"Does it matter where my mentor is from?" Heather laughed slightly.
"I'm just curious... the person who taught you... just how powerful are they?"
Heather was lost in memories for a few seconds.
Night Hawk, huh...
A very impressive person.
But in today's world, it's the era of firearms, and technology changes everything.
No matter how skilled one is, they can't defeat thousands of troops, can't compete with a gun and precise shooting.
A bullet through the heart, a headshot, there's no chance of survival.
How did Night Hawk die? Heather didn't ask in detail, maybe it was one fatal shot, or perhaps a thousand bullets through the heart, who knows.
The martial arts consultant approached her, marveling, "I also want to know, where did you learn from? I wonder if I know your esteemed master? Or is there any chance I could meet them?"
She smiled, "I'm afraid there's no chance, he has already passed away."
