Rhode Island Park Project

"The Duke of Wellington is indeed more powerful than any other duke. If I'm right, Adams will probably call soon."

Luo Hang took out his terminal, and almost as he predicted, the terminal lit up the next moment and the caller ID popped up.

The name displayed above is Adams.

Tallulah bit her lower lip and watched Luo Hang pick up the phone.

It’s not that she doesn’t understand the reason, but she hopes to get a different answer from Luo Hang.

The attack was aimed at her and the people she cared about, and even if it hadn't been successful, many people would have died by now.

Abrams deserves to be made to pay for this, not just through a political deal where the loser of the game pays the price and the winner pays the chips, and Abrams returns to where she came from unharmed.

However, Adams' low and suppressed voice also came from the phone.

"Wellington's warships have gathered at the border. That old man is completely crazy! He already has a backup plan. I can't keep up with him. He is now using the lives of millions of people around the border to protect Aburana!"

Tallulah choked.

An ordinary person is just an ordinary person, but a descendant of Draco is someone who is willing to sacrifice millions of ordinary people to ensure her safety.

Such a stark reality made Tallulah feel choked up, but she had nowhere to express herself.

The restrained Abrana just sat there. Although she had been defeated, she was calm and elegant as if she had returned to the palace, glancing at her with a slightly sideways glance.

She saw in that overly calm gaze the calmness that came from anticipating the current situation, the indifference of a royal descendant, and in the deepest part of those emerald green pupils, a trace of something difficult to discern, clearly being controlled by her, yet as if looking down from the perspective of a victor.

"..."

Tallulah gripped the sword tightly in her hand, but with a war and the lives of millions of people at stake, she could not move.

“As expected.”

Luo Hang, who was sitting at his desk, also calmly replied to the call, "Abrana is in our hands now. Adams, you can negotiate with Wellington now."

"This is really good news that isn't good news."

The wry smile was clear in Adams' voice.

If possible, they would certainly like to keep Abbrana in their hands, rather than letting her return safely after almost blowing them all up.

Luo Hang was also dissatisfied, but because he was not as strong as others, this was the result.

"How long will it take you to finish it?"

He asked calmly.

"As fast as 20 minutes."

"Who asked you the fastest?"

Luo Hang, holding the terminal, glanced at Abbrana, who was sitting not far away. Although she looked a little embarrassed, she was still beautiful and charming. "I asked about the slowest!"

"The slowest? About an hour? Uh, you're not..."

Adams' voice was filled with surprise.

"An hour?... That's barely enough."

Luo Hang finally grinned, his expression revealing his dissatisfaction and malice. "I can release them, but the battle is so intense, I can't guarantee that our Princess will be able to return intact."

Chapter 3: The Last Descendant of Germany's Princess, No Tragedy (7k/)

Luo Hang hung up the phone and put his terminal back into his pocket. The malice on his face disappeared as if it had never appeared, and he put on a gentle smile again.

"Your Highness Abbrana,"

He stood up from his seat, smiled and walked towards the princess who was looking at him from her seat as if her position had been changed.

"In about an hour, once the other side has finished discussing things, you can go back. We can spend some pleasant free time here."

"An hour?"

Abbrana was a little uneasy about the length of time, but she didn't show it. "I can speak to the Duke of Wellington on your behalf. Perhaps that will make the negotiations go more smoothly."

"Haha, it's not easy to have some free time worth enjoying. In my opinion, it's better for us to cherish this precious time."

Luo Hang slowly approached the seated Abrana, bent down slightly with a smile on his face, and reached out to hold the slightly pale hand of the princess:

"What do you think?"

Abbrana's expression changed.

"What are you doing?"

She stared at Luo Hang in front of her with a cold expression. Just as she was about to ignite a flame, a mixture of purple and red flames suddenly rose from her chest.

"Hmm..."

Abrana frowned slightly and groaned, her palm involuntarily tightening around Luo Hang's hand.

"I told you not to act rashly, but it seems you didn't remember it well."

Tallulah, with a cold expression, also came over.

"I don't think the current situation is within the scope of our reasonable negotiations."

Abbrana retorted harshly, but Luo Hang tilted his head in interest.

"Our negotiations probably didn't include the part about me and Her Highness Abrana getting along, right?"

He extended his hand to the eye-catching, thick and long dragon tail that spanned several seats behind the beautiful and enchanting purple Princess Drake, and touched the thick and long tail with interest.

It was slightly hot, and surprisingly tender. Perhaps because it held the flame of life, the dragon's tail, while appearing menacing, actually felt as delicate as a baby's skin.

"..."

Luo Hang touched it without any scruples, as if he completely regarded the tail under his hand as an interesting toy, but the owner, Abrana, had a completely gloomy expression.

If anyone dared to touch her tail, she would have burned them to ashes.

Countless people have suffered such a fate at her hands. Believe her, she will not show any mercy.

However, when she saw the situation where Duke Shihua was in a stronger position than Duke Wellington, she had to realize that the situation that belonged to her was not in her hands.

Because she had just accepted the surrender, she was now even unable to ignite her own flame because of the fire in her chest.

Abrana already regretted her previous decision, but it could not change the facts before her.

She could only maintain the sternness in her expression and eyes, and as always, use her expression and words to put pressure on Luo Hang in front of her:

"Please consider the consequences of doing this. You probably don't want to see a war break out."

"Is it really?"

