Chapter 3

The city was still buzzing late at night. The people refused to end the celebration early. More and more people were trying to find places of enjoyment. Some drank, some ate while some danced on the streets.

The city’s police force kept the regulations rather loose although they kept a watchful eye. Order from the very top has been to let the people celebrate and only interfere if there’s unduly ruckus. They especially avoided the pleasure street.

The only place all the cacophony of the celebration didn’t reach was the Eh compound. There was darkness within the estate. The training fields once filled with practising fighters and new aspirants are now sitting empty. Within the main house, the upper brass of the family was locked in a serious meeting.

“What did the doctor say?”

The man who had asked the question was sitting on a big round table along with four other people. He sat while closing his eyes, a deep frown plastered on his face.

“Fractures in his wrist as well as a dislocated shoulder. We are looking at a minimum of three months of healing time.”

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A woman, who was also sitting at the table, replied to the man.

There was a collective sigh within the room.

“When it rains, it pours.” Another person remarked.

“Prefect Paol, I suggest we should advance new members. We have a few people who are ready in my opinion.” The last member in the room suggested.