Chapter Twenty-One: A Gift for You

At that moment, a cold gaze swept over, making Lu Sanjin feel as if needles were piercing his back. Instantly, his legs weakened, and he dropped to his knees before Xiao Ye.

“King Xiao, spare my life! I didn’t know that was something you wanted!” he pleaded, trembling with fear. “If I’d known you wanted that comb, I wouldn’t have dared to take it, not even if my life depended on it!”

Lu Sanjin’s face was pale with terror, his whole body shaking uncontrollably. The quiver in his voice betrayed his panic—who wouldn’t be scared with the foreign king of Dragon Nation standing before them?

Xiao Ye’s expression remained utterly impassive as he watched Lu Sanjin grovel. Pressed by Xiao Ye’s overwhelming presence, Lu Sanjin quickly lowered his head, pressing it to the floor, and raised a hand to slap his own face.

He hoped that by punishing himself, he might escape death. After all, if Xiao Ye wanted him dead, it would take no effort at all.

The sound of slaps echoed through the hall, and before long, Lu Sanjin’s face was swollen and red, resembling a pig’s head. Blood dripped from his chin, yet he dared not stop.

Xiao Ye’s face showed no change, unmoved by the pathetic sight before him. Such a useless man was hardly worthy of his attention.

“Get up,” Xiao Ye suddenly commanded.

Lu Sanjin scrambled to obey, bowing deeply as he moved to Xiao Ye’s side.

“King Xiao, what are your orders?”

“Tomorrow, go to the Xiao Group and hand over all your current business partnerships to the manager