The Martial Unity

"Damn it!" A curse echoed through the room.

Had Feron Lowminer known the Hier girl was as slippery as she was, he would have been much more careful than he already was. But he didn't, and here he was.

He had a bad feeling in his gut when he heard that Bella Hier was not at her personal home, and that she had hastily departed once she had learnt of her father's death. It was odd behaviour, what kind of daughter hastily ran away from home without announcing her destination after learning of her father's death?

Why wasn't there a period of mourning? Rather than grief, her behavior indicated fear.

All this strongly suggested that she had already figured out her predicament, and had taken pre-emptive measures to protect herself.

And she had surpassed his expectations, she managed to escape immediate capture and had remained hidden well enough and long enough to hire a Martial Apprentice from the Martial Union, remarkably raising the difficulty of her capture.

Martial Apprentices could not be defeated by ordinary men, not without a huge numeric advantage, and even then, it would require truly remarkable and advantageous circumstances to succeed.

"Only Martial Artists can defeat Martial Artists..." Feron grunted, before glancing at a dark figure at the corner of the room. "Isn't that right, Azazel?"

The shadowy figure nodded mildly, not saying a word.

"Remain on standby, if and when the girl slips up, I expect you to finish the job." Feron coldly stated. "Kill her and the pesky Martial Apprentice."

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a strand of his unique hair from slipping and out. Protecting his identity had become an even greater deal now that he knew he was dealing with powerful third parties with whom he had a strong conflict of interest. He was not going to take any chances, a single blunder

he heard some noises come from

a puzzled look as he was about to open the bathroom, when

realized, as he heard

He wasn't sure what to do, he wasn't close to her, he didn't know her whatsoever, he was here

before, on anything, especially a teenager. Let

open the door, making a lot of noise with something or the other,

He asked, pretending as if he knew nothing. She nodded with a steeled expression; an expression

like she's pulled herself together, that's

her emotional state was too unreliable, he might decide

to the next district, we'll have to change our clothes once again, just to be safe." She told

next district is district fourteen, I

influx and outflux of traders, merchants, suppliers, transporters and consumers. The two of us won't stand out in anyway, and as long as we keep our heads low, the

connection to the director of

the outermost layer

him?"

him my entire life, my father and him went way back having known each

shrugged mildly, if she thought he was trustworthy, then he could only follow her