I Am Unstoppable

One could feel the warmth and coldness of human emotions through Larry.

Ocantine still remembered the time when Anakin had yet to become the emperor. Back then, Larry was incredibly respectful around him. Nowadays, although Larry still politely addressed Ocantine as “Your Highness,” anyone could tell that Larry didn't take him seriously at all.

Ocantine couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart. He began to wonder if siding with Jonathan would be a wise move. However, he wasn't sure if Jonathan could really defeat Anakin.

Ocantine truly had no confidence in Jonathan at all.

He knew all too well how powerful Anakin was. Not only was Anakin extremely suspicious, but he was also exceptionally sharp and intelligent.

Anakin was truly as cunning as a fox, and an incredibly powerful one, at that.

Given Jonathan's current strength and experience, Ocantine believed there was no way he could defeat Anakin.

Even so, Ocantine had no choice. Now that he was on Jonathan's side, he had to do his best to assist Jonathan.

Naturally, Ocantine was just as sly and cunning. A man like him would never take sides casually. He always tried to remain neutral, which was how he managed to live freely as a prince in Leyrudon, completely unconcerned with who wins or loses. That was the ultimate way of living for Ocantine.

Due to Jonathan's sudden arrival, however, he was forced to make a choice.

Ocantine arranged for Larry and his companions to rest in the guest rooms.

Larry had a room to himself, while the Four Marquises shared another. Both rooms were right next to each other.

Not wanting to be the one to assign rooms for Larry, Ocantine had asked Larry in advance how many rooms he would need. While Larry had failed to learn the wisdom and courage of Anakin, he did manage to pick up on Anakin's suspiciousness and aloofness. Therefore, Larry would surely grow suspicious if Ocantine were to decide on their lodging arrangements.

There were plenty of rooms at the castle. Being four adult men, the Four Marquises would need at least two rooms. However, due to the lack of three adjacent rooms, Larry selfishly had the Four Marquises squeeze into a single room instead.

Later that night, Larry and the Four Marquises have already fallen asleep.

Ocantine met up with Jonathan and others in the secret underground room.

Naturally, Jonathan and the others did not sleep a wink.

Everyone watched as Ocantine approached. “How did it go?” Walrion was the first to ask.

Ocantine said, “Larry is very suspicious. He's currently staying in a room all by himself while the Four Marquises are staying together in the next room. Causing a commotion will surely alert the Four Marquises.”

After a moment of contemplation, Jonathan said, “Leave the Four Marquises to me. There's no need for you guys to hold back, so just focus all your efforts on capturing Larry.”

Mabel was taken aback and said, “How can you take on the Four Marquises alone? Moreover, we have to subdue Larry without anyone noticing. If the Four Marquises find out that we have made our move against Larry, then Anakin will start to suspect Larry even if he makes it back!”

With a faint smile, Jonathan replied, “I know what I'm doing. You guys just focus on your tasks!”

Seeing Jonathan's confidence, everyone else didn't feel it was their place to say much more.

The group quickly left the secret underground room and stealthily headed toward the guest rooms, where Larry and the Four Marquises were sleeping in.

Everyone began to practice fetal breathing to show no signs of hostility. That way, it would be difficult even for people like Larry to sense any danger.

Only when everyone was about to enter the room, could Larry and the others truly sense the danger.

Jonathan, all by himself, gently pushed open the door to the guest room.

As soon as he entered, the Four Marquises immediately sprang up.

“Who's there?” Pike of the marquises asked sternly.

The four of them brandished their blades, which shone menacingly as an aura of murderous intent filled the room.

However, they were stunned when they caught sight of Jonathan.

Pike was an old acquaintance, who had once sworn allegiance to Jonathan in front of Solorel. As such, he felt somewhat embarrassed and awkward when he realized they were all old acquaintances.

Among them was the marquis Reichlin, whose spatial ring was snatched by Jonathan.

The Dragon Binding Gloves, too, belonged to Reichlin.

