The People's Counterattack

Christol sat in a large chair and glanced at the king. This man was quite tactful.

Thinking that the king of an entire country was treating him with such respect and courtesy, Christol could not stop feeling pleased with himself.

"Is that so? Then tell me, how did you punish them?"

"Well, this..."

The king seemed somewhat unable to speak. The ones who had been harmed in this matter were his subjects. How could he truly punish them?

Moreover, he had already learned the full story. From beginning to end, his subjects had done nothing wrong.

"What do you mean by that? What is there to be unable to say? Or were you lying to me just now?"

Christol could no longer sit still. His expression darkened instantly. This old man actually dared to lie to him.

It seemed he had not learned his lesson yet.

"Guards!"

"What is it, boss?"

A short man with extremely long hair walked in from outside the door.

His eyes were ringed with dark circles, and they were narrow yet shrewd, making him look thoroughly unlikeable at first glance.

"So it's you, Shankui. Good, you're here. Do you remember who hit me that day?"

Shankui's eyes shifted before he said, "Of course. I remember very clearly now. How could I forget the people who hurt you?"

Cold sweat emerged on the king's forehead upon hearing this. He seemed to have guessed what Christol intended to do.

Did Christol truly have to wipe them out completely?

"They truly know they were wrong. Please spare them this once."

"Hmph, sparing them is absolutely impossible!"

"Must you really take things this far?"

The king's tone changed slightly as well. He raised his head and looked at Christol.

Hearing the king's tone, Christol turned his head and noticed