A smirk appeared on Yadier's face.

"Hah! At least you know your place! As for why we're going to such lengths—first, Felix is Dragonia's master healer. Kill him, and they lose a master who can pass down the knowledge of traditional medicine.

"Second, we want to prove that Dragonia's martial arts are child's play compared to our shadowstalking techniques. Now hold that coffee steady. The show's starting."

By the bus, Felix had stepped out, finding the scene oddly familiar. Ten fighters in purple combat suits surrounded him, while the driver stood at a distance with a smug grin as if victory was assured.

"You must be Yadier's right-hand man. You can tell me where to find him."

The driver's smile widened. "How dare you talk big even at death's door? Your confidence must come from being a martial artist, isn't it? How naive. These are ten mid-ranked shadowstalkers from our homeland. You're finished!"

Felix's expression turned peculiar as he asked, "Ten mid-ranked shadowstalkers?