NovelUSAChapter 456: When they saw Marissa's true face, Marc and Terry's eyes widened in shock, their mouths falling open in astonishment. Marissa kept silent, her gaze steady, allowing them to scrutinize her.
It took about a minute for them to collect themselves. Unable to contain his excitement, Marc stammered, "C- Chief Instructor, are you really Miss Marissa Nash?" "Shall we spar so you can confirm?" Marissa asked teasingly, one eyebrow arching in a playful challenge.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"No, no, no, that's not necessary," Marc quickly waved his hand, stepping back a little. His face turned pale at the thought. No one from the Doomsday Base would willingly spar with the chief instructor unless they had a death wish.
Recovering from his initial surprise, Terry chuckled nervously. “Miss Nash, in fact, we have long suspected that you are our chief instructor, but you were always in deliberate disguise. We were never entirely sure." Marc pursed his lips in grievance and continued, "But Miss Nash, you've been living with the Daniels family for so long. Why didn't you tell us who you are sooner?" Regret filled him upon the realization they had missed several opportunities to bond with their chief instructor. Seeing the man several years older than they were, Marissa felt a tad uncomfortable.
Your next story starts here gvlnovalsShe shifted her weight slightly and cleared her throat before speaking. "It's not too late to tell you who I am now," she said in an attempt to comfort Terry like an elder.
"Yes, yes," Terry nodded eagerly.
"By the way," Marc interjected, "what did you mean when you said there's an opportunity for us to make enough money to pay off our debts?" Marissa didn't speak immediately but handed the information Connor had given her to Marc and Terry.
As they looked over the detailed layout of Skytop Mansion, she began to explain, "Do you remember a few years ago when a group of unidentified people infiltrated the Doomsday Base and stole an important file bag from us?" "Of course we remember," Marc said, his voice growing serious. "There was a gunfight, and you got hit." "I've been secretly investigating this incident with King over the past few years. We've found the culprit,” Marissa said. "It's the Peridot Consortium." "The Peridot Consortium?" Terry's brow furrowed deeply. "Why would they call this way to steal from our Doomsday Base?" "They stole an extremely valuable file," Marissa replied, her gaze hardening. "The file is currently hidden in Skytop Mansion. I need to retrieve it, and I need your cooperation." Marc's eyes lit up, a fierce fire igniting within him. "We will fully cooperate with you, Miss Nash," he declared, his voice brimming with fervor. "The Peridot Consortium dared to cause trouble at our Doomsday Base. We must destroy their stronghold to restore our honor!” "Yes, we must retaliate fiercely!" Terry echoed, his fists clenching at his sides. "And we need to find the woman who shot you back then. She needs to have a taste of her own medicine!" The memory of that night burned vividly in Marissa's mind. The Doomsday Base, the most influential martial arts organization in the world, boasted an advanced security system.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmYet, the Peridot Consortium had managed to infiltrate its core and steal a crucial chip before being discovered. The suddenness of their attack had caught the base off guard, and Marissa had even been shot.
This indicated the presence of a traitor within the Doomsday Base. In the past few years, while Marissa and King had been inting the Peridot Consortium, they had also been trying to uncover the mole. But the traitor had hidden themselves too well, evading detection at every turn.
Back then, the woman who shot Marissa had been well prepared, waiting at a specific location to M ambush her. That person had a singular goal: to kill Black Mallow, the chief instructor of the Doomsday Base.
Marissa's quick reflexes and superb skills had saved her from a fatal wound, leaving her with only a m shoulder injury. Terry had mentioned N the shooter was a woman. Marissa had seen her-dressed in black, masked, with a slender and tall figure, her movements swift and decisive.
The woman was clearly a professional fighter. Marissa's eyes narrowed, and a familiar figure suddenly appeared in her mind
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