Hiring a vigor wielder would cost upward of several hundred grand.

Going up and one would have the Birthright rank, which cost millions.

On the other hand, it was basically impossible to hire Ascendant-ranked elites as they would not be in need of money, and most would have other assignments issued by the Martial Alliance. Naturally, one could offer a huge sum on a bounty, hence hiring a martial artist on a short-term contract.

It was the livelihood for most martial artists-indeed, that was what Glen Turnbull did when his family had last faced a crisis, recruiting martial artists from different schools and sects.

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After around half an hour, Frank arrived alone at the Zamri branch of the Martial Alliance.

Like the branch of any major company, the Zamri branch of the Martial Alliance was a grand office building, having a modern interior as well.

were bright and squeaky clean like that of major banks, and there were receptionists and staff just

around, this branch office was overcrowded that day, with martial artists keen to register for the martial tournament. Naturally, Frank was one of them, quietly walking up to the queue

he had a bad feeling when he saw that his number

was left smiling wryly as the electronic board overhead said

were that many registrants here in Zamri? But he had not

eons until he got his

fiddled with his number and wondered if he should register some other

of men-in-black

a scowling woman in red strode through the path cleared, frowning at the crowd around her as she pursed her lips and scoffed. "They really let just anyone in here, huh? Guess there

up and her bodyguards clearing a path, and her mockery naturally left a few people

hurt you just because

you don't know who I am? I guess there's only scum around here... and who do you

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