Although the streets were full of people, the man in black had a keen sense, not only sensing that someone was watching him, but also accurately catching the owner of the gaze in the bustling crowd.

The man in black's gaze was like lightning, and his gaze was solemn and sharp, with a hint of scrutiny and warning.

However, this flavor is more stereotypical, like an auto-reply popping up in a chat box.

Probably because it's just a conditioned reflex formed by the other party for a long time.

Anything that might pose a threat to himself, would automatically provoke his reaction.

Gong Bing also discovered that under the other party's black wide-brimmed hat, there was a pair of eyes without a trace of eyebrows.

And he was discovered so easily, Gong Bing felt a little surprised.

But this is also because he didn't hide it much, otherwise the other party wouldn't have noticed him so easily.

But with the other party's keenness, Gong Bing was even more convinced in his heart, convinced of the identities of these two black-clothed people, and knew that they were not ordinary people.

However, no matter who the other party is, he has no half-dime relationship with him, and Gong Bing doesn't have any thoughts of delving.

And after the man in black stared at Gong Bing for a few seconds, he didn't know if it was because he didn't find the threat or because he didn't think it was necessary, the man in black quickly withdrew his gaze and continued to move forward.

Soon he walked to the end of the boundary of the convenience store window glass and disappeared from Gong Bing's sight.

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"Huh? Dockberg, my man, what's wrong with you? ”

As if sensing the strangeness of his companion, among the black-clothed men who had just walked away, the taller and burly one asked his companion.

Retracting his gaze, Docberg, who had been looking down thoughtfully, raised his head and responded, "It's nothing, it's just that I just found a young man." ”

"A young man? Is it an acquaintance of yours? ”

"No, Link, you know, I rarely go to the three southern provinces, let alone a small place like Green Town, here, I don't know anyone." Docberg shook his head and said, "If it weren't for the hunt for Serra this time, where would I have had the chance to be here?" ”

"Is there anything special about the young man you just met? Is it also a supernatural being? Link asked, moving to the way of an oncoming child.

"It's not a stranger, but now that I've thought about it a little, it reminds me of who the other party is.

According to the information he got before coming here, that young man should be the newly recruited inner disciple of the Luo Clan Martial Arts Pavilion recently, and he was already a high-ranking person at a young age, and he was the best young disciple of the Luo Clan Martial Arts Pavilion at the moment. ”

It sounded like a compliment, but Docberg's tone didn't feel flattering at all.

As second-level deacos of the Scarlet Council's adjudication squad, Duckberg and Link don't have much status, but they still have a lot of rights in the organization and can get a lot of convenience from the organization.

This kind of information and intelligence on local forces and organizations in various places is just one of many conveniences.

"Oh, Roche Martial Arts Hall? Isn't it amazing? Link scratched his face and asked suspiciously.

"I've told you many times that you should keep the basic intelligence information in mind before any action, and you can't be confused and blinded.

Besides, didn't this intelligence information be handed over to you a few days ago? ”

"Isn't that you? I won't bother with it, hahahaha. Link said with a wave of his palm.

"You... Alas..."

Looking at Link with a wry smile, Dockberg sighed helplessly before continuing.

"The Luo Clan Martial Arts Pavilion is the secret martial arts sect in Green Town, and it is also the largest secret martial force in the vicinity, and the director of the pavilion is a heaven-level master of the previous generation, but it is said that he suffered a lot of injuries many years ago, which damaged his strength, and he has not made a move for a long time, and at this time, the sect is mainly in charge of his eldest son."

"However, this sect has no ambitions, it has always been the appearance of a small rich Ze'an, mainly entrenched in a place with Green Town as the center, a radius of a hundred miles nearby."

"Oh, that's it~" Link replied casually, his eyes looking around, a little contemptuous and unconcerned, and he seemed to be lacking in interest.

Generally speaking, abilities and secret weapons are very different categories of power.

The usual supernatural realm and the secret martial realm are also distinct, each with its own circle of activity, although the people in the two circles know each other's existence, and it is not said that they have nothing to do with each other, but in general, they are all on their own, and they will not easily get involved in their own affairs.

Moreover, between the two sides, there is still a rumor that a martial artist of the same level is invincible to a person with the same level of ability.

This also makes the vast majority of martial artists unhappy with the abilities, thinking that they are just a group of complacent guys who rely on their talents, and they are nothing without talent.

However, many people feel that they are the darlings of God, the direction of human evolution, and the pioneers who stand out among the human race.

Therefore, he looks down even more on those who rely on acquired training and delusionally want to approach and surpass their own secret martial artists.

All in all, both sides have their own reasons why they don't like each other.

Over time, over time, they became two small worlds with little communication.

Because of this, as an adept and a powerful adept, Link not only had no interest in understanding the young man after hearing from Docberg that he was a secret martial artist, but even couldn't help but feel a little contemptuous.

