Wanxiang Kingdom.
Within the luxurious villa, several guards walked out quickly, while in their hands, they carried a large black cloth bag.
Judging by the protruding shape, it was already a corpse.
Zat Baikha raised his hand and stroked his purple and grimy cheek, which was a completely disfigured reflection in the mirror.
His eyes were bloodshot, and he looked as if he wanted to eat someone.
In the oppressive atmosphere, all the maids in the room bowed their heads in fear and prayed for the goddess of fortune to favour them.
Soon after the knock on the door, the a*sistant entered the room and hurriedly lowered her head, as if she would become the next corpse if she looked at Zat Baikha for half a second longer.
After all, the last lady-in-waiting who had looked at him had already stabbed through her eye socket and thrown herself into the river to feed the fish.
“My lord that quack has been dealt with.”
Zat Baiha craned his head, a seething grin on his face.
“What am I so ugly that I dare not look at me with my head down?”
The a*sistant’s body shuddered, and the temperature in the room seemed to drop under the icy tone, causing him to shiver.
“Young master, my humble servant has no such intention!”
“Then raise your head and look at me properly as you speak.”
However just as the a*sistant tilted his head apprehensively, he only felt a stinging pain in his neck and neck, and the blood that kept churning in the air made him unable to say anything.
“You hesitate!”
Zat Baiha’s face was cold as he withdrew the pen from the a*sistant’s neck and placed it back on the table.
“Come here, you two!”
The two attendants he pointed to were instantly frightened and fell to their knees in direct terror.
“Young master, spare my life!”
With that, they exerted all their strength and kowtowed frantically.
However Zat Baiha’s face went to reveal an uncomprehending smile.
“What are you all doing? I didn’t say I was going to kill you!”
With that he drew out a high-grade cigar with a gold inlay, white smoke rising from the wavering flame.
As Zat Baiha tapped his finger, the ash slowly fell, only for the breeze through the window to instantly disperse it and not fall into the ashtray.
“Tch, even the ashes don’t obey now?”
The maids were about to breathe a sigh of relief when one of them suddenly collapsed, blood pouring from the corner of her forehead, and the horror of the mountain pa*s directly frightened the other maid to the point where her limbs went limp, fear and despair written all over her face.
Just as Zat Baikha’s ashtray fell again, there was a sudden sound from outside the door.
“That’s enough!”
Zatvanliu walked in and saw the scene in front of him and his brow furrowed in disbelief.
“Whoever has upset you, you go to whoever, what kind of man is taking it out on a few underlings.”
After removing the cigar from his mouth, Zat Baiha exhaled a thick puff of white smoke, clearly not taking his father’s accusations to heart.
Ever since he was a boy, no matter how much he had gone too far, his own father would only reprimand him a few times at most.
“Father, any results from the Grand Prince?”
Zat Wanliu waved his hand and waited until all the attendants had exited the room with the bodies of their a*sistants before he nodded
“Lin Mo has already gained a firm foothold in Da Qiu, however and is growing too fast.”
“Such a situation is not something the Grand Prince would want to see, so there will be a dinner party some time later, you can come with me then.”
With that he took an invitation out of his pocket.
After Zat Baikha saw this, his eyes lit up.
“I see!”
Zatvanliu glanced at the shocking scar on his face, and what fell from his eyes was not heartache, but worry.
“Also my father must remind you of one thing, Lin Mo cannot be allowed to die, but it must not be at our hands.”
“Although the Great Qu United Provinces are not strong, they are still nominally dependent on China.”
Zat Baiha expressed his understanding evenly, but there was no way to know exactly what was in his mind.