A Weapon Shop

Qianxi stretched out her slender, pale fingers and played with her hair, then said unhurriedly:

"You're asking me this—who am I supposed to ask? And don't be in such a rush. Once we get back, I'll go ask King Father."

The moment Samlet heard Qianxi's answer, his brows knitted together, and a faint killing intent began to rise again.

If the woman before him could not give him the intelligence he wanted, he would not mind slaughtering her first and letting the Como Royal Capital have some excitement.

As for Qianxi claiming that the Kingdom of Como's grudges had nothing to do with her, Samlet was no gullible child who could be easily fooled.

If not for the Kingdom of Como, how could she possibly have her current life of luxury? Since she had enjoyed the benefits brought by the Kingdom of Como's rebellion, she naturally bore her share of the guilt.

So in the next moment, Samlet seized Qianxi by the throat again. This time, he did not merely threaten her—he forcefully pressed his fingers against her windpipe.

If Samlet used just a little more strength, Qianxi's windpipe would truly be crushed beneath his hand.

Real suffocation washed over her. This time, there was no pleasure in it—only the utmost choking agony and the blackness of death closing in before her eyes.

Samlet released his hand and looked coldly at the gasping Qianxi.

"You'd better prove useful to me. Otherwise, I truly would not mind killing you."

Yet the first thing Qianxi did after recovering was not to glare at Samlet, but to cry out loudly, "That felt so good!"

Samlet did not know that some perverts in this world were different from normal people. Normal people felt only pain when tortured, but perverts could find an unprecedented delight