Smack!
Hearing the enormous crash behind him, Le Yu looked over and saw Xianchan Chenchen pinned to the wall by the Grand Steward like a child. The poisoned dagger he had been brandishing so arrogantly had actually been driven into him by the Grand Steward. The cat slave kept his lips tightly shut, glaring furiously at the Grand Steward without making a sound, like a wronged child who had just been beaten black and blue.
"I'm getting old. I really can't take this kind of roughhousing from youngsters anymore." The Grand Steward released his grip, leaving Xianchan Chenchen pinned to the wall by the dagger. The cat slave tried to reach out and pull it free, but his movements were as sluggish as a lightning-fast Baidu Cloud. In the end, both his arms drooped, and he ran out of speed entirely.
"Don't worry. Galingen won't kill anyone with poison," the Grand Steward said. "Or rather, they won't die that quickly. Galingen's main effects are intense paralysis and hypnosis, but the paralysis it causes can stop the heart. Given this brat's physical constitution, he should last until sunrise tomorrow."
Le Yu said, "That way of addressing him is incredibly rude. Even I wouldn't call him a brat to his face."
"But he's asleep." The Grand Steward smiled. "To be honest, I've been putting up with him for a long time. He's obnoxious and arrogant, so getting this chance to beat him up is downright refreshing... Why don't you give his butt a few whacks while he's still unconscious?"
"That's a great suggestion. Once I've caught you, I'll go beat his butt." Le Yu assumed a starting stance.
"Well... I've never doubted your combat power, Qin Leyin, but I understand Number Two's strength even better. For special reasons, his strength has fallen