"Are you the Qin Heng Miss Song just mentioned?"
Jonson Charles sized up Qin Heng and smiled. "It seems your strength is not weak. You might be at S-level; in your China, you would be called an Innate Grandmaster, right?"
He didn't take Qin Heng seriously at all. For someone his age to reach S-level is already quite rare, Jonson Charles mused. After all, not everyone could be like me, a nobleman who received a transcendent education from a young age, even being personally taught by the previous Lancelot. Looking around the world, there probably aren't many who have had such favorable conditions.
"You just insulted England and me as well, which is a grave offense," Jonson Charles said matter-of-factly. "As your punishment, I will take your beloved woman for myself right in front of you."
After saying this, he looked at Song Ningran with a smile, intending to strip off her clothes right there to make Qin Heng's heart ache and undermine his morale before easily killing him.
