Is it you?
When Lord Georgeâs confidant was brought forth, everyoneâs expressions became peculiar.
The man who was brought forth was none other than Charlie, who, on behalf of Lord George, had once flaunted his power in the Wild Land City.
However, Charlie at this moment, seemed nothing like his formerly arrogant self. All that remained was endless embarrassment.
âCityâ¦City Lordâ¦â Charlie knelt on the ground, glancing at White Mitchell awkwardly, quickly putting on an ingratiatingly sycophantic smile.
His current demeanor was as respectful as it could possibly be, not daring to be the slightest bit negligent.
He was very clear that in the world where the victor is king, White Mitchell could now decide his life or death with a single sentence.
This was something Charlie had never thought of.
A man from the Dragon Realm, one who had just recently conquered Wild Land City, a man whose position in the Dragon Realm was not yet stable.
He had actually managed to kill George, who was at the height of his power, and in such a short amount of time.
At this moment, Charlie felt as though he was on the verge of wanting to die.
If only he had known that day in Wild Land City to be more polite, he wouldnât be in such a passive situation now.
âLord Charlie, isnât it rare to see you unharmed?â White Mitchell spoke, sounding as though he was playing with him.
Charlie gave a bitter smile, quickly retorting, âLittle Charlie, Little Charlie, just call me Little Charlie.â
Ha ha haâ¦
Upon seeing Charlie in such a supplicating state, everyone present couldnât help but laugh coldly.
If Charlie had been able to stand firm today, preferring death over submission, perhaps everyone would have looked upon him more favorably.
But the Charlie they saw now was as flimsy as a blade of grass, toppling over whichever way the wind blew.
Saving someone like this was pointless.
Because the sort of person who would pledge allegiance in order to live, would also choose betrayal in the same circumstance.
But right now, Charlie could no longer concern himself with keeping face.
As long as he could stay alive, he was willing to do absolutely anything.
After all, itâs essential to bow oneâs head under eaves!
âDo you want to live?â White Mitchell posed the question.
âYes, yes, of course, City Lord, I will do whatever, as long as you spare my life. I would move heaven and earth for you! If you tell me to go east, I absolutely wonât head west!â declared Charlie, his voice filled with fear.
White Mitchell laughed, and before responding directly, asked, âTell me everything you know about Emperor Qingâs relics, donât dare to conceal anything. You know the consequences.â
Emperor⦠Emperor Qingâs relics?
Upon hearing this, Charlie momentarily jumped out of fear.
Clearly, White Mitchellâs command caught him off guard.
âDoes it make you uncomfortable?â White Mitchell continued to interrogate.
Charlie was taken aback, couldnât resist shivering, and then quickly retorted, âNot at all, I know all about it. I know the most about Emperor Qingâs relics. Even Lord George â no, Little George doesnât know as much as I do.
Iâve always been the one gathering info on Emperor Qingâs relics, so itâs actually very fortunate that youâre asking me.
I can guarantee that no one in Heavenly Gang City knows more about Emperor Qingâs relics than I do.â
âCut the crap! Speak up!â Enraged by Charlieâs endless chatter, War King White Tiger could no longer restrain himself and scolded him.
Upon hearing this, Charlie repeatedly nodded, refrained from speaking about anything other than Emperor Qingâs relics, and went on to divulge all he knew.