CHAPTER 381: 293, TOO FAR FROM HEAVEN, TOO CLOSE TO GREAT XIA_3

At this moment.

Aorot suddenly felt a cold wind come out of nowhere, making him shiver involuntarily.

He was taken aback immediately.

The bathroom door was closed, so how could there be wind?

Aorot then saw a cigarette, held between his fingers and burned halfway down, mysteriously extinguished.

Not only that, but a thin layer of frost formed on the surface of the cigarette butt.

He flung the cigarette butt away as if electrocuted, his face suddenly pale with fright.

"Cough!"

Maras coughed softly: "Aorot, I felt the Ice Beauty’s power."

It was only then that Aorot realized.

What the hell!

Can’t I even smoke a cigarette?

Maras’s tone was subtle: "You should understand now how strong the Great Xia people are, right?"

Aorot looked down at the cigarette butt, full of admiration: "So powerful!"

His heart was pounding, and he suddenly remembered his companion’s earlier words—you can never understand the crushing sense of imminent death.

Even an obscure Qin Deguang could silently extinguish my cigarette. How many other powerhouses are there in the Great Xia Kingdom?

Aorot whispered: "Maras, you understand supernatural power better; perhaps you are right!"

Maras stood by the urinal, silent laughter on his face: "Time to go."

Aorot nodded repeatedly: "Indeed, time to go."

The strange extinguishing of the cigarette butt just now made him feel completely uneasy staying here.

*

A quarter of an hour later.

The dinner party was nearing its end.

Most people had already put down their chopsticks.

A projection beam suddenly lit up, and a bright scene appeared on the screen once again.

This time, it showed a luxuriously decorated room.

Inside, several blurry figures intermittently flickered across their bodies stood in the room.

On the floor of the room lay several figures, their chests no longer heaving, obviously dead.

Only one young man, wearing just shorts, had two daggers piercing through his shoulders, pinning him to the wall like this.

This scene looked quite brutal.

The banquet hall instantly became chaotic.

Although the projection was silent, from the man’s completely distorted face, he was clearly howling in pain.

Aorot and Maras exchanged a glance, both seeing the shock in each other’s eyes.

They both recognized the young man as Little Rastislav.

This guy’s father, Old Rastislav, was the head of the Gujarat Parliament, essentially the second most powerful person in the country.

With such a prominent father, Little Rastislav always walked unimpeded in the country.

The Great Xia people couldn’t not know Little Rastislav’s identity, yet they acted with ruthless decisiveness.

Old Rastislav’s life was most likely on a countdown.

At this moment.

The two of them developed an abnormally deep understanding of the word "authority."

What does it matter to be the head of Parliament? In front of the Great Xia people, it meant nothing!

Zhu Bai Xuan’s voice filled the entire hall: "Everyone, the mastermind behind the Mudate coal mine plot has been captured by the Tusk Squad. This gentleman will be escorted back to Great Xia for trial."

Listening to this, Aorot felt surprisingly calm.

An hour ago, he would have protested in extreme anger, believing Little Rastislav, as a Gujarat citizen, should only be tried under Gujarat law within Gujarat.

Taking Little Rastislav back to Great Xia without our nation’s permission is a serious affront to our dignity.

Now he only sighed softly.

Facing the mighty Eastern Great Xia, resistance was futile; the Gujarat people could only choose acceptance.