Chapter 55: Crisis Descends

In the City Lord's Mansion, Ye Batian was resting in his room.

He was somewhat exhausted. A thin layer of sweat seeped from his forehead, the droplets rolling down his jaw, but Ye Batian paid it no mind. He only felt a wave of drowsiness wash over him, his consciousness gradually growing hazy.

Just as he was about to fall asleep, he suddenly felt a cold sensation against his chest.

"A weapon?!" he thought.

Ye Batian's eyes snapped open. He saw that, at some unknown point, a dagger had appeared in the woman's hand. The tip of the blade was pressed directly over his wildly beating heart.

Ye Batian valued his life dearly, so he did not make any rash moves.

"Slut! What are you doing?!"

The cursed woman merely smiled.

"The City Lord is so imposing..." she said, deliberately swaying her hips.