Suddenly, an indescribable sadness and pain surged into the great assassin's heart, causing him to pause in his attempt to conceal himself.

During this brief pause, another withered hand emerged from the ground and firmly grasped the assassin's other ankle.

In an instant...

"Ah... Daddy!!"

The sadness and pain doubled, causing the great assassin to collapse sadly next to Master Bai, looking pitiful with tears streaming down his face.

"hiss...."

"Ugh..."

"Hiss....woo..."

Immediately afterwards, cries from the depths of the soul emanated from the ground.

Then, Dementors clad in black cloaks slowly rose from the ground and surrounded Master White and the Great Assassin.

As each Dementor drew closer, the pain and sorrow doubled once more.

Master Bai and the great assassin were instantly overwhelmed with grief and sorrow, as if their fathers had died.

The tears were streaming down...

"I already told you... I'm already dead..."

"Cough cough cough... This won't work on you..."

Hart, who was pinned to the spot by the crystal swords, blurred into nothingness, and all the crystal swords fell to the ground.

They ignored the crystal swords scattered all over the ground, as well as the great assassin and Master White who were surrounded by Dementors.

In the eyes of the black-robed Hart, there was only Li Qingyu, who exuded endless attraction.

This time... surely no one can stop him from enjoying his meal, right?

...

Blackham Palace.

"Your Majesty, shouldn't we step in and stop Prince Hart?" A middle-aged woman dressed as a butler bowed and asked Queen Elizabeth, who was by the window.

Elizabeth stared blankly out the window, her expression indifferent, her eyes somewhat vacant, as if deep in thought. She casually replied, "Why should I stop it?"

The middle-aged woman was taken aback, and hesitated before saying, "But that's a Chinese contestant after all. What if he gets killed by Prince Hart by accident..."

“No…” Elizabeth said calmly, “You underestimate the Chinese players too much.”

“Then…” The middle-aged woman blinked.

"Let's wait a little longer... It's good for my brother to learn a lesson..." Eliza sighed, her face somewhat sorrowful. "After all, he's my brother. If it's inconvenient for me to discipline him, then let someone else do it..."

The middle-aged woman twitched her lips, then quickly lowered her head and said nothing more.

My Queen....

So you were just relying on others to help you discipline your brother...