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When Ashel received the message from the Duke's mansion that he was being summoned back to the old house ahead of schedule, he knew that nothing good was going to happen.

Sure enough, before he even saw Duke Jolai at the old mansion, he was stopped by Renzo's maid.

The other party handed him something and instructed him to make sure to mix it into Cen Li's daily meals.

Ash was naturally unwilling, not to mention that he didn't know what Renzo's female servant had given him.

Renzo was Duke Jolai's lady-in-waiting, and he and Admiral Derek were usually at odds.

This unidentified object is definitely not a good thing!

If Ashel actually does as instructed, he will be held responsible for any subsequent misfortunes befalling the ruler.

Renzo did not expect Ashel to be so stubborn and unyielding, remaining unmoved by his threats and inducements.

Instead, it infuriated Renzo himself.

He never expected to be rejected, so he had no choice but to repeatedly threaten Ashel not to tell anyone about what happened today, or he would be in big trouble.

After a few back and forth, Renzo was still uneasy.

The decision was made to give Ash a warning, so that even if he wanted to complain, he would have to think twice.

If it weren't for the fact that Xiya seemed to have lost Cen Li's trust, and that Renzo was afraid that Cen Li would really recover, leaving his insect cub with no chance of inheriting the title, he wouldn't have chosen to take such a risk.

In the end, Ashel was forced to kneel in the backyard as punishment.

I knelt for several hours straight, from the blazing sun until the sun began to set.

Under the slanting setting sun, a long shadow was cast.

The light and shadow accentuate Ash's strong features, making his broad shoulders appear even more silent and resolute.

"Hey, isn't this our Empire's Light, Major General Ashel?"

Ashel looked in the direction of the voice and found it was Cen Li's nominal younger brother, Miha.

He strode over and stopped directly in front of Ashl, his eyes mocking, blocking out a large patch of blinding sunlight and casting a dark shadow.

Ashel averted his gaze.

Miha's gaze lingered on the female insect's slender, supple waist before he sneered, "Looks like you're not having a good time after marrying Cen Li!"

Ash pursed his lips, his jawline unconsciously tightening.

It seems I'm bound to get a hard time again.

When Ashl was at the height of his fame, Mihalyu was one of his suitors.

Even though Mihalyu already had a bunch of female servants in his backyard, it couldn't stop him from wanting to take more.

Moreover, Ashel wasn't as easy to obtain as other female insects, which further fueled his desire to conquer her.

Such a beautiful female soldier, even if you marry her and keep her at home as a "display," it would still be a pleasure to look at.

But unexpectedly, Cen Li succeeded first.

Thinking of his crippled brother, Miha's eyes turned sinister. He bent down and grabbed Ash's chin: "What? Do you regret it...?"

He gently stroked Ash's chin, raising an eyebrow. "Could my crippled brother satisfy you?"

Ash's heart skipped a beat. Forced to meet the male insect's obscure and dark gaze, he frowned almost imperceptibly and turned his head to the other side.

"Lord Mihalyu, please have some self-respect."

This sound thoroughly enraged the arrogant male insect.

Mihav's expression changed from sunny to stormy in an instant, and he unexpectedly slapped her across the face.

"Ungrateful!"

"She's just a female insect, yet she dares to reject me time and time again. She's really asking for it!"

Mihav's face was full of anger.

He looked down at the female insect, whose head was heavily tilted to one side, looking utterly disheveled.

Ash'er braced himself on the ground, half of his body hidden in the heavy shadows. The other man had clearly used force, and blood was trickling from the corner of his mouth.

Asher composed himself, his clenched hand loosening as if deflated.

He couldn't resist...

Because the other party is a male insect.

If he resists, it will only lead to worse consequences.

But how could this possibly satisfy the male insect, whose emotions are so unpredictable...?

Moreover, Ashel was right in front of him, constantly reminding Mihaly that he was inferior to Cen Li in every way.

