“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 never heard of any communication

the Medicina family

insignificant? How come their men are

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people from the Medicina family aren’t using the traditional martial arts

with a scar on

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

tending to their wounds while engaging in a heated

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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 when we

were

kind of reprimand and punishment

a slender figure appeared like a ghostly shadow behind the

as the church

you get back,” she

their feet, all looking

You’re from the Medicina family!” Someone immediately recognized her as the very person they had fought

us? What

shoulders slightly. Her face was cold as steel, devoid of

to think about explaining when you return,

lifted her

can’t go back

and the atmosphere instantly became tense.

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