"Molena, are you looking down on me?"
"Those nobles and celebrities don't matter. Those students from the same year don't matter. The train terror attack doesn't matter. The fighting among third-rate villains doesn't matter. The Underground Auction in Yorknew City doesn't matter."
"Even the life-and-death struggle among the Kakin Empire's three major mafia families doesn't matter. Even the power struggle among the thirteen princes doesn't matter. Do you understand?!"
"Note: In the Kakin Empire's royal family, all children are referred to as 'princes,' regardless of gender. The fourteenth prince has not yet been born."
Tserriednich narrowed his eyes as Molena's neck grew redder and redder.
"As long as that old bastard doesn't give in, none of the thirteen princes can die. The three major mafia families in the Kakin Empire have to maintain their balance. What you want is simply impossible."
Molena's face had already turned ghastly from being choked, but she still refused to beg for mercy, just as stubborn as ever.
There was something in her eyes that Tserriednich didn't like.
Molena had always been stubborn and crazy, but lately she had clearly seemed to have some kind of backing, and was convinced that Tserriednich couldn't kill her.
Tserriednich found this baffling.
The difference between their strength and speed was immense. Even in terms of influence, he held an absolute advantage.
So what exactly gave this woman such confidence?
In the end, Tserriednich let go, allowing Molena to fall to the floor and break into violent coughing.
"I'm warning you." Tserriednich stared at her. "Don't overstep. My affairs are none of your business."
"In the end, women are all the same once you peel off the skin. I can support you, and I can support other women, too."
After coughing for a while, Molena finally caught her breath.