Familiar II

Any ordinary man would be in a cold sweat being surrounded by so many intimidating grade-ten Martial Squires, that many would have fainted on the spot.

Yet Commissioner Reze did not appear to experience even the slightest hint of discomfort. His pleasant perfunctory smile was unperturbed in the face of the powerful Martial Squires that could end his life with the slightest exertion.

Of course, he knew such a thing would never happen.

Any Martial Squire that killed a high-grade Martial commissioner like Commissioner Reze was dead. They would die before they even left the building. They might as well kill themselves to at least die painlessly.

Rui knew the Martial Union well enough to know that they would never tolerate such an offense, least of all by a measly Martial Squire.