She turned her gaze to Li Changzhou, her meaning clear: she wanted to be his mistress.

"Should we kill him?" Li Changzhou asked Yang Qinglan.

“Verbal acknowledgment is enough!” Aferona felt like she was chasing a bus that had already started moving, afraid of being left behind in a no-man's-land full of wolves—the next bus wouldn't arrive until next year.

Li Changzhou continued to gaze at Yang Qinglan.

Yang Qinglan thought about it carefully for a while, then gently shook her head and said, "Let's give it a try first."

“Since Miss Yang has spoken, I admit that you are my mistress.” Li Changzhou nodded to Aferona.

Aferona breathed a sigh of relief, as if she had just boarded a bus, and then, satisfied, began to summon her subordinates as if she were playing on her phone.

Thud! Thud! Thud!

As if exploding in the air, clusters of gas appeared, twenty humanoid mists, gray in color, and not very tall, only 1.7 meters.

Some were "standing" on the ground (with a cloud of gray mist beneath their feet), while others were suspended above the warehouse.

The humanoid black mist tilted its head, and the owl tilted its head.

"Oh! So many dogs!" the Tsar's princess exclaimed in amazement and curiosity.

"What are all these?" Li Changzhou frowned and asked Aferona.

Aferona was even more puzzled than he was.

"I...I don't know!" she said慌张地, her blue eyes scanning the gray mist back and forth. "But it's very strong, much stronger than before!"

"How strong is he?" Yang Qinglan was the only person present who remained calm; this person was no ordinary individual.

Aferona was now completely excited and said with great joy:

"I can sense that any one of them could wipe out all my previous Mafia henchmen! They're immune to firearms! And they're incredibly strong! And incredibly fast!"

"Does it have any special abilities?" Li Changzhou asked with interest.

The owl withdrew its gaze from the gray fog crowd and silently stared at Aferona. Its claws did not exert any more force, but they were already filled with power.

She understood her brother's meaning: if the woman existed, kill her.

A capable subordinate is a subordinate; an overly powerful one is an enemy.

Aferona sensed for a moment, then answered somewhat nervously, "No, no."

Deep down, she was very satisfied with the gray fog.

Li Changzhou remained silent. He didn't trust the Italian woman and suspected she was deceiving him—even though he had tried and he could indeed command the gray fog.

In fact, it wasn't just Aferona; her parents' divorce and heartlessness made it difficult for her to trust people from a young age.

Only Yang Qinglan, because she was so beautiful, made him understand his parents' actions from an adult perspective and want to be with the person he loved.

Apart from that, nothing has changed in his heart. He is still the same person he was when he was nine years old, coldly watching his parents leave him heartlessly.

"I don't think we need to worry," Yang Qinglan said softly beside him.

Li Changzhou looked at her, his eyes asking for her reason.

"Would someone who relies on a man so instinctively betray him? I think we can trust him for now," she said.

She paused, then added, "This is my opinion. If you don't like it, you can kill her."

“Daytime, I guarantee it—” As soon as Aferona opened her mouth, the owl tightened its claws.

Blood beads were squeezed out from the tips of the claws.

Four seconds later, Li Changzhou said to Aferona, "Don't call me 'Chang' (meaning 'day'), my code name is..."

He pretended to think, glancing at the gray fog: "'Black fog'."

Aferona was finally relieved, knowing that she was not only out of danger, but had also been welcomed by an even more powerful man.

The owl released its claws, wiped the blood off her body, and landed back on Li Changzhou's shoulder.

"Find your own way out, don't destroy this place." A vortex appeared behind the three people and the owl, turning them into colors and sucking them in. "Go to the city to hunt down players and bring back the points."