Ah Zong smirked. “I spoke for you back then. It seems I made a mistake. Whatever it is you want, the Queen must first agree with it. Did you ask her if she would be willing?” He glared coldly. Soaring murderous intent brewed in the room.

He Lei’s intertwined hands clenched tightly. His joints popped under his tight skin and turned pale.

“Lei! What did you do to Bing?!” Harry came to a sudden realization and interrogated He Lei. “I told you to send her back to her room. What did you do to her?!” He was boiling with rage.

He Lei pursed his lips tight, and he looked distressed.

“Say something! He Lei!” Harry’s roar shocked Moto as he happened to walk in.

Moto looked at Harry, who stood up stiffly. Uncle Mason...