Never in a hundred years had Du Busi imagined that, with death already in sight, he would witness a scene so rare!
"Good grief, there's something wrong with the feng shui in the Dou Ling Empire!"
The prince entered the room and lit a lamp.
Du Busi stood on a rooftop not far from the window, still struggling to collect himself.
Sneaking out for fun in the middle of the night—how thrilling. What would happen if they were caught?
Du Busi grinned, took out the latest high-resolution, uncensored camera Mad Demon Bro had given him, and aimed it through the window.
I never thought I, Du Busi, would sink to being a paparazzo.
He took two photos. The scene inside had already become too much to look at; if he kept watching, he might end up with styes.
Then he flashed forward, crashed through the window, and pressed his Soul Power down on the pair.
The First Prince, who had been pinned underneath, panicked and shrank into a corner.
"You two had rotten luck, getting caught by me tonight."
Du Busi smiled.
The First Prince finally came to his senses. Wrapping himself in a blanket, he tried to run out, shouting,
"Assassin!"
Before he could get another word out, Du Busi seized him by the throat and knocked him unconscious with a chop to the neck.
Looking at the stunning male model beside the bed, Du Busi smiled and took out a rope,
then bound the two of them tightly together.
Holding the other end of the rope, he flew out through the window.
Air howled beneath them as he flew, and the cold night wind lashed the man, drawing screams from him the whole way.
Lights came on in nearby homes. Two patrol squads appeared in the street and