chapter 25 stupid mortal

In the luxurious private room.
Alan took a sip of foreign liquor and smiled at Layla.
"Help! Somebody help!"
Layla huddled in a corner, crying out like a helpless kitten.
Tears, like broken pearls, continuously streamed down her delicate face.
"Keep yelling, even if you scream your throat raw, no one will come to save you. This is my territory!"
Alan spoke arrogantly.
He reached out his hand towards Layla, but the girl quickly dodged and desperately ran towards the room's door.
Unfortunately,...