"As for you, I have at least twenty ways to make you disappear from this world without a trace. Moreover, I also have ways to make the King no longer pursue your whereabouts, to not care whether you live or die. Do you believe me?"
Wang Quan stared at Mu Yuan's handsome face, still not thinking he had done anything wrong.
Mu Yuan's face was gloomy, his eyes devoid of warmth. The moment he turned, his finger flicked, the fingertip brushing across Wang Quan's left eye.
Ling Yan only heard a soft sticky sound, and a muffled roar of pain came from Wang Quan's throat as he thrashed and rolled on the ground.
And from beneath his tightly closed eyelids, blood seeped out in trickles.
Ling Yan watched Mu Yuan walk out of the cellar as if nothing had happened, lightly clicking his tongue.
He followed Mu Yuan out of the cellar and up the wooden stairs. Mu Yuan in front of him suddenly stopped.
Mu Yuan turned around, looking down at Ling Yan from a higher step.
