Protecting the Sovereign

A Zhu felt somewhat uneasy.

Why had those useless underlings left?

The man down there looked so fierce... He wasn't going to kill me, was he?

But if I just left him alone, it would be hard to explain things to the director... What if he removed me from my position as department head and let those traitorous rebels take advantage of the chance to rise up? Wouldn't all my late-night snacks be ruined?

No, absolutely not!

A Zhu looked at Wei Dong below him, and his gaze gradually hardened.

Wei Dong hid behind a wall and watched the three orderlies leave. He breathed a slight sigh of relief and was about to get up and change positions when his mind suddenly went hazy.

In his daze, he felt a force pulling his soul away. His consciousness gradually drifted upward, slowly losing control of his body as his thoughts became increasingly sluggish...

Not good!

He'd been hit!

Although Wei Dong did not possess a Forbidden Ruin, he was still a member of the Shang Xie Association. A battle-hardened veteran, he reacted swiftly, forcibly biting through his tongue and using the pain to clear his mind slightly. Then he took a sudden step backward, falling from the third floor!

His back slammed heavily into the ground, jolting his soul, which had been on the verge of leaving his body, back inside. He scrambled to his feet and locked his gaze onto A Zhu, who sat amid the spiderwebs. Raising his hand, he pulled a Pixel Gun from his waist and pulled the trigger.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Several bullets shot out in succession, whistling toward A Zhu's face.

When A Zhu saw that he had failed to use Spider Silk to pull Wei Dong's soul away, his face changed in alarm. Now,