"However, in an era where almost everyone possesses mental strength, individuals like you who lack it entirely are even rarer than those few races," the noble young master retorted, his voice filled with a mix of arrogance and contempt.
Undeterred, Davies smiled calmly, showing no embarrassment despite being strangled. "Is that so? Then you should consider yourself fortunate to have stumbled upon a defenseless lamb."
The mention of resistance triggered a vivid recollection in the noble young master's mind—the humiliation of being subjected to injections by an ordinary person like Davies just moments ago. Subconsciously, his grip around Davies' neck tightened.
Though the young man felt a growing difficulty in breathing, it didn't hinder him from provoking the noble young master with his words. "Why are you angry with me now? Your priority should be finding a mermaid to help resolve your predicament!"
