Donald laughed, “Haha! How typical, young ‘uns getting acquainted with the way of the fist.” Vicky certainly did not believe that it was just a friendly spar, though she had no reason to get hostile when Frank and Yara were just fine.

“Anyway, we shall be leaving,” she said. “Thank you for your hospitality, Mr.

Salazar.” Donald nodded. “Do think about my proposal, Ms. Turnbull. I’ll be waiting.”

“I certainly will,” Vicky said and left with Yara and Frank, her expression already cool.

Donald watched as they left before his eyes narrowed.

White, how did those two

he was about to speak, leaving Donald, Marco, and

White!” “What happened

typical martial artist,” Jaud growled through his teeth. “We were wrestling with our vigors, but that kid left me coughing blood.” Donald was left gaping. “What?! Are you saying he’s stronger than you?” “No–we were just

I’d gone all out… not to mention that I’m a specialist when it comes to poisons.” The man was certainly confident

nodded in turn–Jaud was old as well, so it was fine if he lost in vigor since his specialty

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