Retreat of the Troublesome, Reaching Some Agreements between the Tribe and the Military

Day 162 - 12:45 PM -  Ragtag Encampment, New Infanta Settlement, Infanta, Province of Quezon

With that sound of a gunshot, there was no way that anyone would be able to ignore it.

"Is this your doing?"

Artenaris could not help but ask Mark, considering his ominous smile and the timing of the commotion.

"You think I would need to resort to something like this and associate myself to idiots?"

Mark asked back.

Artenaris stared at Mark before shaking her head immediately. While she could not measure Mark's exact strength, she knew that he was powerful. Powerful enough that even the entire remaining members of the tribe would not hold a candle against him. Just with his strength alone, he could capture them and force them to become his slaves. There was no need to resort to a roundabout method like this.