??Chapter 362: 215 Secret Transmission of the Southern Dipper (4300)_2
Chapter 362: 215 Secret Transmission of the Southern Dipper (4300)_2
Nine of the secret martial art schools dominate in terms of the number of disciples, range of influence, and high-end combat power. They are collectively referred to as the East Nine Gates, a term that has grown increasingly popular in recent years.
The Ringing Water Road in North Flow Country is one of the East Nine Gates. Over the past decade, the power of the Ringing Water Road has grown increasingly formidable, and its gifted disciples have demonstrated their strength, entering the ranks of second-tier secret martial art schools.
Among the East Nine Gates, Ringing Water Road ranks eighth.
The Red Vulture Fist, however, is not among the Nine Gates. It is a sect similar to the Wind Elephant Gate, rely occupying a small corner.
After so chatting, Casio’s thoughts beca clearer than before. An accurate and comprehensive intelligence report is indeed a valuable thing.
On the nineteenth of June, around two P.M.,
Xia La and Tom, the two brats, were taken away by personnel sent by the Black chanism. They would take a train together to East Sea County.
Miss Chiara works in East Sea County.
At eight o’clock on the morning of June 20th,
Casio, alone, took a train to East Sea County, carrying a travel case with a change of clothes.
At two o’clock in the early morning of June 22nd,
A man dressed like a thief broke into the standalone house at 112 Caesar Road in North Flow Country, where Casio and Tom had previously lived. After so exploration, he left empty-handed.
At nine o’clock in the morning, the landlord of 112 Caesar Road received a visit from a stranger who was looking to rent. The visitor had a strange accent, pale skin, and wore a uniquely designed skull ring on his right hand. His face was stiff, and his deanor, cold.
On June 22nd, at four in the afternoon,
Casio arrived in East Sea County and at six o’clock in the evening, he boarded another train to Windsor County. The next morning, at six, as the sky began to lighten, a white mist enveloped the surroundings.
Maple Leaf Train Station, Sim City, Windsor County.
The tall gray flat-top building appeared faintly visible in the fog. On the rectangular platform, a dozen passengers waited for the train.
With a shrill whistle piercing the thin fog,
A black train, puffing black smoke, rolled in. Like an imminent teor, the train’s head arrived abruptly, tearing the fog apart.
With a roar, it halted, and a great deal of steam spread out from the body of the train. The steam quickly rged with the surrounding white mist.
At the call of the conductor,
The train door opened.
A man, wearing a black overcoat, wide-brimd hat, and sunglasses, stepped off. He headed quickly towards the station exit.
Out on the gray road outside of the Maple Leaf Train Station,
A blocky black car was parked.
Upon seeing Casio co out, soone imdiately erged from the driver’s seat. Two minutes later, the car was smoothly cruising on the road.
The driver was a black-haired youth of about twenty-five years old. He had a handso appearance, with a few freckles on his face. His na was Jeremy, and he was the commissioner of the Black chanism’s Sim City branch.
The old steward, Franz, had already arranged everything else for Casio in advance. Casio only needed to focus on the challenge.
Half an hour later, Casio moved into a small white villa.
The environnt was nice, and there were even maids and butlers. The food and services were excellent. But Casio’s focus was not on these. He practiced his own boxing thod without rest, wanting to stay in top form. Challenging Blood Fist Feng Liusi in a stronger state would be the best respect.
This adjustnt took a whole day.
On June 24th, mist roiled over the Roca Mountain Range.
At the border between a lush forest and a grassland, a river ran quietly. Looking from above, the green carpet was divided into two by a shiny silver thread.
On one side of the green carpet, three black dots were moving.
“This is the place, Mr. Jeremy.”
A man dressed as a tour guide pointed ahead and said.
The freckled youth next to him nodded his head and then glanced at Casio on his right hand side. He did not know why Casio wanted to find this place. However, the order given by the Black chanism was absolute.
“How far is it from Mata River up to Death Valley?” Casio asked with so thought.
“At least forty kiloters,” the tour-guide-look-alike man answered after a mont’s thought. “I haven’t been to Death Valley, but so old hunters have approached it. There are many poisonous snakes and fierce beasts in the depths of the Roca Mountains. Even ard with a gun, it’s not safe…”
He glanced at Casio, seemingly giving a discreet warning.
However, Casio showed no change in his expression. He looked at the river that was glistening under the sunlight. “Jeremy, you guys go back. Oh, and give
the map of the mountain range.”
Five minutes later.
Only Casio was left standing on the whole grassland. The wind gently brushed the drooping grass, and his black coat fluttered around him.
He glanced at the map in his hand, then stepped forward.
The Roca Mountains were mostly dense virgin forests. Now it was sumr, the forest was even more humid and stuffy. At first glance, it was all dark green trees. Trees about three to four ters tall were densely packed, with varying thicknesses. The ground was covered with lush shrubs and ssy grasses, as well as thick layers of leaves.
Casio stepped on the wet riverbank mud, looking up along the river. The vertical drop was roughly dozens of ters. It was not a waterfall but quite steep. Shrubs grew densely in the gaps between the rugged rocks and the amount of water vapor was heavy.
He had already co around five kiloters into the Roca Mountains.
His pace was fast, it had only taken him about half an hour.
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