He Juan's jaws clenched, his silver orbs radiating strong hostility akin to a brewing storm.
Despite his unfavorable circumstances, despite him being forced into a kneeling position with blood seeping out of the bandages around his chest, he did not appear weak at all. He was just like a shackled dragon, his feet bound to the earth, preventing him from soaring into the sky. But a superior creature was still superior, after all. They still exuded an aura of ferocity as if they could break free at any moment to unleash their wrath.
Having served as Luo Xuan's left-hand man for almost a decade, He Juan had come to know the omega's cruel ways very well, though he had never foreseen that one day he would be on the receiving end. However, he did not plead for mercy like the omega expected. Instead, he merely curled the corner of his lips into a smile that was not quite a smile, defiant. "Punishment? What does that mean, to be exact?"