Luo Hang roughly grabbed the tip of her tail and held it tightly in his hand.

Abbrana's entire tail was stiff and spasming uncontrollably due to the pain, but she could only grit her teeth and sit in her place with a timid look on her face, staring back at Luo Hang in front of her.

The tip of the tail is the most sensitive and vulnerable spot for most tailed species. Getting hit on the tip of the tail can make a grown man jump up and burst into tears.

But the tip of her tail was now held in the hand of the man in front of her, who was twisting and rubbing it roughly with his fingers. Electric currents mixed with pain continued to rise along her tail all the way to her spine, making her feel very uncomfortable.

The man who did such a vile act narrowed his eyes slightly, and for the first time, his eyes showed her a chilling coldness and oppression beyond his smile.

"Your Highness Abbrana, since you know that the Duke of Wellington launched the war regardless of the consequences because he would not allow anyone else to control the sole claim to Drake, have you ever thought about—"

Luo Hang, fiddling with the inescapable lavender tail tip in his hand, once again gave her an unusually bright smile that sent chills down her spine.

"Will everything I do to you really affect the Drake royal family in the Duke of Wellington's hands after you return to him?"

The pupils of Abbrana's only eyes visible between the messy hair on her forehead dilated slightly, and no words came out of her throat.

Her heartbeat stopped for a moment as the man finished speaking, and a chilling chill suddenly hit her as her blood supply was depleted.

Political deal.

Yes, her cooperation with the Duke of Wellington was just a deal in which both parties got what they wanted.

She was accustomed to facilitating various transactions between people in this circle because this was the norm in this circle. Profits were more important than personal likes and dislikes, and she understood this very well.

Even though Duke Shi Huaiya almost died because of her attack, he still chose to return the benefits. Even though Tallulah hated her to the core, she could only glare at her and did not dare to really touch her.

But now,

But she had to taste the bitter fruit of the ruthless transaction, and it was her turn to put aside her personal likes and dislikes for the sake of profit.

"It seems you also understand that your value in the eyes of the Duke of Wellington is not yet enough to make him ignore the current situation and start a war just for your efforts."

Looking at Abrana with a gloomy expression, Luo Hang smiled softly.

As long as Abram is still Drake's royal descendant and can still move around in public, the Duke of Wellington is obviously not willing to pay too much for Abram's sacrifice.

"But is this against your manners?"

Abbrana stared at him with cold eyes as she said this.

"demeanor?"

He laughed lightly, showing his white teeth, then opened his mouth, and in front of Miss Abbrana, put the tip of her tail into his mouth and bit it hard.

"Gu——!!"

Abrana, who was sitting upright in the chair, suddenly bent down, clenched her hands, her expression hidden in the shadow by her hair, and her long and thick dragon tail, which was as strange as the starry sky, twisted violently in the air to form a thrilling arc.

Gently licking the clear and deep mark on the tip of the tail in his mouth, Luo Hang's eyes turned cold.

The people threatened by this attack were not only Tallulah and the people she cared about, but also him and the people he cared about. He knew how to control his emotions, but that didn't mean he was really without temper.

If it weren't for the Duke of Wellington, Abara would never have had a good ending if she fell into his hands... But it was the same now, except that the time span was shortened from a sufficient span to an hour.

Moreover, he originally had to consider the feelings of Tallulah and others, and probably could only take some other forms of punishment. But now, after being pressured by the Duke of Wellington, some extreme options seemed to become natural.

"Tallulah,"

He grinned, looking at Abbrana, who lowered her head and gasped for breath, and said calmly, "Take off her clothes."

"..."

Abbrana's body trembled.

"Are the descendants of Draco also destined to such a dishonorable state?"

A deep voice came from the shadows covering Abbrana's face.

Tallulah glanced at Luo Hang, who was sitting on the back of the chair opposite Aburana, and then looked back at Aburana, her expression unchanged.

"That's a ridiculous thing to say from an assassin, Abbrana. You should be punished as you deserve, by your true executioner, not by the Duke of Wellington paying for you."

"Oh, it seems that you two have acted as judges."

"You and I both understand,"

Tallulah calmly walked behind Abrana, who had lowered her head. "A judge cannot judge a king. It is precisely because we are not judges that we have the right to judge you."

Tallulah's hand fell on Abbrana's shoulder.

Her Royal Highness's body trembled, but before she could take any action, Luo Hang's voice rang out:

"We don't have any extra changes of clothes here. Before you do anything, I still say, you need to think carefully... Abbrana."

"…………"

Abrana slowly raised her head, her eyes as cold as the snowy field as she stared at Luo Hang in front of her. He also continued to look directly at Princess Drake in front of him without any hesitation.

Her clothes were untied in front of him, slowly revealing the princess's beautiful and inviolable skin and body.

"I will remember you."

Abbrana stared at the man in front of her.

"I do not mind."

He curled the corners of his mouth.

"I am Luo Hang, Doctor of Rhodes Island. Please remember this clearly, Your Highness Abrana."

He easily untied his belt, stood up and leaned forward to the gorgeous body of Abrana, which had lost its cover and protection, with the corner of his mouth close to the princess's ear.

"You should be thankful for the value the Duke of Wellington has paid for you, but you should also be unfortunate, because I will do my best to make you experience the full price you deserve in this hour..."

Abrana looked coldly at the bright sky outside the stadium over the man's shoulder and did not reply.

She just sat quietly in her seat, waiting for her fate.