"That little punk was a soldier for five years, Scar. He’s considered a vet. Super skilled. Don't underestimate him!" Ned reminded them when he thought of how even Dan had been fearful when facing off against Fane.
Dan had claimed that he could defeat a hundred men alone, even though Ned thought that it was an exaggerated boast. Still, to be spoken so highly of by Dan, he imagined that Fane would have some level of skill.
"Don't worry. We have this many men with us. I even met a busy-bodying little punk two days ago and now he's dead because of me! Plus, we have so many people here!"
Scar chuckled, then gave Ned a cold stare. "Did you really think I'd be on the same level as you after managing to become one of Master Howard’s high rank assistants? Hah! I've proven my worth with my fists!"
The two of them continued talking. It took a while for them to notice a red light sparking underneath the banyan tree, flickering sporadically. It looked like there was a man standing there.
"What's someone doing there?"
Scar waved his hand. His men stopped in their tracks.
"It's already 12.30 at night, and there's someone smoking beneath that tree?"
Suspicion crossed Ned's features. It was so late. How could there be someone in a place as quiet as this?
"Go and take a look!"
Scar suddenly tingled with a sense of danger. The feeling was a powerful presence. It was clear that it was unusual to have someone here this late at night.
The group of men quickly went toward the tree.
"It’s you!"
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