Chapter 1220

No, wait.

The operatives subtly glanced at Drake, then back to the terrifyingly calm girl in front of them, quickly correcting themselves.

She p>

She was definitely more badass than their captain.

Serena arched an elegant eyebrow, looking at the shell-shocked squad of elite operatives. Her tone was flat. “I left him alive for you p>

“Whether you can squeeze any useful intel out of him depends on your skills p>

She glanced at the unconscious Augments littering the floor, then locked eyes with Drake. “Dragon-Thorn is supposed to be Elyndor’s absolute top-tier unit p>

“Wiping my presence from tonight’s security footage shouldn’t be too hard for you p>

“I’ll leave the cleanup to your team p>

She paused, then added as an afterthought, “Don’t do anything that might disrupt my competition schedule p>

The Dragon-Thorn squad was speechless.

She said it so casually, so completely matter-of-factly.

It was so nonchalant that their brains short-circuited for a moment.

Hold on, she just single-handedly dismantled an entire platoon of mutated monsters, shattered the commander’s limbs like twigs, and told them to clean up her mess. And her biggest concern was… her school competition?

Wait, no!

The real question was, how did this girl know their exact military classification back in Elyndor?

Serena turned on her heel to leave, but after two steps, she stopped and threw a lazy glance over her shoulder.

“Right p>

“If you run into these freaks again p>

“Go for the nerve clusters. That’s their weak point p>

With that, she reached up, pulled her hood back over her head, and prepared to vanish into the shadows.

Suddenly, a vicious gust of wind lashed out from behind her.

A fist, fast and lethal, aimed directly at the base of her neck!

Serena’s eyes turned to ice. She tilted her head just a fraction, letting the surprise attack glide harmlessly past her ear.

She pivoted smoothly, locking onto Drake’s predatory gaze.

Her lips curved into a cold, dangerous smile. “What’s this? Biting the hand that saves you p>

Drake didn’t hesitate. He launched a second strike, his voice a low, demanding growl. “Who are you p>

“No ordinary student fights like that. I’ve never heard of you in the military or any covert division back home p>

“You just happen to be at the tech center, you just happen to walk into our operational zone, and you know exactly how these monsters operate and where their weak points are p>

His eyes darkened with intense suspicion.

He knew she had just saved their lives.

He wasn’t an ungrateful bastard.

But… he was a soldier first.

Tonight’s mission involved

classified nation-level intelligence. The timing of her arrival, her impossible combat skills, and her intimate knowledge of the enemy were entirely too coincidental.

As the commanding officer, the security of his country was his ultimate burden.

Protocol demanded he verify she wasn’t an active threat.

Even if he had to test her in combat.

Even if it made him look like a cold-blooded traitor to his savior.

“I’m sorry p>

Drake gritted his teeth and threw another punch. “This intel is critical to our nation’s survival. Your identity is a ghost, and your skills are a liability I need to know where your

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away p>

Serena understood exactly why he was doing it.

It was the only reason she hadn’t crushed his windpipe the moment he threw the

first punch.

Understanding, however, did not mean she had the patience for it.

She had no intention of dragging out a spar with a wounded man. “Testing me p>

She let out a dry laugh. The second Drake closed the distance for his fourth strike, her hand shot out like a viper. Her fingers clamped down on his wrist with crushing force. Using his own momentum against him, she twisted his arm sharply and swept her leg across his shins.

Thud!

Drake was brutally and efficiently slammed into the concrete.