Today, Wen Zaao was wearing a set of casual sportswear, her ponytail tied up high. From the moment he woke up, he noticed the changes around him; nothing seemed like the things from his country. A wave of anger spread from his heart—he had been ambushed and kidnapped to another nation!
The man frowned, his gaze growing sharper and more menacing. "Who are you, and who sent you to hold this prince hostage?!"
He was ambushed by a little girl with yellow hair! What a disgrace!
The man wanted to step forward and restrain Wen Zaao, but his Inner Strength seemed to be sealed by something, unable to exert any power. To make matters worse, his strength seemed drained; he felt weak all over. Just standing for a moment left him exhausted.
"Daring to deceive this prince!"
Damn it!
The man glared fiercely at Wen Zaao, and the next instant, everything went black and his tall body collapsed to the ground.
