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This surprised Da Qiao, Taiyi, and Kyogoku Makoto, who had just climbed out of the river.
Then he leaped up and headed towards the top of the bridge.
"He seems to really just be here to confirm something."
Ignoring his soaked clothes, Makoto Kyogoku watched the departing figure and spoke.
"Could it be that Ken really isn't dead?"
Suddenly realizing what was happening, Da Qiao exclaimed in surprise.
Having not sensed his breathing or his stopped heart, he had initially assumed it was the end.
But the existing contractual ties now filled him with joy.
"?"
"!"
Taichi and Kyogoku Makoto didn't understand his reasoning, so they were quite taken aback.
If the heart stops beating, how can a person live?
"It must be Fist of the North Star!"
"Yes."
During their previous interactions, Da Qiao had heard from the other party that Hokuto Shinken possessed a secret technique that could suppress internal activity to a minimum and thus restore physical strength.
Using this secret technique will cause you to enter a state of "death" like a corpse.
He'll be alright!
After explaining, she clenched her hands tightly, no longer caring about the attack she had just suffered, and Da Qiao felt a little relieved.
"Well"
(Can martial arts truly bring the dead back to life?)
Observing Kenjiro's condition, Makoto Kyogoku widened his eyes and savored the moment.
It seems he still has a narrow perspective.
Others have already mastered the ability to micromanage the body's functions and cells to "cultivate their character and temperament."
It was a bit too arrogant of me to be satisfied with just breaking through giant rocks before.
He didn't doubt the other party's words, after all, the skills displayed by the experts he had seen were traceable.
As the saying goes, it can be achieved through exercise.
If a punch can create waves and shockwaves, then adjusting one's body to "come back to life" doesn't seem like such an unacceptable thing.
"Um"
Having learned something new, he nodded and memorized it.
"Excuse me, I need to take him back to the hotel to rest first."
"Little friend, you also need to be careful. If you are in danger, you can come to me anytime."
"besides."
"My name is Makoto Kyogoku. Just call me Kyogoku."
"You'd better stay away from this fight. You were lucky this time you didn't encounter any evil enemies, but you won't always be safe and sound."
Even though Da Qiao himself was the one most vulnerable to danger, he still earnestly tried to persuade Taichi and Kyogoku Makoto.
As they watched the figure carrying the person gradually disappear into the distance, Kyogoku Makoto and Taichi were deeply impressed by his gentle demeanor.
Despite his intimidating appearance, he is actually quite gentle and polite.
It's a strange contrast.
"what are you doing?"
But at that moment, his right hand was grabbed, which startled Taiichi. He looked at Kyogoku Makoto, who was squatting down, and questioned him.
"No, I just want to know how this mark came about."
"If even a child like you can be selected, I wonder if I can be too."
"You know this?"
"Because I know someone who was also involved, and he told me some information."
There is no doubt that being selected means being "lucky".
At least that's how Makoto Kyogoku sees it.
He was truly envious of the thought of being able to fight against all sorts of masters.
"?"
Seeing the other person's obviously bright eyes and excited expression, Taiyi understood what he was thinking.
That was the look in his eyes that said he wanted to fight someone.
What a strange adult.
……
"Um"
"So what's going on?"
Recalling the scene she had just witnessed, Vermouth didn't know how to describe it.
Following the two children, she discovered they were looking down at the shallows, realizing something must have happened there, so she went around to a nearby building.
The result was that I saw two men fighting on the shallows.
To her, fighting was like performing stunts.
The person just vanished in a flash, the movement completely invisible.
But the dust that occasionally exploded, the waves that surged, and the broken trees all testified to its terrifying power.
There was an incredible, bursting feeling that she couldn't understand at all.
“Beep, beep, beep!!”
"what happened?"
When she received the call from Cohen, Vermouth hesitated for a moment before answering.
"The situation is not good."
She found it strange that she could hear the "astonishment" in the other person's words.
"Vodka and Gin were killed by someone, I don't know."
"ha?!!"
Cohen stood on the street, looking at the vodka with the word "big" embedded in the wall and the gin that had been dumped upside down in the trash can, unsure of what to say.
He originally came to check on Vodka and Gin because they had lost contact, but...
He had never seen anything like this in all the time he had been in the organization.
Chapter 393 Vermouth: My teammates almost got wiped out!
"What happened?"
Chianti frowned and asked after meeting up with Cohen.
"do not know."
What followed was Cohen shaking his head in bewilderment.
He vaguely remembered in the communications that Gin and Vodka were following Vermouth, but he couldn't get in touch with them no matter how many times he called, so he searched around following their route.
And that's how I witnessed this scene right here on this street corner.
"Hit by a car?"
It has to be said that the current state of vodka and gin is unimaginable.
One was knocked into the wall and got stuck, while the other was stuffed headfirst into a trash can.
This doesn't seem like a normal thing to happen.
"Where would a car come from in a place like this?"
"I wish I had taken a picture earlier. It's not too late now."
"It's best not to do that."
Chianti's gloating expression at the two men already on the ground was quite inappropriate, and Cohen stopped her.
Just the thought of someone seeing something so embarrassing would probably be hard for Gin to accept.
If someone takes photos of me as part of their embarrassing past, I'm afraid I'll definitely be ruined.