Chapter 60,

Mr. Cyclone regained consciousness and found himself in a different place.

It was pitch black, and he couldn't see anything.

"No! It's not the darkness! Where am I!?"

He tried to move, to get up, but he instantly realized that his hands and feet were tied.

Although he couldn't see anything, Mr. Cyclone finally understood his situation - he was bound to a chair.

The back of the chair provided support, and the surface he was sitting on felt like soft animal hide. Based on these two things, Mr. Cyclone temporarily assumed that he was in a wealthy person's place.

Then, a familiar sensation came over him.

It was a sensation that Mr. Cyclone felt every day, a feeling he only experienced when wielding his sword in battle.

Yes, it was the same electrifying impact he felt when dueling with Little Dragon using their Dragon Hands.

Even though his eyes were blindfolded now, Mr. Cyclone instantly recognized the sensation he had experienced hundreds of times before.

"Who the hell is it?!!"

No one responded, but the attacks grew stronger and faster, surpassing even the speed of Little Dragon.

If it were the Mr. Cyclone of the past, this kind of attack would have depleted his energy in an instant.

But Mr. Cyclone's daily sword training was not just talk, it was real combat with real blades. It had transformed him from the weakling Little Dragon used to mock as the "Romantic 520" into a warrior capable of fighting for an hour.

In fact, the most recent duel ended with Little Dragon being satisfied first.

Despite enduring the continuous attacks on his body, Mr. Cyclone tried to recall his memories.

He remembered being with Minister Stani on the carriage, preparing to leave the trade exchange. And on the carriage...

"Dammit! Daniel was in the carriage too!"

He had fallen for the trap. Daniel wore his glasses and smiled helplessly.

Although he couldn't recall the exact details, he remembered that Daniel had asked to speak with him privately, without Little Dragon.

Based on his understanding thus far and the current situation, Mr. Cyclone realized that things were not looking good.

Unlike Little Dragon, whose technique satisfied Mr. Cyclone, these increasingly powerful grips felt as if the attacker only wanted to satisfy their own desires in combat.

"I don't even need to think, I know it's you, you perverted bitch!! Princess Elyse!!"

In an instant, the sensation disappeared. The attacker in the darkness finally ceased their assault.

In the pitch-black world, a voice came, as Mr. Cyclone had anticipated.

However, this familiar voice was different from last time - it came from right by his left ear.

In such close proximity, she spoke.

"Impressive ♡ How did you know it was me ♡ Did it not occur to you that it could be Daniel ♡"

The voice carried a gentle breeze, as if the person speaking wanted Mr. Cyclone to feel the warmth.

"Heh ♡ Did you already fantasize about what it feels like when I use my hand, during our last handshake ♡"

A teasing sensation lingered by his left ear. Her voice alone already had an exciting effect, but now, this close-distance deadly strike felt as if his ear was impregnated.

"Among the people I know, only you have ever shown such a lustful gaze!"

Clenching his teeth, in the darkness, another attack came from below.

"You're impressive ♡ It's already been ten minutes ♡"

"Hahaha! You think you can challenge me with your pitiful skills! You whore! Let me go already!!"

As he spoke, the other side suddenly didn't respond anymore.

"Hey! You bitch! You!?"

Then, the space changed.

In the dark passage, the entire space suddenly became humid, and Mr. Cyclone felt something soft and slippery moving in the darkness.

"Damn it..."

He couldn't see anything, and the true terror was slowly approaching.

Each time Little Dragon used this move during their training, Mr. Cyclone would always block it.But this woman is even more powerful, like a venomous snake, biting tightly onto her prey in the corridor.

Stay calm! We can't let this crazy woman do as she pleases!

This is related to the fate of two countries, and the other party's identity is particularly special. If it were someone else, Mr. Cyclone would have let himself enjoy it, but if it really is that crazy woman, the consequences will surpass the calculations of Mr. Cyclone, a mere peasant.

Therefore, Mr. Cyclone must reverse this situation.