However, when Murong Qinghe remembered King George's relationship to the Murong clan, she still mustered the courage to say, "You cannot hurt him."
"Why not?" Sharky said indifferently.
Murong Qinghe bit her soft lips and said, "Because he is King George's heir. His status is special. Once something happens to him, the entire capital will become chaotic. Isn't this reason enough?"
"That's not enough!" Sharky was expressionless. He was about to stomp down again. But then he turned and noticed.
He saw an elder appear from the end of the street, his entire head covered in silver strands of hair, yet there were no wrinkles on his face. As he slowly walked over, he looked like he was one with the world.
He clearly didn't take many steps, yet he already reappeared several meters from the two of them. "I advise you to move that filthy foot of yours."
