Victor Falls

Christol knew there was no way to escape Moyun's clutches now, so he could only come clean.

As he described everything, the veins on the king's forehead bulged. After all this time, they had all been deceived by that despicable little man.

Christol sensed the king's fury as well and instinctively shrank his neck, afraid the old man would suddenly lash out and punch him again.

Hadn't they always said the king was bedridden with illness? Why had that punch hurt so much just now?

"So Big Mom's people still don't know about this?"

Moyun spoke thoughtfully.

Christol nodded very reluctantly, a sudden fear rising in his heart. Moyun wasn't planning to tell their people about this, was he?

If that happened, they truly would have no way out.

At the same time, Christol began silently cursing his companions again. Why had none of them figured out where he was? Hurry up and come save him!

Once someone came, wouldn't an old man and a young boy be easy to capture?

"Are you still hoping someone will come save you?"

Moyun unexpectedly saw through Christol's thoughts at once.

The king suddenly thought of the battle by the sea. Since he now knew the truth, the people had the right to know it as well.

With a thud, he dropped to his knees before Moyun. The king knew that even if he understood the truth, it would not change anything.

They still could not defeat Christol's men.

He had just witnessed Moyun's strength as well. He felt that this young man should have the ability to save them.

"I know you are very powerful, so could I ask you to save the people of our kingdom?"

"What are you doing? Get up. My companions are already over there helping you."

Moyun