The imposing figure of Landis cast a shadow over Ming Dailan.
He grasped her throat viciously, and words filled with resentment poured onto Ming Dailan's face: "It's because of you, Charlman wants to kill us all. Why did you have to go to Parma when everything was fine? If it weren't for you, he wouldn't have killed to silence anyone. Duchess, the one who truly deserves to die... is you!"
Ming Dailan had never in her life felt such a clear threat of impending death.
Her pupils dilated, and the choking sensation from having her throat held left her both shocked and enraged.
Fortunately, Yin Mo stepped forward in time and kicked Landis in the back of the knee, disarming his attack.
Ming Dailan stumbled back, collapsing onto the sofa, clutching her chest and taking deep breaths.
Landis winced in pain from his knee, his leg buckling and causing him to collide with the corner of the nearby table.
