"What?" Anfey asked, caught off guard by Batusimon's request. He had spared him because he wanted to learn how to control his temper. He had expected Batusimon to be grateful, not to be making requests.
Ye drew his sword and walked toward Batusimon. He leveled the sword at the man's chest, then glanced at Anfey, waiting for his order. Batusimon did not look at Ye. He kept staring at Anfey and said, "If you can give that woman to me, my lord, this life is yours."
Anfey walked over and stopped next to Ye. He looked at Batusimon and sighed. "Even if I don't give you anything, your life can still be mine." He grabbed Ye's hand and thrust the sword forward. The sword plunged into Batusimon's chest.
