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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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both shook their

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“While it’s true we don’t know the chief instructor’s 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

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

“And just how formidable

a deep-seated pain. “It’s best we forget those memories,” Terry

explained, “Well, all of our chief instructor’s techniques were imparted by King, yet she exceeded

mentor at Doomsday Base. “And what do those pained

instinctive reaction,” Terry replied, dabbing at a tear. “The chief instructor not only possesses unmatched martial prowess but also a fiery temper. Cross her, and you’re in for a severe thrashing.

a soft chuckle. “Did she really beat both of

“She broke

grimaced. “And I ended up

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

Terry shook