Could William Wang Jinling really still be alive?
No, no, no, impossible. William's seventeenth uncle quickly shook his head, dismissing the thought. The poison they used was incurable—William was doomed, he had to die.
William must still be in Feng Manor. Ever since the day he entered, they've had people watching nonstop—if even a fly left Feng Manor, they'd know about it.
The Walker clan is sure William is inside Feng Manor, and so is Prince Adrian Dongling—he's got his own people outside, and he can guarantee William hasn't left.
Since the person in the cabin is the Seventh Young Master, then William must be somewhere else. Adrian Dongling curled his lips in a smile and waved for the old steward to rise.
The old steward let out a silent sigh of relief and shakily climbed to his feet. He hadn't even had time to thank Adrian when a sudden rush of footsteps sounded—he looked up, saw a mass of blood-red uniforms, and his eyes rolled back as he collapsed to the ground.
The Bloodcloak Guard is here!
Prince Adrian actually summoned the Bloodcloak Guard to Feng Manor.
It's over, it's over—Feng Manor is in real trouble now...
Even after their so-called 'cleansing,' the Bloodcloak Guard is still seen by the people of Eastlyn as man-eating tigers. To see them is like seeing the King of Hell come for your soul—and the one who commands them, Prince Adrian, is that King of Hell made flesh.
Prince Adrian was thoroughly satisfied by the chilling effect brought by the Bloodcloak Guard. Aside from the household soldiers from Prince Samuel Zhai’s manor, everyone else was more or less cowed by the Guard’s presence, frozen in place like wooden stakes, not daring to move.
"My lord." A hundred Bloodcloak Guard troopers dropped to one knee before Prince Adrian, completely ignoring Prince Jason and Prince Evan, and addressed Adrian not by his princely title but simply as "my lord."
Though Prince Jason and Prince Evan were unhappy, they didn’t dare speak up and could only stand obediently beside Prince Adrian, relegated to mere background.
The Bloodcloak Guard is an independent institution of Eastlyn, funded by the Emperor’s inner treasury and answering only to the Emperor. They hold everyone else in contempt, and only this way can their status and power be ensured.
When Commander Lucan Lu was in charge, the Bloodcloak Guard would still negotiate with others. But after Prince Adrian took over, the Guard stopped caring about anyone except the Emperor and Adrian himself.
In Prince Adrian’s hands, the Bloodcloak Guard is the Emperor’s most savage beast—wherever the Emperor points, they bite. That’s exactly what the Emperor wants, and what Adrian is most proud of.
Under Adrian’s control, the Bloodcloak Guard has no complicated procedures—all authority rests in his hands. Adrian waved a hand: "By my command, search Feng Manor and locate the Walker clan’s Grand Heir."
"Yes, my lord!"
Military orders were absolute—the Bloodcloak Guard sprang into action, splitting into ten squads and flooding toward every courtyard of Feng Manor.
The Bloodcloak Guard harbored a deep, unforgettable hatred toward Feng Manor—they hadn’t forgotten the humiliation the Feng clan once inflicted on them. Now that they could strike openly, they had no intention of showing mercy.