Stealing Fire

Wense trembled all over as he looked at the guards and bodyguards lying on the ground, then at Lin Sheng's calm eyes. He was like a mouse caught in the gaze of an apex predator, too afraid to move.

"Have you even lost the will to resist?" Lin Sheng had thought the boy showed some potential. Perhaps he could have resisted a little longer and provided him with some amusement.

He liked children who could rise up and resist again no matter how many times they were beaten. Those children could not be broken no matter how they were played with. As long as they did not die, they could be played with for a very long time.

But now, it seemed this fellow was still too weak.

Disappointed, he casually tossed Wense aside.

Then he turned to look at Karin, Xia Wei'er, Beitansi, and the other youths.

The children all shuddered beneath his gaze. It was clearly just an ordinary sweep of his eyes, yet they felt as though they had been scanned by an icy beam, coldness spreading throughout their bodies.

A group of guards and bodyguards hurried forward as if facing a great enemy, pulling their young masters behind them one by one.

Even the Verli Family's own guards felt a chill run down their spines as they looked at the several Wense guards on the ground with broken arms.

Those were elite swordsmen who had truly been on the battlefield! At the very least, they were Level 2 warriors, yet they had been defeated in a single exchange.

The adults who had received the news also arrived from afar at this time.

The first to arrive was Count Verli himself. His burly frame stood out even among the crowd of nobles.

Beside him stood a fair-faced