With Zeke defeated, the situation in Frost Hollow quickly came under control.

The self-proclaimed ruler of the north, along with his followers, had been humbled by a single woman. Now they gathered before Ashies, kneeling meekly.

There were injuries but no deaths.

A few were frozen, a few were cut, but none were killed—all thanks to Ashies’ strict adherence to Karami’s order not to take any lives.

“What kind of person is she?”

From a corner, Bipen watched the unfolding scene in disbelief.

To his knowledge, there was no one as strong as Zeke. Yet the so-called strongest man had been utterly defeated.

All his boasts about being unbeatable had amounted to nothing. Bipen silently cursed himself for trusting a savage.

“My business is ruined.”

He was already planning his escape, intending to return and shut everything down. With Zeke gone, the people he’d cheated would undoubtedly come for his head.

It was frustrating to leave Karami without exacting revenge, but opportunities always came around in business.

“Just you wait. I’ll make sure you can’t set foot in this world again,” he muttered, a standard line from a defeated man. Bipen turned to slip away unnoticed.

Thwack!

“Ahhh!”@@novelbin@@

An arrow whizzed past Bipen’s nose and embedded itself in the wall. Pain shot through him as a bead of blood appeared on the bridge of his nose.

If the arrow had been just a little to the side—or if Bipen had taken another step forward—it would’ve pierced his cheek clean through.

“Who did that?! Who’s firing dangerous arrows like that?!”

Outraged, Bipen turned toward the direction the arrow had come from.

“It’s me, you swindling bastard.”

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