“Not getting away unscathed…” Caleb’s demeanor shifted. His previous nonchalance was gone, his upturned eyes narrowing slightly, comprehending the implications of Darcel’s threat.

He didn’t try to stop him either. He stood up and glanced at Luna not far away, his eyebrow slightly raised.

“Do whatever you want since you already have it all figured out. I’m done arguing with you and hitting the sack. I’m wiped. Good night.”

He covered his mouth to yawn, waved his hand dismissively, and returned to his tent.

Darcel stood rooted to the ground, gazing at Neera for a while longer, then summoned two men.

“Watch her. No more mistakes are allowed.”

The two men nodded respectfully. “Yes, sir!”

After giving his orders, Darcel took a final glimpse at the soundly asleep young woman before turning around and leaving.

At three in the morning, Darcel and Luna stood in the deep forest not far from the camp, enveloped by darkness.

“Deal with the group who attack tonight as you see fit. I don’t want to see any of them again.”

The man’s tone was icy, like a sharp blade slicing through the pitch-black darkness.

Luna kept her gaze trained on the ground. Her eyebrows didn’t even twitch at the order, and she merely nodded in acceptance. “Yes, I understand!”

She

With agility and quickly disappeared into the night.

That night, at a campsite somewhere in the forest, about a dozen people dressed in black were resting, all with rather grim expressions on their faces.

Gordon family? I’ve never heard

the Medicina family hadn’t meddled, we

Medicina family always prioritized medicine and considered martial arts insignificant? How come their men are so skilled? They’re definitely not inferior to any of the ancient martial arts families!”

T

you notice something feels off? It seems like some of the people from the Medicina family aren’t using the traditional

to say the same thing! That man with a scar on his face, his skills are extraordinary! I’ve

average punches, every move he makes is

to their wounds while engaging in a heated

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this now? We’ve failed the mission tonight and should be thinking about how we’re going to explain our failure when we

as the words were

kind of reprimand

like a ghostly shadow behind the crowd in the profound silence.

was as quiet as the church mouse.

explaining when you get back,”

their feet,

Medicina family!” Someone immediately recognized her as the very person they

want with us? What

rolled her shoulders slightly. Her face was cold as steel,

literally. You don’t have to think about explaining

slowly lifted her icy gaze.

can’t go back anymore.”

darkened, and the atmosphere instantly became

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