This kind of contempt is subconscious, without malice, and it also represents the attitude of the vast majority of supernatural people towards martial artists nowadays.

Dockberg only took a look at it after sensing Gong Bing's gaze and felt that he was not an ordinary person, and he didn't care much about Gong Bing's strength.

For martial artists, as long as their strength does not reach the quasi-heavenly level, Docberg will not take it seriously.

"Just a little warrior, don't forget we have more important things to do, my man." Link continued.

In the evening, they finally received a message from a secret channel that Serra had been found in Greentown, and although he later lost his trace, according to the intelligence officers, Serra seemed to be heading in the direction of Greentown University.

So as soon as they received the news, Link and the others immediately set off from the hotel where they were temporarily staying and rushed in the direction of Greentown University.

If it weren't for the fact that there were too many passers-by and traffic control was implemented, he would have driven straight to Greentown University early in the morning.

It will never be like now, and I can only helplessly follow the crowd on foot.

"Link, you're right, let's go, we can't let him run away again this time no matter what." Hearing Link's words, Dockberg pressed the brim of his hat and said.

The two then moved on, quickly disappearing into the crowd.

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Inside a convenience store.

Miranda chattered behind Gong Bing's back for a long time, but finally found that he was just looking out the window, not listening to himself at all, and completely treating her as air.

Seeing this, Miranda couldn't help but feel annoyed.

After holding back the urge to kick Gong Bing, she didn't continue to stand stupidly, sat next to Gong Bing, and complained: "Hey, I just said so many words, did you take it as the wind in your ears and didn't listen to a word?" ”

asked him to still stare outside in a daze, Miranda followed Gong Bing's gaze and looked outside, but didn't find anything special, so she turned back to look at him: "I said what are you looking at, is there anything to see?" ”

"Nothing." Gong Bing lowered his eyes and replied casually.

"Humph!"

Thinking that he was perfunctory, Miranda pursed her mouth and snorted, and her slender legs, which were tightly wrapped in black pantyhose, stomped the ground in dissatisfaction.

Because no one came into the store for the time being, there were only two people in the store for a while, Gong Bing and Miranda.

So the two chatted slowly, without saying a word, and most of the topics revolved around Fias, after all, this is one of the few places where the two of them intersect.

And although the things that once fought side by side are not long, for them, it is not something worth talking about, but the days when Fias temporarily lived in Miranda's rental house are the bits and pieces worth remembering.

Playing with each other like friends, eating at the table like relatives, and communicating with friends like confidants are all very rare and wonderful experiences for Miranda, who has been lonely since childhood.

Gong Bing and Miranda are also considered to be ignorant, although they have fought before, but there is actually no grudge between the two.

On the contrary, because they are both relatively independent and withdrawn to a certain extent, and have their own strange quirky personalities, etc., they finally became friends who looked at each other by chance.

In Gong Bing's view, Miranda's life situation is somewhat similar to herself, one is lonely and adrift, and the other is forced to travel through time and space to live in another world, both of whom have lost their relatives and roots.

In the days after Fias was brought home by Lake again, Gong Bing did not go to Miranda's rental house, but still went to the restaurant where she worked every once in a while to eat.

Although Miranda always has all kinds of disgust on her mouth, she will add a more sufficient amount to Gong Bing every time and give away various desserts for free.

And the reason why Gong Bing will go to patronize.

It's not because of how good the meals are.

It's just that... It's just a little lonely.

There is a feeling of wanting to get close to the same kind and talk about comfort.

Maybe Milanda feels the same way?

Listening to Miranda's words, Gong Bing shook the ash of his cigarette and thought involuntarily in his heart.

Gong Bing turned his head and looked at Miranda's side face, only then did he realize that this guy was actually impatient, with a delicate nose, heroic embroidered eyebrows, and that stubborn mouth.

Although her skin is dark, it is a healthy wheat color, and the most striking thing is naturally her slender and straight legs, which in Gong Bing's memory, even Alice is not as good as Miranda.

However, on the contrary, it is the three labels of wealth fan, tsundere and hard-mouthed that are what Miranda left the biggest impression on Gong Bing.

Quite two-dimensional, isn't it?

Thinking of this, Gong Bing couldn't help but chuckle.

"Are you smiling? Am I talking funny? ”

Finding that Gong Bing laughed inexplicably, Miranda thought that Gong Bing had just lost his mind again, and regarded himself as air again, so he immediately said angrily.

"No, I'm listening." Gong Bing denied it, but there was still a smile on his lips.

This smile became a mockery in Miranda's eyes.

"Who are you fooling? I didn't even tell a joke just now!! ”

"I'm not laughing at you."

"And you're still laughing?"

“… Well, I don't laugh. ”

"Then tell me, what I just said."

“……”