His mental strength level was suppressed by one rank, and his background was inferior...

Now he can't even compete with Cen Li for a female insect!

"What's so good about that cripple?!"

When Mihajlov got angry, he started to speak recklessly, and Ashir, who was nearby, became his punching bag.

Just as Ash was about to receive another solid slap, a cold voice rang out.

"stop!"

Mihav's hand froze in mid-air.

He turned his head and saw Cen Li sitting in a wheelchair.

Cen Li didn't expect that when he arrived, he would witness Ashel being harassed.

The moment the male insect turned its face, it matched the insect name in his memory.

"Mikhail?"

With a sullen face, Cen Li steered his wheelchair forward. When he saw the obvious finger marks on Ash's cheek, his expression suddenly turned ugly.

"Did you do this?"

Cen Li turned to stare at Miha, his words a statement of certainty rather than a question.

Miha was quite surprised to see Cen Li suppressing his anger, but he showed no sign of remorse.

He raised the corners of his mouth: "Brother, your female servant is very disobedient. I'm just teaching her a lesson."

Cen Li said expressionlessly, "So, I should thank you?"

"Hmm," Mihaly nodded in agreement.

Seeing his nonchalant attitude, Cen Li felt a surge of anger rising within him.

He was burning with desire and no longer wanted to suppress it.

The next second, the usually nonchalant Mihalyu suddenly screamed in agony, clutching his right wrist and bending over in pain.

"you……"

His face was covered in sweat, pale as a ghost, and his eyes were fixed on Cen Li.

"You actually used mental power?!"

The thick spiritual pillar quickly wrapped around Miha's wrist, and before the insect could react, it twisted and pulled without holding back.

The cracking sound of bones breaking sent chills down the insect's spine.

Mihav had lost sensation in half of his hand.

He broke out in a cold sweat and cursed.

"You're a madman!"

Anger consumed his reason, and Mihajlovi drove his mental power to attack the insect in the wheelchair.

However, before his spiritual power could even touch Cen Liben, the insect was completely crushed.

How can the mental strength of a B-rank be compared to that of an A-rank?

Each level of mental strength represents a huge gap.

Backlashed by his own mental power, Miha's cerebral cortex felt like it was being pricked by needles, with a dense, throbbing pain.

He clutched his head, cursing the culprit in pain.

Cen Li said lightly.

"I heard you call me crippled."

"Tell me, should I turn you into a cripple like me? Only then would it be fair that you called me crazy?"

Cen Li watched as Miha Wu's eyes turned to terror, feeling extremely satisfied with the original owner's vengeful nature, which automatically rationalized any incomprehensible things he did.

Miha's lips moved as he met Cen Lihai's gaze, and a cold sweat broke out on his back.

"You wouldn't dare, what if Xiongfu and the others find out..."

Cen Li interrupted him, asking, "Do you think I'd be afraid of that?"

Mihalyu choked.

"And you were the one who insulted me first, provoking me, weren't you?"

Miha was speechless. Cen Li curled the corners of his mouth and said, "So it's reasonable for me to teach you a lesson, isn't it?"

These words sounded familiar. Mihaly's gaze fell on Ashel on the ground, then returned, his tone subtle: "You're not here to avenge him, are you?"

Just because he slapped Ashley?

Cen Li didn't confirm, but simply said, "You shouldn't have touched my things."

The two insects remained locked in a stalemate in the air for a long time.

The tense situation was only broken when insects came looking for them.

"A powerful, a mighty ruler."

The insect comes from West Asia.

At this moment, he saw Miha'u's face contorted in pain as he clutched his wrist, and subconsciously glanced at Cen Li, who was sitting in a wheelchair with his arms crossed in a cold manner.

A bold idea popped into my head.

Will the powerful lord and his men start fighting?!

Seeing Cen Li's indifferent expression, Xi Ya's legs went weak. He wanted to cry but had no tears. He should have come later...

Don't take your anger out on him.