Chapter 143
It was the first time Mira had seen Owen fight. She had always known he was a
good fighter, but she never imagined he was this good.
When he got back into the car, Mira gave him a thumbs-up.
“Owen, you looked so cool back there p>
“When do I not look cool p>
Mira pouted. “Can’t you be a little humble p>
Owen seemed unconcerned. “Like you said, I’m too cool. I can’t be humble p>
Mira rolled her eyes and turned her head away, refusing to look at him.
Still, she couldn’t deny it. He was a master martial artist and handsome to boot.
“When do you think I’ll be as good as you?” she wondered aloud.
“With your talent and current rate of progress, it won’t be long. Probably about ten years p>
“What, ten years? You call that ‘not long p>
“Do you think martial arts skills are like groceries, so easy to come by? Your progress is already astonishingly fast p>
Was he praising her or putting her down?
“I’ll surpass you within five years,” she declared.
“I’ll be waiting to see it, then p>
Mira remembered that she needed to buy a car. Before, her situation was simpler, and taking a taxi was fine. But now, things were getting more dangerous; she needed her own vehicle.
“Owen, your car is pretty nice. When you have time, help me buy one too. Any brand is fine, as long as it’s safe and sturdy. I want a high-end model. The price doesn’t really matter p>
“You want me to manage your company, act as your bodyguard, fight your battles, and now you want me to buy you a car. How many jobs am I working here p>
“Hehe, you’re my Owen. You’re one of my own. It’s no big deal to do a little extra trust you the most; I can’t rely on anyone else. The capable should do more, right?’ll give you a raise when the tim comes.” Content Belongs
Owen was speechless. He never thought the day would come when he’d be ordered
around like a subordinate, but he couldn’t explain the situation. He had been
completely set up by his own master.
He glanced at her, not wanting to engage.
Chatting as they drove, they soon arrived at the martial arts gym.
Someone was handling the initial screening for the new company’s recruitment that morning, based on the established criteria. Owen would make the final decisions in the afternoon today however Mira was free and planned to review the candidates with him.
When they arrived at the gym, Master Ellis noticed his disciple’s wrinkled clothes. “What happened to your clothes? Did you really get into a fight for your Mira p>
“That’s right. My Owen just beat up some kidnappers for me p>
“Hahaha p>
Master Ellis burst out laughing at the thought of Owen acting as a hired thug.
“Isn’t this the great job you arranged for me, Master?” Owen said with a hint of resentment.
“It’s nothing. A Owen should protect his Mira. Hahaha p>
“Master, I have a question for you,” Mira said, turning to Master Ellis.
“Go ahead. Since when did you become so polite p>
“It’s about Natalie. What exactly did she do to Mara p>
When it came to information, Master Ellis was the ultimate source. In the old days, his family ran an organization of assassins and
information brokers. During the net
semi-feudal, semi-colonial era when Mavaria was being oppressed by foreign powers, the Ellis family had killed countless invaders to help their countrymen. It was only after the new government was formed that the family abandoned their ancestral trade to avoid conflict with modern laws dedicating themselves to teaching martial arts in his youth, Master Ellis had also worked as a high-priced mercenary. But now, in his middle age, he no longer wanted to live a life of danger. He ran the martial arts gym as a way to live a quiet, anonymous life. But gathering information was still in his blood.