"Hello, finally waited until you came out." The young man standing at the top of the stairs greeted Gong Bing and said with a smile: "I didn't bother you when I saw you busy just now, I'm sorry to stop you here, although you are a little presumptuous, but I still thank you very much for your help just now." ”

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"Did you misunderstand, I didn't mean to help just now." Gong Bing looked at each other a little inexplicably.

"The starting point is not important, the important thing is the result, people are selfish, and it is common sense to protect oneself and oneself, not everyone can do self-sacrifice, and I can't do it, but as long as I can do it, I am worthy of my heart, then it is enough." The young man didn't pay attention to Gong Bing's gaze, shook his head and said.

"It's my business to not be used to seeing the black man's approach, and I don't want to involve others in conflict with him, and it's also true that you can stand up for the weak."

"That guy is coming for me." Gong Bing said more.

"I know."

The secret martial artists who can cultivate the martial arts to a high level have their own stories of insisting on their own, and they are not easy to follow, and who is weak-willed and wavering?

So as soon as he looked at the other party's eyes, Gong Bing closed his mouth in amusement, lazy to distinguish anything, and the other party's behavior was also for himself, not others.

The other party is not only a famous martial artist, but also a strong-willed martial artist with his own ideas.

Everyone has their own ideas, so there's no need to care so much.

"So after talking for so long, what should I call you?" Gong Bing took out a cigarette case and handed it over, but was rejected by the other party with a frown.

"What a faux pas, in Lower Spike Johnson, Lesta, Illusiongate." The young man arched his hand.

"Yo, Illusion Gate, Spike Johnson, it's the face of Southern Ten Young." Gong Bing parroted his tongue and also learned from the other party and arched his hand: "Gabriel Taylor, Costa Province, Green Town Luowu." ”

"It's all a false name, it's just a few friends and colleagues who appreciate it, and they don't deserve it." Spike scratches his hair and seems embarrassed, but there is a hint of smugness on his face.

Since ancient times, there is no first, there is no second, and gossip is human nature, all the guys who have a lot of good things and are idle, learn the practice of the little talk book and do a private screening, and in recent years, all the talented and powerful young talents in the Tutlan secret martial arts world have been picked out, and a sequence of lists has been arranged, and the north and south regions are bounded, divided into the north six heroes and the south ten heroes.

At this time, standing in front of Gong Bing is one of the ten heroes in the south - Spike the Misty Rain Illusion.

The Illusion Sect is a relatively large secret martial sect in the south, only slightly worse than the Whole Body Sect, the Yin and Yang Society, the Ten Absolute Gang, and the Holy Spirit Sect, while the latter four sects are all the strongest and largest sects in the south.

Spike's appearance here is to help Raul as a representative of the Illusion Gate, which is one of the contents of the transaction between the sect and the Christie family, or the investment of the Illusion Gate in Raul personally, hoping that the latter will be rewarded after becoming the head of the clan, it is nothing more than the transmission of various interests, the Miwu Sect is not a sect of cultivating immortals, and it cannot be separated from the mundane.

At this time, in this private club, there are two or three representatives of the same sect as him, but it is not Nanfang Shiying, and the name Gong Bing has never heard of it, Spike originally planned to pull Gong Bing, and the two went over to say hello and exchange a thing or two, but Gong Bing decisively refused, and Spike did not think it was wrong.

Gong Bing has little interest in expanding his network, and he is not good at it.

Although they are both secret martial artists, their personalities are very different, and the sects behind them have little intersection, so there is not much common topic at all, after Gong Bing refused the invitation, the two chatted a few words without being salty, and then said goodbye to each other and went back to their rooms.

In the middle of the night, Gong Bing put the necklace that had absorbed the evolution points on the table, and returned it to Xias early tomorrow morning, without worry.

Gong Bing had already taken a shower, refreshed, not tired at all, and he looked at the clock on the wall—half past eleven.

Gong Bing quickly changed his clothes, took his coat from the hanger and put it on, and walked out.

"Ms. Di Li, the guests in room 3010 have just gone out." A maid knocked on the door and walked in, speaking to the short-haired black maid who was exercising with a stone heavier than her body.

"If I'm not mistaken, that's the secret warrior invited by Lord Alice?"

Di Li was wearing shorts and shorts, revealing a streamlined orthodox segment, squatting up and down with stones on her back, her body was steaming, but her voice was still steady.

"That's right." The maid was not surprised, and nodded in response.

"Let him go, there were a few of them running out before this, right?"

"Plus the one just now, five in total."

"Got it, you can step down, and report it to me if you have something."

The maid turned to open the door and leave, and before leaving the door, she turned around: "Ms. Dili, do you need to report to Lord Raul?" ”

Di Li glared at her, and the latter shrank back with a look of fear on his face.

"I'm sorry, but I'm talking too much, Ms. Dili." The maid hurriedly bowed her head in response.

"These people are just adding strength, they can borrow strength, but they can't rely on it." Di Li stood up suddenly, the stone on her back held high by her, and then she stretched out her hands and grabbed it tightly, lifting the weight on the ground.

"Forget it, report it to old Wharton, and he'll tell Lord Raul." With that, Di Li waved her hand impatiently, and the maid trotted out of the room as if she had been pardoned.

At half past eleven in the evening, for office workers, this time is almost all sleeping, even if it is a little later, they should be ready to go to bed, but for a big city like Am, the nightlife has just begun.

Amm is the capital of Leesta province, and it is more prosperous than Lington, not to mention a rural town like Green Town, which is the largest city in the three southern provinces.

After Gong Bing left the Xinghuyue villa area, he casually stopped a taxi and set off, and he changed taxis twice along the way, turned east and west, and made a few more detours, and finally came to the Viana city in the northwest corner of Am.

When he got out of the car, Gong Bing had already changed into a new outfit, black from head to toe, and his head was still deeply covered in the hood, this set of clothes was specially bought in the clothing store on the side of the road when he changed taxis halfway.

It was a very small clothing store, and only one person could enter and exit at the door, and the store was the size of a palm, and the store was still watched by an old woman with a sad face, and it was not easy to attract attention to what she bought.

The clothes sold in this store were bought at a glance, and Gong Bing knew that they were all second-hand and taken back, so he washed them casually, put on a new label, and turned his head to sell them as new.

Gong Bing turned left and right on the street, suddenly turned around and got into an alley, and from time to time he climbed over the low wall, seemingly wandering around, but in fact, he was targeted, he had already memorized the map of Amm City, and before the club came out, he took a few more looks, which would be well understood.

Gong Bing, who has cultivated the method of chanting and gathering, has a spiritual power far higher than that of ordinary people, and his five senses and intuition are becoming more and more sensitive, coupled with the experience of his previous life, Gong Bing has greater confidence that no one can follow him without being discovered.

Ten minutes later, when Gong Bing turned out of the alley and walked onto a slightly wider two-car lane, there was another skeletal-faced woolen hood on his face.

It's been a long time since he last wore a skull hood, and he doesn't usually need it, but tonight he has to do personal things, so it comes in handy again.