Herkoen Wenley was topless in the dim light. Drops of sweat streamed down his sturdy chest, leaving perfect trails behind. The veins on his arms were popping, looking extremely manly.
He fell into someone's trap and went into heat in advance, so his body was burning. He could not take it anymore and tore Daphne Miller's clothes with all his might.
Daphne could feel that her clothes were being removed, piece by piece, but she could not wake up.
Was she not dead already? Why must she suffer such humiliation? Feeling ashamed and enraged, she managed to wake up by her sheer willpower and fight back.
Unfortunately, her strength was nothing compared to Herkoen's. Not only did her resistance do nothing, but it sparked Herkoen's desire to make her submit to him instead.
"Who are you? Go away!" Daphne shouted.
Herkoen kissed her like he had gone mad. Both their lips and breath were entwined to the point that Daphne almost suffocated.
Herkoen's rough fingers brushed against Daphne's fair neck.
In the end, Daphne could not hold herself back and bit Herkoen's shoulder as revenge. Then, she could not take it anymore and passed out.
Daphne had no idea that she had accidentally marked an extremely powerful figure.
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Herkoen noticed that someone was beside him when he woke up, and he immediately had his guard up and choked the person's neck.
Daphne did not react at all.
It was only then that Herkoen remembered what he had done. He had always hated females the most, but he had slept with one. This would certainly become trouble if it were not taken care of, especially since the woman was pretty. She was beautiful yet dangerous.
Besides, Herkoen had great psionic strength, so he would never have a child in his life anymore. There was no benefit for him in keeping this woman around.
His hands turned into sharp claws, and he wanted to take her life. However, he was stunned after he saw a silver cobra that looked very lifelike wrapped around her arm.
Then, a piercing boom cut through the sky, and a bullet shot through the glass. Herkoen caught the bullet.
The Beastkin had great eyesight. Herkoen could see the man standing on the building across from him. It was a colonel from Hildi—Lester Waltzan.
Eric Stone, Herkoen's staff, rushed in as soon as he heard the gunshot and shielded Herkoen behind him.
"Let's go. Lester is just showing off. He's just a colonel. He won't have the guts to start a war," said Herkoen before he gave Lester the middle finger to provoke him.
Lester put his gun away and watched them disappear.
The authorities received information that the Renegade Coalition had the audacity to build a base in their country to collect information. They had also taken many innocent young women to be their escorts.
That was why the authorities had asked Lester to take this place down in the name of a crackdown. However, they had a request—Lester was not allowed to harm Herkoen.
It was common for two countries to go to war with each other. They could just go to Unmanned Planet on their battleships and fight it out. The winner could then name their request. That was the law laid down by Beast God.
Members of the Renegade Coalition were cruel and cunning by nature. Herkoen was their heir. If Lester killed him, the coalition would attack the people of Hildi regardless of who they were. The people would be the ones to suffer in the end.
In the blink of an eye, Lester arrived in the suite that Herkoen was in earlier, and he immediately noticed the naked young woman lying on the bed.
There were still slight whiffs of lustful scent lingering in the room. There were also tears in the corner of Daphne's eyes, which showed what a brutal night she must have gone through.
Daphne arrived at a void while she was unconscious. She looked at the figure reflected on the ground and wondered how someone who was about to die could experience so much all of a sudden.
"Child Delivery System is selecting a host."
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