Both combatants turned toward the unexpected intrusion, momentarily united in their surprise. Before either could react, the masked figure vanished from the breach—only to materialize directly between them. His movements defied normal perception, beyond even their enhanced reflexes.
With economical precision, he delivered a single punch to each of them. The impacts were deceptively gentle, almost dismissive, yet both Minghua and the princess immediately collapsed to the floor, consciousness fleeing like shadows before dawn.
The rat-masked figure stood motionless for a moment, seemingly contemplating his handiwork before beginning a casual exploration of the chamber. His attention quickly settled on Ambrose's unconscious form near the bed.
"It's really just as Sir Dragon had predicted," he remarked to the empty room, approaching the fallen Rothschild heir with measured steps.
