A piece of Japanese incense

"Chu He!" Feng Yan's skinny fingers clutched the edge of the quilt tightly. "The City Lord will be back soon. Get out now."

Chu He laughed softly, as if he had heard a very funny joke. He loosened his boot from the side of Zhi Yihe's face, and without even glancing at him, he walked straight towards the plank bed.

He leaned over with astonishing speed, his movements tinged with deliberate insult. One hand suddenly grabbed the front of Feng Yan's sweat-soaked, blood-soaked shirt and yanked it hard!

"His-"

Chu He's hot breath, with a deliberately constructed intimacy, sprayed on Feng Yan's cold, sweaty earlobes. He lowered his voice, "Why are you shaking so hard... What are you afraid of?" He paused deliberately, his tongue almost licking Feng Yan's cold earlobe, "Then wait until my father goes out to sea, and then we'll have some fun..."

Zhi Yihe's cheeks were burning with pain. Just as she was dizzy, there was a deafening bang -

"boom!!!"

The door was kicked open from the outside, and wood chips flew everywhere from the broken bolt.

A tall figure was blocking the doorway, facing the backlight, with his face shrouded in shadow, making it impossible to see his expression.

"Damn it!"

"Someone, come here! Drag everyone in this room out for me—" He slowly raised his hand and pointed inside the room, at the bed, at the crying baby in the corner, at Zhi Yihe lying on the ground, and finally at Chu He, who was standing beside the bed with his back to him and in a frivolous posture.

“—Chop it off!”

"Yes, sir!" The armored guards responded in unison without any hesitation, and the sharp friction sounds of the blades being unsheathed merged into one.

Amidst the flashing of swords and the murderous intent, Chu He seemed to feel no murderous aura at all. He suddenly and extremely slowly turned around, avoiding the direction where the sword light was the strongest.

"Chu--He--" the man gritted his teeth:

"What are you waiting for?! Kill! Kill them all! Leave no one alive! Chop up everyone who's breathing in the room and feed them to the fish!"

"Wait!" Chu He lowered his eyes slowly and leisurely brushed the lining of the cuffs of his brocade robe. The only sound in the entire inner room was the faint sound of the friction of his sleeves.

So, several burly guards waiting for orders pointed at the "outsiders" in the room without hesitation - Yutuan and Zhi Yihe who were lying on the ground.

The two of them hugged each other and closed their eyes in despair.

"Hey~ Why are you so ruthless and decisive today?" It was Chu He's voice. It was eerily calm, even with a hint of a lazy smile.

The expected severe pain did not come. Zhi Yihe opened his eyes in shock.

Chu He didn't even bother looking at the blade so close, ready to split him in half at any moment. His gaze fell on Feng Yan's plump curve, exposed by her torn clothes, still slowly leaking milk. The milky white liquid, reflected by the cold blade's light, looked dazzling and foul.

Then, he did something that made everyone's scalp explode instantly.

He extended his right index finger, and with a morbid concentration, he very slowly and gently touched the flowing, warm, milky liquid. His fingertip was stained with a glaring white.

He withdrew his fingers, lowered his eyes, and looked at the milk belonging to his stepmother, which was full of humiliation, on his fingertips.

He raised his eyes provocatively, the corners of his mouth curved upwards in a very slight arc. At the same time, his milk-stained finger slowly and steadily reached deep into the lapel of his brocade robe.

When he slowly pulled his hand out, there was something extra in his palm.

It wasn't a token. It was a palm-sized talisman made entirely of coral and giant clams, with a primitive and ferocious shape.