.

He raised his right hand and looked at a sheet of white paper on which the Federal Bank and a large number were dimly printed.

"A million dollars in certificates of deposit. Money comes fast." He put the deposit slip in his trouser pocket and walked home slowly.

"I'm back."

I stood in the doorway and closed the door behind me. The living room was dark except for my sister's bedroom, where a yellow halo peeped through the crack in the door.

No one answered.

'Are there only two at home again? Garon exhales, puts on slippers and turns on the sconces in the living room.

Sit down on the sofa, on the table is a mug of brewed black coffee, served in a dull yellow wooden cup.

Dry mouth, Garon picked up a drink, bitter sweet, has been completely cold. There was a faint smell of smoke on the rim.

"Father must have come home and cooked it." He put down his glass and leaned back on the sofa, feeling the limitless potential of the bronze Cross in his trouser pocket.

"I don't know how much potential this medal can offer, but those two MEDALS were completely empty after a while."

But Garon is happy to see the potential in his sights rising.

"As long as I have the potential to continue to provide, I can continue to grow. There are almost no limits to how much I can take advantage of stat points. In this way, I have enough confidence to surpass anyone!"

Suddenly the smile that had just spread across his face faltered.

He suddenly found that potential was rising more slowly than it had been.

MEDALS came from the cold or endless, feel the thickness of the same change. But the potential numbers do start to rise more slowly.

"What's the matter?

Garon stands up and carefully observes the improvement of potential, from the medal to the ride home until now. Potential points have reached more than 300%, but slowly, the potential number growth began to slow down.