The True Mistress Has A Thousand Hidden Identities

The man was ragged and scarred, and his body was trembling with fear.

Spark played with the gun in his hand. “How dare you try and escape under my nose? How do you want to die?”

The man suddenly raised his head, glared at him with resentful eyes, and roared. “God is watching you! Killing so many people, aren’t you afraid of retribution?! Aren’t you scared that their ghosts will drag you to hell?!”

Spark slowly got up and squatted in front of the man. He raised his chin with a gun, and a ferocious crimson gleam flickered in his eyes. “I never believe in retribution. In the East Continent, I am the god! I am the devil! I will kill anyone who stands in my way, no matter whether they are people or ghosts!”

Then he pointed the gun at the man’s head and pulled the trigger.

With a bang, the blood splattered all over.

Seeing the man fall, he didn’t even blink his eyes and said lightly, “Drag him out and feed the dog.”

Several guards pulled the body out, and a bloody breath spread in the hall.

Spark threw the gun aside. The moment he raised his eyes, he suddenly felt a cold gaze on him.

Claire was standing on the stairs with a veil covering half of her face. Her expression couldn’t be seen, only her beautiful eyes were exposed. Her pupils shrank as she stared at him motionlessly.

“Claire…” Spark hurriedly got up and the cruel look on his face was gone. He wanted to walk towards the girl.

Realizing that his hands were stained with blood, he paused and quickly hid his hands behind him. Standing there, he looked at Claire like a helpless child, his eyes filled with intense anxiety.

Claire remained silent and turned to go upstairs.

Soon, Spark chased her into her room. His hands had been wiped clean, and he hugged Claire so hard as if he wanted to melt her into his bones and blood.

There was a hint of fear and panic in his voice. “Claire, I’m sorry. I scared you! Don’t be afraid of me, okay?”

Well, she was not so timid.

It was just that in the past few days, he was so gentle and meticulous to her that she thought he wasn’t as brutal as rumored.

But now she understood that this man, despite pretending to be a dog in front of her, was still a beast in his bones.

During the day, Claire wandered around the palace.

The whole place was extremely quiet and dull. Even the servants immersed themselves in their work and dared not say anything. Having no communication with each other, they lived in extreme fear of losing their lives if they weren’t careful enough.

An army walked into the hall. The soldiers were all sturdy with a cold expression, carrying a sniper rifle, and walking at a consistent and loud pace. They were well-trained, obviously different from the guards in the palace.

Claire leaned on the railing of the stairs and asked. “Who are they?”

Noah replied from the side. “They are the Hesa Army.”

Hesa? Claire had heard of this famous name.

It was rumored that there were only a hundred of them, but they were very brave and skilled in battle. They were almost invincible, which was why Emperor You was able to destroy the three Kingdoms of East Continent in a short period of time

Claire didn’t speak anymore, and was about to go back to the room.

Suddenly, feeling dizzy, she slumped to the ground and rolled down the stairs.

“Miss Claire!” Noah was shocked and hurriedly took Claire back to her room.

Claire was lying on the bed, her eyes closed tightly. Her face was pale, and she had fallen into a coma.

“Can’t find out the reason? Say it again!” Spark was furious and severely pinched the doctor’s neck, his bloodshot eyes filled with murderous intent.

The doctor trembled with fright. “I… what I said is true. All the physical indexes of Miss Claire are normal…”

Spark directly picked up the gun and put it against the doctor’s head. Seeing Claire on the bed, he stiffened and quickly put down the gun.

He said coldly, “Useless waste! Drag him out and solve him.”

Several guards stepped forward and dragged the doctor out of the room.