The Godfather's fury was like a thunderstorm and hurricane, filling the room with a murderous aura.
The two bodyguards behind Ye Lu felt their hearts tremble and their courage falter as they stared at the Godfather, their faces drained of color.
Even Shadow raised his head in astonishment, looking at Ye Lu, surprised at her audacity to recklessly provoke the Godfather in such a manner.
Clearly, Ye Lu's courage exceeded their expectations. Facing the Godfather's rage, she showed no fear; instead, there was a calm disdain in her expression.
"I called you a weakling. Did I strike a nerve? Godfather, refusing to admit your flaws is exactly the behavior of the weak!"
For a fleeting moment, the Godfather felt an overwhelming urge to snap the neck of this fearless little girl.
Because she had indeed struck his sore spot. No matter how invincible he saw himself, he had never truly been able to control King—only manipulate circumstances to achieve his goals.
