Vill-V, Whose Home Got Wrecked: Weak, Pitiful, and Helpless

He clenched his fists, his knuckles cracking sharply as an eager smile spread across his face. "Well, Marsha the 'undercover agent,' want to experience right now how I 'win people over with virtue'?"

Marsha looked at the ferocity in Mo Wang's eyes, which did not seem fake in the slightest, and at Kevin's tacit attitude beside him. A chill shot from the soles of her feet straight to the top of her skull. Her face turned deathly pale with a swish, and she instinctively backed up two steps. All that overbearing arrogance from a moment ago vanished without a trace, leaving only terror in her eyes.

This madman... he really dares to attack someone in the conference hall!

Seeing this, Elysia hurriedly tugged lightly at Mo Wang's sleeve and whispered, "Just scare her a little. Don't actually do it..."

Mo Wang turned his head in surprise at that and looked at Elysia, his face innocent. "Hm? Didn't we agree yesterday? If I'm the boss, I can do whatever I want?"

He tilted his head, his expression so pure he looked like he was confirming the simplest fact imaginable. "Does that not count anymore?"

"I..." Elysia was instantly at a loss for words. She opened her mouth, only to realize she had no way to refute him. Last night, that really did... kind of... seem to be what they meant, but who could have imagined he would use it so directly in a situation like this?!

Kevin, off to the side, remained silent. Only his tightly pressed lips and the slight shift of his gaze revealed the complicated feelings in his heart.

It was not that he did not want to stop him. On one hand, he knew full well he could not beat Mo Wang; fighting him would only be