Chapter 53

"You!"

Freya stared at what Jack was holding in his hand.

Her eyes widened, her face full of disbelief.

"You... you're actually an S-rank ninja?"

In Jack's hand was a seal.

A black seal, shaped like a four-pointed star.

It did not look particularly special.

But Freya recognized it immediately.

This was a ninja insignia.

What was more, it was an S-rank insignia, the highest level.

In other words, Jack not only knew ninjutsu, but he was also a top-tier ninja.

Ninjas who reached the S level, whether in Kogara or the Igaru faction, could be counted on one hand. The ones Freya knew were just those few old men.

She never would have imagined that in this foreign land, she would encounter a super ninja with S-level abilities.

No wonder Jack knew so many ninja secrets.

But what Freya could not understand was that ninjutsu belonged to their country.

It was never taught to outsiders.

Jack was a Marigoldian. How had he learned ninjutsu?

What Freya did not know was that Jack not only knew ninjutsu, but also Thalassian Kung Fu, Brazilian Capoeira, and combat techniques from all over the world. And his mastery of each was considerable.

Without exaggeration, when it came to martial arts, he was already at the very pinnacle.

It was thanks to these skills that he became the legendary three-star general.

"Looks like you recognize this." Jack's voice was low, and then he casually tossed the seal back into the drawer.

Seeing this, a hint of indignation flashed in Freya's beautiful eyes.

As a ninja, becoming an S-rank ninja was her lifelong dream.

And that insignia represented the highest honor and lifelong pursuit of every ninja.

But Jack treated it like a worthless piece of scrap, casually throwing it into the drawer. That careless attitude made it seem as if what he discarded was not the supreme honor of the entire ninja world, but a crumpled candy wrapper.

The stark contrast made Freya feel a deep sense of absurdity and pain.

"Do you know what that badge means?" Jack asked.

"It means... I must unconditionally obey your commands." Freya gritted her teeth, forcing the words out.

At this moment, her psychological defenses completely collapsed, not just because of Jack's mysterious and overwhelming power, but also because of that badge representing absolute authority.

"Very good." The corner of Jack's mouth curved into a satisfied smile.

"Who sent you to kill me?" Jack asked.

"Vernon," Freya said.

"Vernon?" Jack frowned slightly.

That was a name he had not expected.

He had thought it would be Morgan or Isabella seeking revenge by hiring a ninja to assassinate him.

He had not expected it to be an Avalonian.

"Why does he want to kill me?" Jack asked again. He had no memory of this man, which meant he did not know him at all.

Why would the other party send someone to assassinate him for no reason?

"Derek is his nephew. You injured Derek's leg, which is the same as slapping The Viper Crew in the face, so he sent me to kill you," Freya said.

Only after she said this did Jack remember that incident.

However, he looked at Freya with some curiosity. "Although The Viper Crew is Avalonia's number one gang, you are a ninja from Kogara. How did you end up working for them?"

Freya lowered her head slightly.

"He once saved my father. My father promised to do ten things for him."

"Ten things..." A hint of amusement flashed in Jack's eyes.

He sat back down on the bed, crossed his legs, and lightly tapped the bedframe with his fingertips, creating a steady rhythm. "That old guy Nolan, to repay a favor, is even willing to use his most precious daughter as a bargaining chip."

Then Jack suddenly looked at Freya, raising an eyebrow slightly. "By the way, I also saved your father once. Shouldn't you also do ten things for me?"

Hearing this half-joking, half-serious remark, Freya suddenly looked up, a flash of shock in her eyes.

"You... you also saved my father?" she asked instinctively, her voice clearly hesitant.

In her memory, Nolan was solitary and aloof. Apart from that incident with Vernon, she had never heard of any other Westerner who had saved his life.

"What? You do not believe me?"

Looking at her shocked expression, the smile on Jack's lips deepened, though his eyes carried a hint of cunning playfulness. "If you do not believe me, you can go back and ask your father."

"All right, it is getting late."

"I need to rest. You can go." Jack yawned lightly.

"Go?"

Freya stood frozen in place, as if doubting her own ears.

She had come to assassinate Jack. Not only was he not killing her, but he was also letting her go?

"What? Do you not understand what I am saying?" Jack's tone was lazy. "Or would you prefer to turn yourself in at the police station, or have me kill you?"

"No... no." Freya quickly shook her head.

"Thank... thank you." Freya bowed slightly to Jack, then took a long look at this unfathomable man. Her figure flashed and, just as when she arrived, she silently melted into the night outside the window.

The room returned to silence.

Jack looked at the empty window, a helpless smile on his lips.

Those who live by killing will eventually be killed.

If it had been anyone else, Jack naturally would not have let her leave. But she happened to be that old guy Nolan's daughter.

Jack and Nolan had history.

So letting Freya go was simply letting her go.

However, Vernon was different.

A mere Viper Crew boss actually dared to try to have him killed.

Did he really think Jack was easy to push around?

"Joseph."

Jack spoke calmly.

The door opened.

Joseph walked in.

Freya's concealment skills were impressive, but Jack's subordinates were not ordinary people either.

When Jack and Freya were fighting, Joseph had already arrived.

But Jack did not let him come in. Instead, he had ordered him to go immediately and ensure Sophia's safety.

"Sir, everything is secure on Ms. Carter's side. I have arranged double guard posts," Joseph reported in a deep voice, standing straight.

Jack nodded slightly, but the killing intent in his eyes grew stronger.

"Since Vernon sent us such a big 'gift,' we can't let him down. We should return the favor."

"You mean?" Joseph looked at Jack respectfully.

"Who is stationed in Avalonia?" Jack asked suddenly.

"Harry Gibson," Joseph answered after thinking for a moment.

The corner of Jack's mouth curved up slightly, his gaze as sharp as a blade. "Go contact him. Have him help me send Vernon a gift."

"Yes."