Before they could even react, however, the sounds of a fierce battle came from next door.

Jonathan flashed them a faint smile in response.

“You shouldn't have come, Your Majesty,” Pike said in a deep voice. Although they recognized Jonathan, they did not lower the knives in their hands.

Jonathan said, “There's no need for you guys to feel conflicted. I understand that it's unlikely for you to follow me right now, and I don't intend to have you guys do so for the time being either. I won't hold you guys accountable even after I kill Anakin and reclaim my throne. You guys are the tinders of the vampire race, so you guys cannot die!”

The four of them were suddenly taken aback, finding themselves at a loss for words for a moment.

One could easily imagine how the four were plagued with conflicting emotions.

“I have a talisman from Chanaea in my hand. Once applied, it will isolate all noise in the room. What you guys need to do now is to act as though you know nothing about this. This talisman will end up in Larry's possession, and he will then pass it over to Anakin. By then, Larry will be under my control, but Anakin will start to suspect you guys. What I intend to do is to have Larry kill Anakin. Do you guys understand?” Jonathan continued.

“If you guys truly respect Prince Solorel, then it would be best for you guys to follow his wishes. After all, you guys were entrusted to me by Prince Solorel, and I don't want to take this to the bitter end with you guys!” he added after a brief pause.

At this point, the Four Marquises understood Jonathan's strategy. After exchanging glances, they finally nodded in agreement.

Jonathan let out a sigh of relief before turning around and leaving the room.

Larry's room had gone quiet the moment Jonathan stepped out the door.

Although Larry was highly skilled, Ocantine had always been superior to him. Moreover, he had the assistance of Beatrix and Mabel, so this outcome was expected.

Larry was knocked out cold, and found himself in an secret underground room by the time he woke up.

The light was blindingly bright inside the secret underground room.

Larry, who was usually arrogant, was in a state of disarray with his hair messy and his clothes all disheveled.

He was forced to kneel on the ground, and the person sitting in front of him was none other than Jonathan himself.

Beside Jonathan were Beatrix, Mabel, and Yeverie.

Walrion and Ocantine were holding Larry down.

That was what Larry saw as soon as he opened your eyes.

When Larry saw Jonathan, a sharp glint flashed in his eyes, followed by a sinister smile. “So, it's you, my Adorable King! I can't believe you're still alive! What a surprise!”

“I don't know if I'm adorable, but I do know is that you're definitely not going to enjoy what comes next!” Jonathan replied with a faint smile.

He paused for a moment before continuing, “I know you're a formidable opponent, Larry, so there's really nothing much for us to discuss here. Right now, all I want is to toy with you for my own amusement!”

Jonathan then picked up the gasoline that had been prepared in advance, covered Larry's face with a wet rag, and pinched Larry's cheeks as he poured the gasoline into his mouth.

Continuously pouring gasoline into someone's mouth was a brutal method of interrogating prisoners. To breathe, one would have to open their mouth. The moment they did that, the gasoline would enter their stomach. Even if Larry could hold his breath, Jonathan would pinch his cheeks to let the gasoline flow into his mouth.

Larry immediately began to struggle intensely.

This feeling is absolutely unbearable! It's worse than any form of physical torture with knives and guns!

After a while, Jonathan stopped his actions, removed the wet rag, and asked with a smile, “How do you feel, Larry?”

“I'll f*ck your mother!” Larry exclaimed.

Jonathan then continued to pour the gasoline into Larry's mouth.

Larry was struggling with all his might, but he simply couldn't break free.

Jonathan then removed the wet rag once again, his eyes crinkling with amusement as he asked, “How's that, Larry? Do you see how nice I am treating you? I'm not disfiguring your face, nor am I leaving any scars on your body. I have another one hundred and eight methods to make you suffer so much you'd wish for death, and yet, you will not be able to die. We'll try them all tonight. After all, you have a strong body, so you won't die so easily anyway.”