At this moment, somewhere in Ampton City, inside an extravagantly luxurious room...
Slap... A heavy slap struck Lai An across the face, sending him flying before he landed two meters away on the thick, ornate carpet.
The one who had slapped him was a man with no expression on his face. He wore a black half-suit of metal armor, a mask that concealed his face, and a two-handed greatsword at his waist. After slapping Lai An, the man stood utterly still like a machine.
Lai An, sprawled on the floor, did not make a sound. He climbed back up and returned to his original spot, his body trembling faintly. He did not even dare wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth. When he lowered his head, he secretly swallowed the tooth that had been knocked out by that slap.
What did it mean to swallow broken teeth along with one's blood? This was it.
The machine-like man raised his hand again, seemingly preparing to give Lai An another slap...
"Enough, Douglas..." A voice came from behind the masked man. Upon hearing it, the masked man lowered his hand as though someone had pressed a button on a remote control, then silently stepped aside.
A man in his twenties, dressed in a magnificent blue robe, lay languidly on a gilded couch. Several beautiful women, their fair breasts half-bared and each with her own charms, knelt beside the couch. Some peeled fruit for him, some fed the peeled fruit into his mouth, while others massaged his legs.
The man lying on the couch could be called exceptionally handsome, but his overly narrow eyes gave others the impression that he was deeply calculating. His blade-thin, pallid lips revealed a trace of coldness and cruelty.
The man narrowed his eyes as he