"I suppose old Anlek is just waiting for you all to choose the second path." Marquis Youxi replied with a smile, as if none of this concerned him.
Count Vitokin's face alternated between red and white, and he could hardly care that his opponent compared him to a prostitute. Cold sweat dripped down his back. After a long while, he finally lifted his head to look deeply at Marquis Youxi: "So this is what you think, is that the message you want to bring to that big shot? I understand now."
Marquis Youxi shrugged: "Do you think I'm just as afraid of the Cruz people as you are, like a mouse seeing a cat?"
"Well, indeed, the Marquis isn't afraid of anything." Count Vitokin threw down these words angrily before leaving the inner chamber in a sorry state. But as soon as he turned around, the smile on Marquis Youxi's face turned cold, he rubbed his long fingers, and there was undisguised killing intent in his eyes.
