"There! All done!" Abigail rested the bat on her shoulder like a thug and walked toward Dustin, smiling proudly. "How did I do?"

"Not bad. You've improved a lot in the last few days." Dustin nodded, pleased.

Abigail was an extremely talented martial artist. Compared to regular martial artists, she only needed to practice for one day to achieve what others needed a year for. Furthermore, with Dustin's guidance, there has been huge growth in her skills.

She used to struggle against ten opponents, but now, she could take them on easily.

"Duh. Don't you know who I am?" Abigail lifted her chin smugly. For some reason, she woke up feeling extra strong this morning, as though she had endless bursts of energy.

"Are you two going to leave by yourself, or must I force you?" Dustin slowly turned toward Miranda and Preston.

"I underestimated you. I didn't expect you to have a female bodyguard," Preston got over his surprise and jeered. "But do you think a girl can stop us? How foolish!"