Return of the King

The Holy Land was not the Federation. There were no laws, only rules and regulations. When it came to people like Hale, if he was a problem, then it was a problem; if he was not a problem, then it was not a problem. Most importantly, the people involved mattered. Even a Great Teacher could not punish the leader of a level four exploration team at random. This was the rule in the Holy Land.

Apprentice? What was that?

In the span of a few seconds, several thoughts had gone through their minds. They were so furious that they were about to explode, but they had no other choice. Attack him? He was stronger than them. They could not take advantage of the situation. Report him? That was even worse. The Wanderlust Team was a laughing stock and the unlucky star of the entire north area. Who would care about them?

The three of them were numb, but Sharmie walked towards Hale.