The fifth king of the elves

Chapter 837 837. Waiting for the Answer

Seeing Lucky Egg and Grapefruit heal the injuries of the eight rookies who were later injured, the one who was knocked out by Huishi the first suddenly found himself... very lucky?

Huishi hit himself just right at the beginning, that is, he passed out, and was not injured at all, that is, he was swollen.

Now these eight brothers were all bruised and swollen, and grinned as soon as the wound medicine was applied, Yuzi shouted several times to hold back, but these big men couldn't bear it.

The eight people didn't know that this was the result of Huishi's restraint. If they used the power to deal with the ghosts, they would have already vomited blood, and they probably wouldn't be able to recover if they didn't lie on the bed for half a month.

Finally, I know that the criminals that Huishi performed the missions in the past can't be escorted back in full. Apart from the reason that Huishi will toss the vicious prisoners, most of the other people were injured when they couldn't resist Huishi's attack during the arrest process.

Huishi, who has fully entered the state, is a violent humanoid monster. He is more lethal than most elves raised by ordinary people, and he is proficient in fighting techniques. Every move is a ruthless move that may cause disability.

After getting Huishi's assembly order again, except for the one who was still applying the medicine, the rest of the Interpol rookies immediately lined up outside the woods, this time they didn't dare to show their air.

Huishi didn't show up right away, but went to a place where the Interpol couldn't see and fumbled for his pocket.

After a long time, he remembered that for the competition, he handed over all the cigarettes to Mai for safekeeping.

A small square box flew towards Huishi, Huishi took it with a smile, took out the cigarette happily and lit it, and took a deep puff.

Luther and his group returned to the scene immediately after watching the play, and couldn't help clapping their hands as they watched Huishi smoking a cigarette.

"Okay, okay, I haven't exercised for a long time, and my body is very stiff. If it was before, it could end sooner." Huishi smiled and called to stop, and he was actually a little shy.

"It's really hard to imagine that you are so powerful, old man, and you still have so many scars. How dangerous were those missions before."

Huo Yan was really convinced.

She was also a member of the lava team before, and when she thought that if she was still in the lava team, she might meet the old man, she broke into a cold sweat.

I heard from the old man before that in the same batch, there were colleagues who were as good as him in the black hole team. Huoyan, who lacked imagination, only thought that group of people were like the old man, an old man who was more capable of fighting.

Now it seems... the older generation of Interpol is really powerful, and it is no wonder that the vast majority of evil organizations start to be frightened when they hear the name of Interpol.

"Scars? Some are protecting our own people, some are protecting elves, and some were attacked by surprise. It's been decades, and the memory is blurred." The old man tried to recall, and shook his head with a wry smile soon after.

There are so many things to do that recalling is a trouble.

"Okay, I'm going to train people."

Huishi got up with a cigarette in his mouth, but the hand holding the cigarette box was grabbed by Mai.

"Old man, as I said, you can get one in a day, please return it obediently." Mai said with a smile.

With Huishi's strength, it was impossible for Mai to pry open his fingers and take the cigarette, but Mai did it.

A long time ago, Luther and Mai stopped Huishi's crazily smoking habit, and limited to one cigarette a day.

Huishi, crane taro, and even the aging Juye are all Qidao's treasures, so it's impossible not to pay attention to your health.

"You, you and Luther are really a good match. They both like to worry about things." Although he was complaining, Huishi let go and let Mai take away the cigarette box.

Huishi seldom refuses the care from Mai and Luther. He has never experienced the feeling of home a long time ago, and he felt this strange feeling for the first time on Qidao.

Seeing the gray stone appear, the people who were still being treated didn't bother to apply the potion, and gritted their teeth and got up and returned to the team.

"I know you have a lot of opinions on me." Huishi changed his previous sternness and said earnestly.

"You are right, Interpol is also a trainer, if the elf can solve the problem, then let the elf do it."

"But ask yourself, are you strong enough?"

Harold in the team may be the only one who still has the confidence to say that he is strong enough. Although his talent was wasted, his foundation is still there.

As for the others, Huishi could only shake his head at them.

"If your strength is really good, I don't require you to be on par with Luther, the owner of this island. I don't even require you to have the same strength as the owner of the pavilion. As long as you have the strength of the Lily of the Valley Conference qualifiers or even the main competition level players."

"Whoever dares to say now that he has this strength, I will ask Luther to help you train."

"Is there any, if you think you can do it, stand up!"

No one is listed.

"Precisely because not everyone can have their own strength, their own strength is particularly important."

Huishi slowly took off his coat, and many ugly small earthworms were densely covered on the raised muscles, which were ugly scars left by scabs from wounds.

One by one, one after another, it seems to be telling one after another past events, and it is also like a medal of honor.

The awe of the rookies turns to pure respect after witnessing these scars.

They have protected people and elves time and time again in the corners that the world has no way of knowing, and they are anonymous, leaving only a sealed file.

When the younger generations pay their respects, they often have ten lines at a glance, and those achievements can be summed up in a few sentences, as if the things they do are ordinary, as if they went out to buy a dish.

But how much of the past is buried behind the scenes?
"Although the world has changed in recent years, there are fewer disputes, and there are fewer vicious guys, but I'm not afraid of ten thousand, just in case."

"I've seen madness like none of you have seen, I've faced sickening darkness, I've seen unspeakable crimes..."

"Because I've seen it, I never slack off."

"Because of this, I can stand before you and teach you, instead of sleeping in the grave."

Huishi's eyes were no longer sharp, but softened.

"Every skill I teach you is so that you can go home safely after every mission."

Huishi seemed to think of his former companions, and smiled nostalgically.

"This is my skill, my experience, my mantle, and now, I want to pass it on to you. I don't know you, are you willing to take it?"

There was no forced answer, nor a stern tone, just a vicissitudes old man gently telling his half-life insights, waiting patiently for an answer.

At some point, the hillside behind Huishi was full of people from Qidao.

Sirona, Adek, and Dawu all watched quietly.

They have stood up in various crisis situations and kept the peace time and time again.

Their eyes seem to ask, what about you?
"willing."

The voices that were sparse at first gradually came together, and the firm voice echoed in the silent night sky.

"This is a difficult road. Hot blood is easily cold, and the sense of justice is fragile. Even so, should we continue?" Huishi asked again.

"We do!"

The rookies who were injured by Huishi also shouted excitedly.

Huishi smiled. Luther hadn't seen the old man smile so selflessly and happily for a long time.

"Take two days off, and after two days, start the real training."

(End of this chapter)