Cheong realized the man’s true intentions.

"Little bastard, so you’re playing games to get yourself killed, huh?"

If it had been the old Cheong, she would have killed him on the spot and hurried back to Sopyeong Pavilion.
She would have thought, I need to save the cadets. They’re my responsibility. I have to protect them.

But not anymore.
Now, things were different. Because just two rooms to the right of the one where the cadets were entertaining women, her friends were present.

The cadets’ martial skills were pitiful, hardly worthy of the term "martial arts." Still, if …