Zhao Fu gave a derisive laugh. "What if I say no?"
The guard captain said coldly, "You should know what the consequences are. I don't think you need to offend the Alliance over this matter. And if you dare oppose the Alliance, aren't you afraid of being expelled from it?"
Qing Hai also quietly reminded him from the side, "Your Majesty! We should leave! Don't offend the Alliance over this. The Alliance's influence is far too great; offending it may also mean offending Alliances in other regions, which would be very unfavorable for you."
Hearing even Qing Hai say this, the handsome young man grew even more confident and no longer felt afraid. "I'll give you one chance now. Kneel before me and admit your mistake, and I'll let you off this once."
Zhao Fu sneered at the handsome young man. The next second, he vanished from where he stood and appeared before the youth, reaching out with one hand to seize his throat and lift him up.
The handsome young man's face was filled with terror as he felt himself suffocating. He desperately tried to pry Zhao Fu's hand apart with both hands, but Zhao Fu's palm was like forged iron—he could not move it in the slightest.
The guard captain was startled. He had not expected Zhao Fu to still dare kill someone right in front of him, and hurriedly shouted, "Stop him! And notify the higher-ups! This person actually dares to strike—he may have some strength."
Feeling as though he was about to die, the handsome young man said in panic, "Don't kill me! I'm willing to kneel and admit my mistake."
Zhao Fu stared at the handsome young man as an immense evil demonic power surged forth and poured into his body. He then released his