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    Seeing the green light next to Rhys’ profile picture, Harlee exhaled slowly, her tension easing as she rxed her shoulders. She wasted no time and typed a message.


    “Any new developments?”


    When Rhys didn’t respond right away, Harlee tapped his profile picture and entered the tracking channel. Her eyes narrowed as she saw Rhys’ location—Golnach Isles.


    Harlee’s brow furrowed in confusion. What on earth was he doing there? Could it be…


    Thinking back to the events of three years ago, she swiftly typed out the message.


    “I have deployed an undercover agent there. Reach out to him directly if anything urgent arises.”


    She attached the agent’s name and photo before hitting send.


    Harlee stared at the phone screen, running through her thoughts to ensure she hadn’t missed any crucial details. Once she was certain there was nothing more to add, she finally raised her head and shifted her gaze toward the recruits.


    The remaining dozen recruits, along with those who had returned to the battleground after being treated for poisoning, managed to kill thest of the saw-scaled vipers after two grueling hours. By the time the battle was over, exhaustion had taken its toll. One by one, they copsed to the ground, their bodies sinking in relief.


    Harlee’s eyes fell on the small stone stool where she had been squatting earlier. Her gaze sharpened, and she strode over with purpose.


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    As soon as the recruits saw Harlee approaching, they jumped to their feet. Though fatigue weighed heavily on their bodies, a spark of joy glinted in their eyes.


    They waited eagerly for Harlee’s praise. Each of them was certain that Harlee would be pleased with their efforts. After all, this was their first taste of grueling snake-handling training, and remarkably, only half of them hade away injured.


    In an instant, shock rippled through the crowd. Their eyes, however, were drawn to Harlee as she confidently strode past them, reaching under a small stone pir to extract a saw-scaled viper with her bare hands. She expertly gripped the snake by the neck, twisted sharply, and ended its life with a swift snap.


    Each person instinctively flinched. This particr viper was more dangerous than any they had seen before, posing a significant threat to anyone who might be its target.


    Rickey, who had narrowly avoided an attack moments earlier, now realized how close he hade to death at the fangs of such a creature.


    With aposed demeanor, Harlee discarded the lifeless snake and squinted slightly, addressing the group.


    “Did you think the danger ended with the death of the vipers? Always remember, the desert never offers true safety.”


    Her voice cut through the air, cold and devoid of warmth. She imparted another critical lesson—that constant vignce was required, both in time and ce, as danger on the battlefield could strike without warning.


    Harlee’s gaze swept over the group, finally locking onto Rickey with piercing intensity.


    “I’ve saved you twice today. Let’s not make it a third during this training,” she said firmly.


    “Yes, Ma’am!” Rickey responded, saluting with a flushed face.


    As the sky began to darken, Harlee half-narrowed her eyes and spoke slowly.


    “We’ll be heading back in ten minutes. Anyone who thinks they can find dinner along the way is wee to leave the group on their own.”


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