He was dressed in a neat, tailored suit, his beard cleanly shaven and his hair tidy. His pale, handsome face looked clean and indifferent, his previously vacant and lost gaze had now regained stability and calm, as if a noble king had walked out of a prison.

His entire being exuded a pale, frail, sickly, and demonically charming aura that could not be described, giving off a stunning and soul-shaking beauty!

Lie Feng, who was waiting at the door, saw him, shuddered, his pupils constricted, filled with shock.

He always felt that Third Young Master had changed a lot, turned into something very different, as if shrouded in a thick fog, like the moon in the clouds and the reflection in the water, more unfathomable and impenetrable.

"Third Young Master, the godfather said that after you come out, he wants you to see him."

ThirdYoung Master Jun’s indifferent, sharp eyes casually swept over him,

"Understood."

Then he left with proud strides.

"Third Young Master..." Lie Feng couldn’t help but call out to him, his usually resolute and calm face showing a rare trace of worry.

"What is it?"

"Your body... are you okay?" Third Young Master had been suffering from serious illness, additionally tormented by drugs and addiction, surely he was hanging by a thread, like falling into purgatory.

After such torment, even though not dead, he must be very weak, though Third Young Master appeared weak, he was not bedridden and helpless as one might have imagined.

Lie Feng didn’t know what kind of treatment Dr. Mason had been administering these days inside, but he felt that Third Young Master now seemed too bizarre.

ThirdYoung Master Jun turned his head back and looked at him coldly, his gaze complicated and strange, his thin lips lifting in a mocking curve.

"Do you even qualify to care? Lie Feng, I do not despise betrayers, you made your choice, to each their own banner. But I despise the indecisive betrayers, old master or new, you can only be loyal to one in the end!"

Having said that, ThirdYoung Master Jun left with a straight, upright back, disappearing down the corridor.

Lie Feng stood in the night wind, Third Young Master was right, one that can’t even stay true to himself, he despised himself too!

...

ThirdYoung Master Jun arrived at the godfather’s study.

"You left that place quicker than I anticipated." The godfather sat in a leather chair, there was a stack of thick files at his desk, tightly bound, apparently very confidential and important.

"How was the top-quality drug I refined for you?"

"Extremely potent, it’s like hellfire burning the body and thousands of ants gnawing the bones when the addiction hits!" Jun’s cold voice was calm and unflappable, as if he wasn’t talking about his own experience, as if he had never gone through that extreme heart-wrenching pain.

The godfather watched his every expression, slightly frowning: "But Dr. Mason said that even when in pain to the point of madness and self-harm, even losing your reason, you still didn’t beg him for the drug, I told you, if you couldn’t stand it, just beg for the drug and he would give it to you!"

ThirdYoung Master Jun’s handsome face wore a weird, carefree yet piercing smile:

"How generous of you, godfather. If I had begged, or even shown the slightest bit of not being able to resist the addiction, would I still be here now? I fear you would have mercilessly killed me and thrown me into the crematorium, disposed of as worthless trash! Any flaw and you would have destroyed it without hesitation."

"That’s right, you guessed much of it, I had Dr. Mason watch you, and if there was anything about you that dissatisfied me, you wouldn’t have walked out alive. Very good, king, you’ve passed the test!"

Su Feiman laughed heartily, his laughter shaking the entire building, his cruel and arrogant eyes finally showing satisfaction.