"A Long? Hahaha, that useless trash? You think he can save you? Dream on!" The man laughed, his voice full of mockery and contempt.
His voice seemed squeezed out from the depths of his throat, carrying a chilling coldness. His laughter echoed through the night sky, while the birthday banquet in the front hall remained lively, its merriment drowning out the sorrow here.
"You think I don't know A Long?" The man suddenly grabbed the woman by the chin. The smile on his face gradually twisted into something ferocious.
"I bribed the sailor on A Long's ship. My informant told me that A Long never returned after going out. He's already dead. That's why I had them kidnap the girl, you stupid bitch..."
Slap—
The man viciously slapped the woman across the face, the force so great that blood immediately seeped from the corner of her mouth.
He released her, turned, and walked back to the balcony. Taking out a cigar from his pocket, he slowly lit it. He took a deep drag, smoke curling through the night. Without looking back, he laughed loudly. "I'll make you regret betraying me. Release the dogs..."
"What? No!" The woman had yet to recover from the shock of hearing that A Long was dead when the words "release the dogs" sent her into a panic.
She staggered toward the balcony, clutching the railing with both hands as she looked down. Two black-clad security guards were leading over two vicious Dire Wolves. Thick saliva dripped from their mouths, and hunger gleamed in their eyes, as if they had not eaten in days.
"Please, don't do this. Don't hurt the child..." The woman's voice trembled as she practically crawled to the man's feet, clutching his pant leg and begging desperately.
"Heh." The man sneered and