Too Late to Hold Me Back novel Chapter 143

It was the first time Mira had seen Owen fight. She had always known he was a good fighter, but she never imagined he was this good.

When he got back into the car, Mira gave him a thumbs-up.

“Owen, you looked so cool back there!”

“When do I not look cool?”

Mira pouted. “Can’t you be a little humble?”

Owen seemed unconcerned. “Like you said, I’m too cool. I can’t be humble.”

Mira rolled her eyes and turned her head away, refusing to look at him.

Still, she couldn’t deny it. He was a master martial artist and handsome to boot.

“When do you think I’ll be as good as you?” she wondered aloud.

“With your talent and current rate of progress, it won’t be long. Probably about ten years.”

“What, ten years? You call that ‘not long’?”

“Do you think martial arts skills are like groceries, so easy to come by? Your progress is already astonishingly fast.”

Was he praising her or putting her down?

“I’ll surpass you within five years,” she declared.

“I’ll be waiting to see it, then.”

Mira remembered that she needed to buy a car. Before, her situation was simpler, and taking a taxi was fine. But now, things were getting more dangerous; she needed her own vehicle.

“Hahaha…”

Master Ellis burst out laughing at the thought of Owen acting as a hired thug.

“Isn’t this the great job you arranged for me, Master?” Owen said with a hint of resentment.

“It’s nothing. A Owen should protect his Mira. Hahaha…”

“Master, I have a question for you,” Mira said, turning to Master Ellis.

“Go ahead. Since when did you become so polite?”

“It’s about Natalie. What exactly did she do to Mara?”

When it came to information, Master Ellis was the ultimate source. In the old days, his family ran an organization of assassins and information brokers. During the semi-feudal, semi-colonial era when Mavaria was being oppressed by foreign powers, the Ellis family had killed countless invaders to help their countrymen. It was only after the new government was formed that the family abandoned their ancestral trade to avoid conflict with modern laws, dedicating themselves to teaching martial arts. In his youth, Master Ellis had also worked as a high-priced mercenary. But now, in his middle age, he no longer wanted to live a life of danger. He ran the martial arts gym as a way to live a quiet, anonymous life. But gathering information was still in his blood.