King's Awakening

Charm Magic City, twenty-eighth floor!

This is the top floor of Charm Magic City, with less than ten rooms spread across the entire floor.

This isn’t a place where ordinary rich folks can come. Without a certain level of influence, one simply couldn’t book a room on the twenty-eighth floor.

Hans Weiden, as the heir of the Sayon’s top-tier Weiden family, qualified with his fame and status to reserve a room on this floor.

At that very moment, inside the romantic room with a subtle aroma, Hans threw Sherry Jones onto the bed.

“Hehe… Sherry, remember how well you could play the act? Continue performing for me, could you?” A smirking Hans, exuding a muscular and masculine presence, gazed at Sherry on the bed.

After being tossed onto the bed by Hans, Sherry gradually regained some clarity, but she found herself unable to move, powerless.

“You… where is this? I want to go home, I want to go home…” With the remaining strength she had, Sherry spoke.

The confused and blurry-eyed Sherry only excited Hans more.

He forcefully pulled Sherry up, voraciously tearing at her clothes. His eyes were ignited with a primitive light, making him appear like a raging beast, utterly ruthless.

“Don’t be scared, soon you’ll be in heaven, about to taste the threshold between life and death.” An ecstatic Hans said.

“Hans Weiden!?”

Upon hearing his voice, Sherry felt a chill, a terrifying dread surfaced in her heart.

She wanted to struggle, to tear away, but found that she couldn’t muster any strength at all.

“Did you drug the wine?” Sherry spoke weakly. How could she not know? She was certain that her drink had been drugged.

However, Hans continued disregarding her well-being, relentlessly tearing at her clothes.

“Grandma… Grandma… save me, save me…” Sherry attempted to cry for help, but her voice didn’t reach out.

“Hehe… don’t waste your energy, your grandma has already handed you over to me. Even if God himself came down, he won’t be able to save you!” Hans laughed malevolently.

The more Sherry resisted, the more excited Hans became.

To him, playing with a lifeless person was no fun. It was more interesting when there was a fight like now, so he purposely didn’t let Sherry drink too much earlier on.

What he desired was Sherry’s equivocal state of seeming to reject but also welcoming him.

“Haha… scream, the louder you scream, the happier I’ll be, haha…” Hans spoke near madness.

By now, Sherry’s top half was in tatters, revealing large patches of her fair skin.

At the sight of her exposed body, Hans’s eyes almost popped out of their sockets. He seemed over the moon with excitement, his heart filled with raw, animalistic desire.

Her desolate cry echoed around the room.

Bang!

At that moment, a violent noise came from the door, drowning all the other sounds in the room.

With a loud bang, Hans was startled and instinctively stopped his actions.

The next moment, a tall figure, like a Heaven God descended, appeared in the room.

White Mitchell, filled with rage, found his inner fire threatening to burst out when he saw the scene before him.

“You’re asking for death!!! Ahhh!!!”

The aura of battle and blood shot into the sky. The next moment, White Mitchell, after a quick leap, stood before Hans.

“You…”

Before Hans Weiden could make his move, White Mitchell swiftly kicked him across the room.

With a loud crash, Hans was thrown directly into a glass shower room, shattering the glass into countless fragments.

The entire room trembled as if shaken by an earthquake.

The room echoed with the sound of shattering glass.

Hans Weiden was now covered in blood and bruises, feeling as if his body had fallen apart, unable to move an inch.

“You…you…”

Wide-eyed and tongue-tied, Hans looked towards White, fear involuntarily welling up in his eyes. Seeing White in that moment was like seeing the arrival of the grim reaper, making his body shake uncontrollably.

White Mitchell, furious as ever, slowly approached Hans, his eyes transparent with lethal intent.

It was clear that he had decided to kill Hans.

Anyone who dared insult Sherry Jones deserved to die!

The room was filled with a raging fury, all of which was directed at Hans.

“Who…who are you? You…what are you trying to do!?”

The fear was palpable.

Hans was in total panic; he felt defenseless like a newborn chick in front of White, who could easily kill him with the flick of a finger.

Hans took a sharp breath, his voice trembling as he warned, “Don’t…don’t you dare, 1…1 am from the Weiden family. My grandfather is Jeremiah Weiden, former chief instructor of the Wubu Flying Tiger Guard.

If…if you lay a finger on me, you’ll make an enemy of the entire Wubu Flying Tiger Guard.”

Wubu Flying Tiger Guard?

White’s face was filled with anger, let alone the Tiger Guard, even if the commander of War Department himself stood in his way, he wouldn’t be deterred!

However, just as White made up his mind to end Hans’ life, Sherry Jones, using all her remaining strength, started to cry out, “Bro…bro…”

The moment Sherry’s voice filled the room, White’s eyes, filled with rage, regained a glimpse of clarity.

To him, Sherry was everything he had, and only her voice could suppress the murderous intent that raged within him.

He shot a harsh glance at Hans, then turned around and returned to Sherry, helping her to her feet.

Even now, Sherry felt weak, but she used the last bit of strength she had to plead, “Bro…no…do not kill. You will be imprisoned…do not kill…do not…” Even in such a circumstance, all Sherry cared about was White’s safety.

She knew Hans deserved to die, but she truly did not want White to commit a murder for her sake and end up in jail.

Perhaps her determination gave her strength. Despite being weak, she managed to pull herself together.

With the last of her strength, she firmly grasped White’s hand. That was all she could do right now.

Seeing this, White took a deep breath, lifted Sherry into his arms, and gently draped a bath towel over her. He was ready to take her away.

As he walked past the shower room, he paused and through gritted teeth, he said to Hans, “Today, if it wasn’t for Sherry, you would be dead!

And remember this, within three days, break your own arms and kneel before Sherry in front of all Sayon to beg for forgiveness!

If I don’t see you doing it, tell your family to be ready for your funeral!”