Zhou Ling's screams echoed through the grand hall as the Vampires, Mo Xing's elite force, swiftly subdued her men. The once-elegant room was now a battlefield littered with the remnants of her failed coup. Mo Xing stood at the center, his cold gaze fixed on Zhou Ling as she was forcibly restrained, her desperate struggles futile against the overwhelming strength of the Vampires.
As the last of her men fell, Zhou Ling looked up at Mo Xing, her eyes wild with disbelief. "So, this wedding... it was all a lie?" Her voice trembled with the realization that everything she had plotted, all her schemes, had been turned against her.
Mo Xing's lips curved into a cruel smile, one that made Zhou Ling's blood run cold. "Yes, Zhou Ling. You fell right into my trap," he said, his voice soft yet laced with triumph. "For years, you evaded me, hid in the shadows, but now, you've lost everything."
