Baron Feng Ze looked meaningfully at Lan Ji's retreating figure, his slightly narrowed eyes a little cold.

"This woman has been your slave for a long time, but you don't seem to trust her very much."

A tall black-armored guard next to Feng Ze took off his iron mask. This man was Wu Gang, the commander of Tieyu City.

Feng Ze rubbed his eyelids and said: "Women like to hide their thoughts so deeply that no one can see them. At least...that's what they think."

"Oh, you are a self-righteous woman? A pebble can't make any waves."

Wu Gang snorted and didn't take it seriously.

"Even if a pebble gets into your eyes, it will feel uncomfortable. It should be removed when it's time to remove it."

Feng Ze looked at the dim sky above his head and smiled. There was a chill that penetrated into the bone marrow in this man's rare smile.

"you mean......?"

Wu Gang gestured with his fingers on the side of his neck.

"It's not time yet."

Feng Ze shook his head and turned his eyes to the direction Lan Ji left.

"Then when should we wait? I can't wait."

The eyes of Wu Gang, the cruel executioner, shone with excitement.

"Wait until she...shows her weakness."

Feng Ze looked at Lan Ji who was talking to the prostitute, then he raised his hand and crushed a reptile at his feet with the dark cane.

Did you notice something after all?

Lan Ji, who seemed to turn around and leave the table calmly, had sweat on her palms. She knew that Feng Ze was testing her just now.

However, Feng Ze did not find any evidence. Otherwise, based on the man's suspicion, the fact that the woman in bed with him had a sharp hairpin could be evidence that she was sentenced to hanging.

So this man was just doubting her with an instinct that was almost like a beast. He had doubted her for twelve full years. From the day this man took complete control of Iron Feather City, he never trusted her.

No matter how much she flattered her, she made her body look as lowly as a pig or a dog to show that she had surrendered physically and mentally. This man still never let down his guard, because he always thought that he was acting, and he always thought that he could not

Putting aside his hatred, he always thought that he wanted to kill him all the time.

And this...is indeed true.

No matter how superb and selfless his acting skills are, he can't completely cover up the resentment that has penetrated deep into his bones.

Eyes are the windows to the soul. Lan Ji rarely looks at Feng Ze because she is afraid that her eyes will have the murderous intent that is like falling into an ice cellar. This is an unavoidable emotion whenever she thinks of this damn man.

For this reason, she once spent two hours in front of the mirror every day pondering her demeanor and expression, so that her every move and smile inadvertently would be so perfect.

So when Feng Ze looked into his own eyes just now, he would not see the "hate" he wanted, because at that moment she only saw in her eyes the "loyalty" that a dog has for its master.

"Gentlemen, your wives would like you to behave accordingly."

The appearance of Lan Ji, a graceful and brightly dressed woman, caused the men around her who were whistling to the anxious prostitute to involuntarily close their mouths and retreat to the side. The originally crowded passage immediately became wider.

Ignoring the awed or passionate gazes of the people around her, Lan Ji walked directly towards the prostitute and asked: "Maryet, did something happen to the prostitute?"

"Miss Lanji!!"

When the prostitute named Mary Ye saw Lan Ji, she rushed towards her as if she was seeing a savior. When the guards saw that Lan Ji had arrived, they did not dare to stop her and allowed the prostitute to pass by. Lan Ji first

The petite girl held her in her arms and asked softly: "Did something happen? Don't be nervous. Speak slowly."

Mary Ye threw herself into Lanji's arms and choked up her voice and said: "Miss Lanji! La, Lana, she..."

"Um?"

Seeing this situation, Lan Ji already felt bad.
Chapter completed!