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    Connor was never interested in others’ stories, but he found himself growing curious about ck Mallow. Marc and Terry, though skilled, couldn’t match the likes of ck Snake and Lone Wolf in martial arts. Yet, they were still among the top martial artists, and ck Mallow could easily defeat them. Connor realized just how formidable ck Mallow was


    He had expected Marc and Terry to offer a convincing exnation. Perhaps they would say their chief instructor had inspired them while defeating them, or that they had be wiser while studying ancient martial arts techniques


    However, Terry said, “It’s useless to hate her.”


    Marc added, “We realized we were far less skilled than our chief instructor. We’ll never surpass her. Since we couldn’t beat her, we chose to admire her instead.”


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    “Exactly!” Terry nodded vigorously. “So, we talked it over and decided that since challenging our chief instructor was futile, we should be her super fans. Ultimately, we became her top fans, unrivaled by anyone else.”


    Connor listened, his lips twitching. He looked at them with disdain and snorted. “Losers!”


    Marc and Terry shrugged, embarrassed


    Domenicughed derisively. “You two really have no backbone. If ck Snake beats you up while trying to kill Mr. Daniels, will you start admiring ck Snake and join their cause?”


    “Absolutely not!” Marc and Terry dered together


    Marc continued, “In Doomsday Base, the most skilled earn the most respect. We started admiring the chief instructor based on the base’s rules. ck Snake is our enemy. We must risk our lives to fight against our enemy. It’s a matter of life and death. That’s the dignity of a bodyguard.”


    Terry chimed in, “In Doomsday Base, we despised traitors the most—those who broke the rules and betrayed us. If the base discovered we had betrayed our employer, they would eliminate us even before Mr. Daniels did.”


    “From your descriptions, the chief instructor is tough but principled, right?” Domenicmented


    “You could say that,” Marc agreed


    “I’m really curious. What kind of person is your chief instructor?” Domenic inquired


    “She’s just a little girl,” Terry blurted out


    “A little girl?” Domenic expressed his surprise. “She’s such an aplished martial artist. Usually, it takes decades of practice to reach such a level. How is she just a little girl?”


    Marc and Terry, who had previously looked down upon Domenic, now gave him a scornful look. “Domenic, powerhouses oftene from the younger generation,” Terry responded


    “Domenic, since you don’t practice martial arts, you might not understand how talented a martial artist can be. Don’t be so shocked. You appear ignorant,” Marc remarked. Talents flourished in different fields. Domenic, well-educated with degrees in various scientific disciplines, was often looked down upon by the bodyguards for hisck of prowess in martial arts. Yet, he never felt ashamed


    Instead of feeling inferior, Domenic remained curious. “How old is your chief instructor?” he asked


    “She was 15 when she first joined the base. Now, she should be 22.”


    “I heard King discovered her while traveling around the world. We don’t know much about her background. She wore a ck veil over her face every day. No one knew what she looked like.”


    “A warrior usually starts studying ancient martial arts from a young age. Our chief instructor didn’t start until she was 15. It was considered toote, and no one expected her to be skilled. Yet, she was an anomaly and defeated everyone in the base within a few months.”


    “So, you’re telling me your chief instructor started studying martial arts at 15 and became renowned that same year?” Domenic asked, his eyes wide with astonishment


    “Exactly,” Marc confirmed. “In Doomsday Base, we respect only the most skilled, who then be our leaders. Initially, all the men were skeptical about being led by a young girl. Countless men challenged her. Ultimately, she defeated them all.”


    The next moment, Terry added, “The worst part was when King appointed her as our chief instructor. She was such a monster; she nearly drove us to death.”


    Just then, they noticed Marissa approaching. Marc remarked instinctively, “Hold on! Why do I think Marissa looks like our chief instructor?”


    Terry also looked at Marissa, nodding in agreement. Connor tilted his head, following their gazes


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