Landis's imposing figure cast a shadow over Ming Dailan.
He viciously strangled her, words full of hatred crashing onto her face: "Because of you, Charlman wants to kill us all. Why did you have to go to Parma if it weren't for you, he wouldn't have silenced anyone. Duchess, the one who truly deserves to die... is you!"
Ming Dailan had never felt the threat of impending death so clearly in her life.
Her pupils dilated, the suffocating sensation from being strangled left her both shocked and furious.
Fortunately, Yin Mo stepped forward in time, kicking Landis's knee, thus neutralizing his attack.
Ming Dailan staggered back and collapsed onto the sofa, clutching her chest and taking deep breaths.
Landis grimaced in pain, his knee buckled, and he stumbled, knocking into the edge of a nearby table.
Ming Dailan propped herself on the sofa with one hand, her breath trembling, "Yin Mo, hand him over to the Knight Squad."
