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Chapter 120:

“Our chief instructor from Doomsday Base!” Terry declared with pride

“Exactly!” Marc replied, slapping his thigh in excitement. “How could I forget? The sight of Black Snake accepting the task was so startling that it slipped my mind. If we manage to bring in our chief instructor, we won’t have any worries.”

Connor turned to his two bodyguards and asked, “Are you talking about the woman known as Black Mallow?”

“Yes!” Terry confirmed with a nod

Connor now understood exactly whom they were discussing. He had heard tales of Black Mallow from Doomsday Base. It was said she had exceptional skills and that Zyair Ortiz, the King of Doomsday Base, had appointed her as his successor. Rumors had swirled that Black Mallow had vanished from public view, leading Connor to speculate that she might have either died or suffered crippling injuries from intense martial arts training. Now that Marc and Terry had brought her up, his interest was reignited

“Where is your chief instructor currently?”

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and Terry both shook their heads.

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current location, we could request King to summon her from her retreat. Our King is quite fond of wealth. Offer a substantial sum, and he’ll surely

realm, the Doomsday Base and its founder, Zyair, were regarded with fear, yet these two who trained under him viewed him as nothing more than a greedy elder ready to trade his student for cash. When Marc and Terry applied for their bodyguard roles, they presented gold-level credentials from the Doomsday Base. Such credentials not only qualified them to meet both King and the elusive

“And just how formidable is this chief

their bodies tensing as if recalling a deep-seated pain. “It’s best we

instructor’s techniques were imparted by King, yet

of a student besting her mentor at Doomsday Base. “And what do those pained expressions of yours

fiery temper. Cross her, and you’re in for a severe thrashing. Almost every student at the base has endured her wrath. We’ve taken to calling her

out a soft chuckle. “Did she really beat both

“She broke three

grimaced. “And I ended up with a

tried to picture the chief instructor. “You guys don’t hate her for

shook their