I Became the Youngest Disciple of the Martial God

Hans was pretty quick to understand most situations.

The Bednicker bloodline didn’t usually show themselves publicly, and Hector was one of the most elite among the children.

There was a reason Hans had been able to get closer to him.

Hans could observe the other person’s emotions, subtle changes in their expressions, the way they spoke, and the movement of their body and combine them all together to make an educated guess of what his target was thinking...

And that instinct of his was ringing right now.

Damn it.

Hans had stepped on a landmine.

“Hans Bender.”

“...Yes.”