Benteke’s eyes shot open. 

“Captain! Are you up…urk!” The servant who eagerly greeted him gasped as Benteke wrapped his hand around his neck. The servant couldn’t say anything, feeling as though his throat would be crushed as he looked into Benteke’s eyes.

“Where’s Jinrang?”

“Sorry…?”

“Jinrang. Where is he?”

“Th-that’s…!” The servant wanted to say something but was so stricken with fear that he couldn’t speak. It only angered Benteke, and he was on the point of crushing the servant’s neck when Jinrang opened the door and entered.

“Stop scolding that innocent child.” He held a bowl of porridge, but Benteke didn’t even notice.

“Jinrang!” He ground his teeth at the guy who had interfered with his fight. Benteke considered himself a beast and hated it when others stepped into his fights. He saw this as an insult to his competence.

However, Jinrang was calm even in the face of Benteke’s murderous aura. The servant who had barely squirmed out of Benteke’s grip fainted. They stayed like that for a while until Benteke closed his eyes with a scowl, exhaling out a long breath. When he opened his eyes again, they still blazed, but the madness in them was gone. “Fine. Since it’s you…it must be right.”

“Thank you for understanding.” Jinrang bowed. 

Benteke knew what happened when you were destroyed by inflexibility like his former lover, Lana. He...