For the past two days, Julius had been busy tallying up his spoils.
The batch of drugs, under the guise of Arabella's involvement, was smoothly transported into the four nations, with no trace linking it to his official identity.
He remained the newly appointed governor who had lost his entire family, still grieving while personally hunting down the notorious bandits, and successfully dismantling the local mafia, Abyss.
In a short span, his identity, status, and reputation soared. He was now beloved by the people, poised to become the most prominent and outstanding governor.
Once the dust settled and all the drugs were distributed, he would use them to control even more people, bending them to his will.
After finishing his own business, Julius remembered his greatest prize—Arabella.
She was still locked in the cage.
He had been waiting for her to find a way to sharpen her vengeance, to strike back. But to his surprise, two days had passed peacefully. His subordinates reported that aside from eating and drinking, she spent the whole time half-reclining in the cage.
Sometimes, he couldn't quite figure her out.
During his secret meetings with Nicholas, the latter had spoken of Arabella's past with a tone of infatuation.
Julius had heard all of it, but none of it stirred any deeper emotion within her.
To him, Arabella was simply powerful, a challenge—like a towering mountain. The joy lay in the ascent, and once at the summit, it was just another peak beneath his feet.
Such was Julius' reflection on her.
He certainly wouldn't keep her for long, but it seemed too wasteful to kill her now. He felt she was hiding her true strength, or perhaps he could find a more entertaining way to play with her.
The next morning, Julius donned a perfectly pressed black robe, gold-edged with a round collar and a totem-embroidered shoulder clasp. Under the sunlight, it gleamed brilliantly.
He stood tall and elegant, exuding a refined demeanor, a stark contrast to Arabella, who lay naked in the cage, her body marked with bloodstains. He looked every bit the picture of triumph.
"Well, well, Master Unknown, are you learning to be a dog?" Julius chuckled, pulling on the iron chain around Arabella's neck. The chain clanged sharply against the cage, producing a harsh, metallic sound.
Arabella had her eyes closed, and even though she heard Julius's footsteps approaching, she didn't open her eyes.
Only when Julius spoke did she lazily lift her eyelids, her eyes calm and unfathomable.
"Are you planning to keep me locked up like this?"
"Well, that depends on whether you can make me enjoy myself, Master Unknown. Come on—crawl out like a dog."
"Crawl? You just gave me a muscle relaxant. I can't move." Arabella remained curled up in the dog cage, not feeling anything was amiss. Her voice was soft and gentle, never taking advantage of words, never speaking harshly—only stating facts.
Julius, of course, had another trick in mind for Arabella. He opened the cage, grabbed the iron chain, and dragged her out, still bound tightly.
Arabella's arms and legs were completely numb, unable to move, as she was dragged across the rough ground, offering no resistance at all.
Julius looked at Arabella, lying on the ground like a dead dog, and let out a sneering laugh. "Master Unknown, if you can't crawl, it's fine. I'll just drag you. Even dogs need to be taken for a walk."
His mockery caused the guards standing nearby to burst into laughter. Few of Julius's men had seen Arabella in person, but everyone had heard of the infamous reputation of Master Unknown.
They never expected the world-renowned Master Unknown to be a woman.
But a woman is still just a woman. Looking at this, it seemed like nothing but a hollow reputation. Who knows, maybe the leader of the Night Owl organization enjoyed her so much in bed that he gave this bitch the top position just by a wave of his hand.
To AE's subordinates, their leader was the undisputed number one in the world. His skills, strategy, abilities, and command level were unparalleled, truly without comparison.
A woman like Arabella, who rose to power through sleeping her way to the top—now she's just a dog at their leader's feet.
Arabella was dragged across the uneven, rough ground, with steps that were high and low. Her skin scraped against the ground, drawing blood as she was dragged along.
Julius walked ahead, not caring at all, treating her as nothing more than a dead dog being dragged along.
He dragged Arabella all the way to the end of the corridor, where he handed the iron chain to a servant.
"Clean up this dead dog properly."
Arabella was cleaned both inside and out once more, then thrown onto Julius's bed. This time, her hands were bound behind her back with the iron chain, half-kneeling on the bed in a completely submissive position, ready to be at his mercy.
Julius took off his clothes with satisfaction, revealing a beautifully sculpted physique. His body was strong, full of power, with lines that were absolutely perfect.
He raised a bottle of wine, drinking directly from the bottle. This time, he gave Arabella a smaller dose of the muscle relaxant, though it was still enough to prevent her from having the strength to escape.
However—he still needed to test her limits.
He kicked onto the bed and pressed down on Arabella's kneeling leg, the force deliberately controlled so that if she had any strength to resist, her calf would involuntarily twitch.
But there was none—Arabella remained completely still, clearly unable to escape the effects of the drugs.
Julius sneered, grabbed Arabella's head, and clutched her chin, forcing a pill into her mouth.
