“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.

actually step in to help the Gordon family? I’ve

happened so quickly! If the Medicina family hadn’t meddled, we would

How come their men are so skilled? They’re definitely not inferior to any of the ancient martial arts families!”

T

notice something feels off? It seems like some of the people from

was just about to say the same thing! That man with a scar on his face, his skills

Despite his average punches, every move he makes is incredibly sharp. I almost ended

all talking at once, tending to their wounds while

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irritably shouted, “What’s the point of saying all this now? We’ve failed the mission tonight and should be thinking about how we’re going to explain our failure

the words were spoken,

kind of reprimand and punishment

a ghostly shadow behind the crowd in the profound

church

have to worry about explaining when you get back,” she

men shot to their feet,

the Medicina family!” Someone immediately recognized her as the very person they had fought earlier.

want with us? What do you

shoulders slightly. Her face was cold

mean it literally. You don’t have to think

her icy gaze.

can’t go back

darkened, and the atmosphere

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