The orphans were standing in an organized line, their breathing was steady despite the weight of Heuk Cheon's gaze.
He gestured behind him.
From the shadows of the estate, three figures had swiftly stepped forward.
Chul-woo's stomach suddenly twisted.
They were Murim Alliance guards.
But these weren't the ones that was patrolling around the estate. These three were moving differently.
Stronger. Sharper.
Their eyes were carrying the cold calculation of warriors who had fought countless battles and not just watched over them.
Heuk Cheon's voice was calm, but it was carrying an unmistakable weight.
"You will each fight one of them."
Min-ah had stiffened. "W-What?"
Heuk Cheon ignored her shock. "Consider this… a lesson."
Su-yeon clenches her firm fists. She didn't like this.
Fighting each other? That was different. That was training. But this?
She could see it on the guards' faces, they were not about to hold back.