"Swallow it obediently. I've heard a single pill can turn a virtuous lady into a slut. What do you think will happen when you swallow a handful? Let's see—" Of course, he wouldn't give Arabella the chance to spit it out. He grabbed a bottle of alcohol and poured it into her mouth, making her choke on the liquor, which spilled all over her.
Arabella promptly swallowed the pill, grinning. "Strange. I never kept myself pure. Using these drugs on me is a bit of a waste."
By this point, Julius really couldn't understand Arabella.
If she was disobedient, she kept her posture very low, never resisting even when shouted at or beaten.
But if she was obedient, yet it seemed that she was completely unaware of fear, as though no humiliation, nor a life worse than death in the future, could stir the slightest ripple within her.
But then all these doubts were thrown to the back of his mind. After all, Arabella was alone now, and with the little remaining underlings she had, did he really think they could rescue her?
Not to mention that Raven might not come; even if he did, he was no match for Julius.
He gloated as he took something out of a drawer and waved it in front of Arabella's eyes. "What do you think? Do you remember this? Master Unknown, I was so eager to give this to you back then."
Arabella cast a casual glance, and there it was—the finely carved statuette, capturing the expression she had worn at that time with vivid, lifelike detail.
From this perspective, Arabella couldn't help but admire Julius. In order to scheme and strategize, he truly seemed to have mastered every trick in the book, using them all to deceive her.
"Now—Master Unknown, do me the honor and accept it," he said, turning the figurine in his hands. Though his words were full of flattery, his expression remained anything but sincere, dripping with a careless playfulness.
Arabella said nothing, knowing full well that this was hardly a normal way of accepting something.
As expected, Julius placed the statue on her crotch and began to rotate it gently at first, then pushed it in forcefully, completely ignoring the size of the statue and the size of her vagina.
Arabella was shaken by the violent thrusting action, and then she was directly stepped on by Julius, who stood above him. Julius continued to thrust her aggressively, watching the flow of blood each time he pulled out, and couldn't help but laugh with satisfaction, "I told you, Master Unknown, take it. And now, aren't you still taking it and holding it in your ass?"
Meanwhile, in the inner passageways of the castle built by AE, Raven, Bramwell, and Nicholas, along with their group, had long since ambushed the area. At the far end of the passage, in the shadows, stood a towering figure. Upon seeing Raven, he flashed a strange smile and said, "Master Unknown calculated the timing perfectly—she predicted you'd bring people here at this very moment. And sure enough, you've come, Raven."
Raven furrowed his brows, his gaze fixed ahead. He was a man of few expressions, his demeanor always exuding a certain upright, military bearing. Efficient and decisive in his actions, he never hesitated nor showed mercy, his heart untouched by sentiment—except for one person: Arabella.
"How is Master Unknown?" After the brief exchange of signals between the two sides, Raven wasn't concerned with who the enemy might be lurking beside AE. His sole focus was on Arabella.
The other party fell silent for a moment, then let out a strange laugh. "She's probably playing with Julius. But as Master Unknown said, whenever you arrive, that's when the game ends."
Without hesitation, Raven drew the heavy weapon strapped to his body, swinging it with swift authority. "Move out!"
As Raven and his men charged in, Arabella, still pinned beneath Julius in a submissive posture, concealed an unspoken fury in her eyes. In an instant, and with no warning to her captor, she tightened her grip, the chains around her wrists snapping apart with a resounding crack, breaking into jagged fragments.
When Arabella took action, Julius was so shocked that he retreated using both his hands and feet. His large penis, which had been vigorously thrusting into Arabella's hole just moments before, had changed the situation in an instant.
"Impossible!" Julius exclaimed, his speed quick, yet still half a step too slow in the face of Arabella's sudden movement. He clutched his chest, and blood began to surge from the wound, spilling out in a crimson tide.
Arabella smiled at him, a calm and unsettling smile. She simply slid her fingers away, concealing the thin, razor-sharp blade that had been hidden beneath her tongue.
That smile, though serene, held an eerie kind of terror.
Without a single word, she twisted her limbs and, with brutal precision, delivered a swift kick to Julius's neck. The force of the strike was like a violent gust of wind, capable of ending a life in an instant.
Julius knew all too well that Arabella was not a woman to be underestimated. His hands moved to intercept, but he distinctly heard a faint "crack"—the sound of his arm snapping under the force of her strike.
Though he had managed to catch her attack, he couldn't withstand her raw power.
Arabella's physical strength was legendary—her fists alone were said to be capable of sending a beast flying. A mere mortal, like Julius, stood no chance against her.
Fortunately, he was AE. He still had a slim chance of survival.
But something gnawed at him. When had she recovered her strength? Or had she never truly been under his control to begin with?
The thought sent a cold sweat down his back.
Something wasn't right.
He had let the fierce wolf into his home.
