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    Despite Xander’s persistent suggestions to marry Silver Fox and make her his sister-inw, Bu would sternly reprimand him, demanding that he refrain from such careless talk.


    This consistently led Xander to believe his older brother had no interest in romance.


    However, today was different. When Xander repeated his familiar jab, Bu did not react with his customary distaste. It wasn’t that Bu didn’t want to feel repelled; rather, he found he simply couldn’t muster the feeling.


    As Xander’sment hung in the air, Bu’s gaze inadvertently drifted towards Silver Fox, and to his surprise, he found her quite captivating. Her style of argument was sharp and venomous, her presence enchantingly beguiling, reminiscent of a clever fox.


    Her seductive charm was so profound that no observer would guess her capabilities as a fighter. Yet, when she engaged inbat, she was nothing short of spectacr and ferocious.


    Each movement she made was smooth, and her piercing gaze was intimidating. Herbat skills were unparalleled.


    The image of White Mallow made Bu think of the one he had been pondering. He recalled meeting Silver Fox on a mission when she imed to be eighteen, probably around the same age as White Mallow now.


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    Was it possible that White Mallow was Silver Fox, or was their simrity in personality merely a coincidence?


    As Bu was contemting this, a piercing scream tore through the night, startling everyone around. His first thought was for White Mallow, fearing she had been injured in her skirmish with Aelfric.


    But that wasn’t the case; White Mallow was still fiercely engaged in battle with Aelfric. The scream had emanated from another direction.


    Quickly turning, Bu confirmed that rissa was the one who had screamed. Everyone had anticipated rissa could withstand ck Mallow for a longer time, yet she had been quickly overpowered.


    The impact from the chief instructor of the Doomsday Base was more than an ordinary person could bear.


    The real agony for rissa was not merely the kick itself but the fact that she had been propelled onto a heap of broken ss, with countless shards embedding themselves in her flesh.


    While the shards were small and not deeply embedded, posing no fatal threat, the pain they inflicted was excruciating, leading to rissa’s agonized screams.


    Aelfric cast a quick nce toward rissa, torn between his desire to assist and his obligation to continue his battle with White Mallow.


    Although White Mallow couldn’t defeat Aelfric yet, she was certainly holding her own, prolonging their sh. Aelfric felt a mix of irritation and anxiety.


    While he was indifferent to rissa’s wellbeing, their fates were interconnected. If rissa fell too swiftly, his own position would bepromised.


    He realized he had to intervene. Allowing rissa to be defeated so quickly was not an option, at least not until her boss could intervene.


    To escape from the battle with White Mallow quickly, Aelfric amped up the intensity of his attacks. Every punch he threw at White Mallow was potent enough to cause serious injury.


    Yet, no matter how much Aelfric escted his aggression, White Mallow remained unfazed.


    She moved with the grace and agility of a swallow weaving through raindrops—elusive and fluid. Although she couldn’t inflict harm on him, he was equally unable to capture her.


    Witnessing rissa’s dire situation, Bu felt a strong impulse to rush to her aid. However, as soon as Bu made a move, he was halted by Connor’s stern voice ringing in his ear.


    “Don’t forget what I just said. If you dare to move, you’ll have to contend with me first. Take another step, and I’ll intervene.


    While I might not overpower you quickly, I can certainly prevent you from advancing. The oue will be the same. You might as well stay put and watch. Don’t waste your efforts.”


    Bu halted, turning to Connor with a look of helplessness. “Can’t you ask your woman not to kill rissa?”


    Connor responded with a light smile, “Sorry, I can’t control her. She does what she pleases. If I try to rein her in, she’ll turn on me.”


    Hearing this, Bu, who had been feeling anxious and powerless, let out augh. “How did I not notice before that you’re scared of your wife?”


    Connor cleared his throat awkwardly. “Yes, I’m afraid of my wife. Sorry you had to see that.”


    Just then, another shrill scream pierced the air


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