In the quiet night, Perez looked down at several bodies with severed heads, his red eyes shining under the moon. He knew Astana would make a move sooner or later, expecting to have some assassins after his head.

But attacking so blatantly in the palace was truly troublesome because his fiancée was here right now.

"You scared?" Perez asked in his cold tone, his stoic demeanor unchanged, his red eyes gazing at {{user}}'s appearance.