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    66 Duke Avenue in the central city of Mars, this white Baroque building at the corner of the intersection is the headquarters of the main sect of the Phantom Stream [Griffin Rider] Mecha Fighting Gym.

    The gate of the Fighting Hall is an arched stone gate, above the gate frame, there are six griffin reliefs carved with griffins.  On the top is a mecha sculpture that looks very similar to a griffin.  The curves of the sculpture are gorgeous, and the thick and steady limbs and the flamboyant war eagle feathers complement each other.  This is the symbol of Griffon Knight standing in the free world for hundreds of years.

    But at this moment, outside the gate of the magnificent hall, it was cold.  The huge signboard of the Fighting Gym has stopped flashing neon lights, and the thick black door is tightly closed.  Pedestrians in the past hurried past, and occasionally, a low sigh would be heard in the crowd.

    [Griffin Rider] Although not as famous as other schools, many techniques have been lost.  However, this low-cost, peaceful and approachable fighting gym is the place where the dreams of many civilian teenagers started in Freeport, a world full of desecration of faith and morality, where money and rights are paramount.

    Now, this building belonging to civilians has finally come to an end.  Everyone knows that in the near future, this place will become a branch of Tailiu.  And the upright and kind old knight Smith will lose everything he has.

    In the lobby of the fighting gym at this moment, the atmosphere is dull and depressing.

    Old Smith's gaze slowly turned.  Dozens of core members of the Griffin Knights Hall have gathered in front of him.

    The three old men standing at the front, one tall and two short, are the three elders of the Griffin Knight Hall.

    They are the backbone of the Griffin Knights' Pavilion.  He is also his senior brother.  We grew up together, studied art together, and supported Phantom Flow together.  Like myself, the three elders who are over 60 years old have already shown their old age. Looking back on decades ago, they were all young men with outstanding talents.

    For the phantom flow, they have paid too much.

    Behind the elder, thirty core disciples of Griffin Knights stood in unison.  The leader is his son Cosmo.

    There is no heaviness and loneliness on the faces of young people.  Even though they already knew what happened, they still stood up straight with their chests out, as usual.

    This is the most precious treasure of the Griffon Knights Pavilion.  These disciples from the commoner class are young, gifted to endure hardship, loyal and brave.  If the core techniques of the phantom style are still there, if they are given a little more time, in time, they will become the best fighters in all genres.

    Unfortunately, now, there is no time.

    A wave of wrenching grief came over old Smith.  Just now, the [Lore] flow and the [Broken Mountain] flow have closed the door to themselves.  Not only that, but from the situation I know, many factions and forces have joined forces with the Tailiu.

    For them, the phantom stream is already a genre that is destined to need to be completely erased.  It's not a big deal.

    The only ones who feel that the sky is falling apart are themselves, the elders and disciples in front of them.

    This has to be said to be a kind of sadness.

    "Everyone already knows the situation." Old Smith's voice was heavy and haggard: "The Griffin Knight's road in Freeport has come to an end. Freeport is no longer the former Freeport. In the battle between the major forces, we  To be cleared, in fact, is only a matter of time."

    There was a commotion in the hall, the three elders only looked at each other and let out a long sigh, while the disciples below were already excited.

    "At worst, we will fight them!"

    "That's right! We are born as phantom streamers, and die as phantom stream ghosts. In Freeport, we can also gather thousands of brothers who dare to go all out. It's nothing more than a dead end!"

    "Curator, let's go. Leave this place to us. Let's see what Tailiu's bastards can do to us!"

    Old Smith waved his hand, waited for the disciples to calm down, and said with a slight smile: "This matter has reached this point, and there is no need to make unnecessary sacrifices. The property of our armor hall has already been mortgaged. Over the years  The hard-fought business is almost exhausted. Bet with Tailiu, I took advantage of it!"

    "And today, I want to take a little more of this advantage." A sly smile floated on the old man's face: "From now on, you will no longer be the disciples of Griffin Rider."

    With a bang, the whole hall immediately exploded following Old Smith's words.

    "Why?"

    This is everyone's problem.  And everyone actually knows the answer.

    "Withdrawal documents,In their eyes, the ladies are just a bunch of chickens and dogs.

    "Excuse me" A timid voice came: "Do you accept students here?"

    The atmosphere that was so tense that it almost burst, seemed to have been opened suddenly, and it was suddenly discouraged.

    Everyone looked back, and a fat man with a white face moved step by step from the door, walked in cautiously, nodded and bowed and said: "I want to learn mecha, do you accept students?"

    Seeing this fat man, Cosmo only felt a rush of blood rushing straight to the top of his head.  The whole person trembled uncontrollably.  He turned his head to look at Thomas, only to see Thomas, who was wiping off his spit, was also looking at him.  Between each other, they both found each other's eyes revealing unbelievable ecstasy.

    "Learn mecha!" A thug standing next to Cooper saw that the fat man had disrupted a good game, and couldn't help cursing: "Get out."

    "Are you the curator here?" The fat man blinked timidly.

    "You don't care who I am, tell you to get out, do you hear me?" The thug squinted his eyes, his eyes were cold.

    "I'm sorry, sir." Old Smith said: "He is not from our mecha hall. I am the curator here. However, we have some things now, and it is not convenient to recruit students. You should go to other mecha halls to see  Bar."

    "Oh." The fat man suddenly realized, glanced at the thug, curled his lips and said, "Pretending to be pretty good, I thought he was the curator. It turns out that he is not even a student What are you pretending to be?"

    "You" The thug, who had been trying to scare the fat man away, didn't expect that he let his face be so hideous. Not only was the stupid fat man not afraid, but he muttered in contempt.  I was dizzy with anger for a while.

    "Haha." Seeing that Tai Liu was speechless, the disciples of the Griffin Knight couldn't help laughing.

    "Don't you know that the Phantom Stream is almost gone?" A Tailiu disciple stared at the fat man viciously and said, "If you offend our Tailiu, I can guarantee that no school in Freeport would dare to accept you!"

    Although the words of this Tailiu disciple were exaggerated, no one could refute them.  At this time, Tailiu is covering the sky with one hand.  In ordinary schools, no one dared to accept the students they wanted to ban.  As for the two schools that rank ahead of the Thai stream, the students they accept will not be such a fat civilian who is dressed in ordinary clothes and can't fit in a slightly smaller cockpit.

    "If you are sensible." Tailiu disciple sneered, with an arrogant expression on his face: "Get out!"

    "What is Tailiu?" The fat man looked confused.

    A sneer condensed on the faces of all Tailiu disciples.  Even Cooper's forehead couldn't help the veins twitching.

    The fat man scratched his head and said, "What kind of f*cking shit, I don't know what you're talking about, Tailiu. Hurry up, don't delay my registration."

    What a f*cking mess!

    The faces of all Tailiu disciples turned blue.  This was perhaps the biggest insult Tai Liu had suffered over the years.

    "Say one more thing!" Cooper walked up to the fat man and said through gritted teeth.

    "Are you f*cking heartless?" The fat man looked at Cooper in surprise: "You want to listen to the words you scolded you several times, are you a bitch?"

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