Han Shuo, Phoebe, and Candice entered the filthy, dilapidated house, only to discover that the interior was clean and tidy. Some of its decorations could even be called luxurious. They had not expected only the exterior to be filthy and dilapidated, while the inside was quite upscale.
Once inside, Candice slammed the door tightly shut with an undisguised bang. Broadsword in hand, she blocked the way out.
"Candice, you don't need to be so careful. This dear uncle of mine knows neither martial arts nor magic. He won't escape this time." Phoebe had already removed her mask, revealing her exquisite beauty. She casually sat down with a relaxed, natural air and stared coldly at a room with an open door.
Han Shuo surveyed his surroundings and checked the area through the Yuan Demons. Only after finding no suspicious figures did he pour himself a cup of warm tea and greedily gulp down a couple of mouthfuls.
Looking dejected and dispirited, Glover emerged from the open room. He gave a bitter laugh and looked at Phoebe. "My dear niece, my dear niece. I never imagined you'd been hiding your strength all along. Have you already captured Carola?"
Phoebe froze, then looked at Glover in surprise and shook her head. "No. I only just discovered this place."
"Spare Carola's life, and I'll give you everything you want, including my own life." With things having come to this, Glover knew he could not escape death and instead let go of everything.
"I'm sorry, but Carola isn't in my hands. If I'm not mistaken, I think Grandpa Andrew must have sent people here. Your mistress was probably taken away by his people. I have no authority to decide whether she lives or dies." Phoebe shook her head, fixed Glover with an icy stare, and