Governor Julius's coronation ceremony was grand and magnificent, with the entire population of Pujivang cheering for the arrival of a once-in-a-century leader.
At the banquet, elites from all walks of life, politicians, and the wealthy mingled, exchanging drinks, and the atmosphere was lively.
Julius wore the governor's uniform, the epaulets adorned with gilded buttons, black and gold contrasting sharply. The buttons ran all the way down, exuding an aura of restrained austerity.
The uniform was tailored to fit perfectly, with smooth lines that made him appear elegant and spirited, like a tall and handsome tree.
The eyes of the unmarried debutantes in the room were all focused on him.
A young, handsome, and graceful man, with outstanding talent—what woman wouldn't be moved?
Julius was charming, with his elegant demeanor and witty conversation, making him the center of attention in the entire hall.
The guests were happy, and the banquet ended smoothly. Later that night, the Governor's residence fell into silence.
After the revelry, everyone fell into a deep sleep, and a sleek, all-black luxury car silently drove out of the estate.
In stark contrast to his daytime appearance of restraint and solemnity, Julius now wore a deep V-neck shirt, subtly revealing the strong, muscular form beneath.
He wore a velvet necktie, and his hair was slicked back, exuding an unruly yet sensual charm.
As he reached his destination, he donned the mask belonging to AE.
He was accustomed to wearing two faces—angel and demon—seamlessly switching between them, relishing the game of manipulating hearts.
Island still displayed its prosperous landscape, as it had always been a gathering place for the rich and powerful among the four nations.
The beauty of the mountains, even in the dead of night, still displayed a landscape dotted with distant lights, as if they would never fade.
At the mountain top were the most luxurious, top-tier mansions, with only two or three massive villas.
The homeowners didn't usually live there; they only came for parties or vacations.
Julius's car entered the farthest villa. The guards hidden in the shadows immediately recognized their boss and hurriedly opened the courtyard gate to welcome him.
Upon entering the main hall, a group of people greeted him respectfully, shouting, "Boss."
AE nodded and walked straight towards the underground secret room.
When the secret door was opened, a strong stench of blood wafted out.
The sound of whipping and pleading for mercy was unrelenting, interspersed with screams of utter despair, enough to chill the blood and make one's heart tremble.
"Have those old men been dealt with?"
Scorpion quickly stepped forward to report, "Those who refused to comply have been killed, and we've arranged it as accidents, everything is cleaned up. Some have already changed their stance and are obedient now."
AE nodded and then ordered, "Since they're obedient, let's give them a gift. The new drug I developed hasn't been tested for its addictive properties, let them try it."
Scorpion nodded and complied. AE listened to the surrounding anguished screams, feeling a sense of satisfaction.
Those old fools were too insolent, questioning his legitimacy as governor, and some even doubted the suspicious death of his father, insisting on investigating to the end.
With a cold snort, AE looked at the bloodied bodies hanging in front of him, feeling a sense of satisfaction, and couldn't help but think of Arabella.
"Have you found the woman I asked you to find?"
"We're being brought in gradually, as we're cautious not to search too openly. But several have already been found and are being housed in a room, awaiting their training before serving you."
"Don't train them. I want the wild ones, the untamable ones." Hearing that they had found women who resembled Arabella, AE's expression grew excited, and he became impatient.
On his way to the room, AE suddenly remembered something, "Ferdinand is in prison, make sure he doesn't have an easy time."
Scorpion hesitated for a moment before speaking, "This is a bit tricky. He's the heir to the Spanka Leiso family, and it's said that the royal family is backing him—apparently, the princess favors him. Moreover, he's being held in the Viskomo prison, and our people have limited reach there."
"Relying on a woman to save his life, what a pathetic coward."
*
The rooms were luxurious and beautiful, each containing several women, all of whom, according to Scorpion, resembled Arabella.
AE watched a round of surveillance footage and picked one out. He then said, "Give the rest to the men."
Unable to contain his excitement, AE walked into the room of his chosen prey. The girl had already fallen asleep, but at the sound, she immediately sprang to attention, her body tense with alertness. Grabbing the pool cue that had been placed beside the bed, she prepared herself.
AE raised an eyebrow, sensing the fun of toying with her.
The reason he had chosen this woman wasn't because she resembled Arabella the most, but because, of all the women, she was the only one who kept a weapon—a nearby pool cue—within reach, even while sleeping.
The girl was highly alert and maintained a basic level of composure.
The girl immediately held the pool cue across her chest, not shouting or panicking. Instead, she looked at AE with a sharp, watchful gaze.
Through the mask, AE's voice, distorted by the voice modulator, sounded eerie.
"Do you think that pool cue will be enough to resist me?"
The girl remained silent, swinging the cue with panic in her eyes, though she fought to maintain her composure.
AE, like someone toying with a pet, slowly began removing his clothes, a sinister smile crossing his face. "It's fine, go ahead, hit me if you dare."
The absurd request caused the girl to lose control and swing the cue at AE with all her might.
The sound of the cue slicing through the air was sharp and fast, but when it struck AE's body, it was as if it had hit solid steel.
AE remained motionless, instead emitting a chilling laugh through the voice changer. He shifted his joints, and with a subtle flick of his eyelids, his gaze, when raised, carried a hint of malevolence that sent an unexplainable shiver through those who met it.
The girl backed against the wall, swinging the cue at AE. At the moment of impact, she quickly darted toward an opening, trying to escape.
Such a trick was nothing to AE. He swatted the flying cue away with one hand, then grabbed the girl's shoulder with the other, spinning her around and throwing her back onto the bed.
The girl screamed as AE eagerly pressed on top of her. But after a short time, his expression darkened, and he sat up, looking down at his cock lack of response with frustration.
He had long been obsessed with the idea of conquering Arabella. Every thought of her stirred his excitement, provoking intense reactions. For years, he had schemed and planned, all with the singular goal of capturing her.
After having been with Arabella, he thought his desire would fade, and the obsession would finally be quenched.
To his surprise, Arabella completely exceeded his expectations. She never spoke harshly, nor did she seek attention, always keeping her actions low-key, never boasting about her accomplishments.
The more she behaved this way, the more real her every action seemed, a display of absolute power.
He vividly remembered the gunfight, where Arabella wore nothing but his jacket. Her slender, fair legs stood out in the sunlight, strikingly beautiful. Even as flying stones and dust clung to her, she still moved with an effortless grace, swaying through the smoke and chaos.
Arabella's appearance was ordinary, but when she glanced back and gave him a smile, making a gesture to fight again another day, she was dazzlingly beautiful, captivating him completely.
The thought of that moment made his blood surge, his passion unbearable. Yet, when faced with other women, that intense desire would instantly fade, vanishing without a trace.
He could not get erect in front of other women.
Even if the previous moment imagined Arabella with a hard and swollen penis that was uncomfortable, the next moment when faced with a woman's naked body, he could instantly become impotent.
Now, he had once again confirmed something: he was bewitched, poisoned by Arabella. From then on, no woman had any flavor except Arabella.
Enraged and embarrassed, AE snapped the girl's neck with one hand, his face behind the mask expressionless and cold as ice.
Before leaving, he instructed Scorpion, "Find some capable women, female assassins or warriors. They should be challenging."
Scorpion responded affirmatively, but in his heart, he knew like the back of his hand that no matter how many women he found for his boss, it would be useless.
There were countless women in the world, many of them ruthless and cunning, with no shortage of deceitful tricks.
But there was only one Arabella. She stood at the top, towering above everyone else, irreplaceable by anyone.
