Emma Frost glanced at the Black King, then at Riptide frozen in solid ice, and shifted from her diamond form back into an ordinary human body.
She stepped forward and reached out to take Yang Bo's arm, putting on a seductive expression.
Yang Bo slapped her hand away and declared righteously, "I'm a married man. Stop trying to seduce me and do something wholesome."
Emma Frost: "..."
The White Queen, Emma Frost, was beautiful and had a fantastic figure, but she wasn't quite Yang Bo's type. Of course, he wouldn't have minded a casual fling, but unfortunately, he had only gone home yesterday and thoroughly satisfied his appetite.
Seeing that seduction wasn't working, Emma Frost gave up and sat on a lounge chair. She extended her slender arm toward Colonel Hendry and looked at the thick, long Wand in Yang Bo's hand as she asked:
"You're a mage? There are actually mages in this world?"
Emma Frost was deeply curious. If mages really existed in this world, that would change everything.
Yang Bo twirled the Wand and said with a chuckle, "The world is a lot more fascinating than you think, Emma Frost."
He turned toward Riptide, took out the Cleaver, which was over two meters long, and lightly shattered the ice before laying the blade straight against Riptide's neck.
Quick and clean was the name of the game.
The cold touch of metal made the hairs on Riptide's neck stand on end, and the fear of death instantly swept through his heart.
Not everyone could face death calmly.
Yang Bo glanced at the miniature tornado in Riptide's hand and chuckled. "I hear you're pretty good at blowing. Go on, keep blowing."
"I want to see which is faster, your wind or my blade."
Riptide swallowed. Feeling the weight pressing