The Prince would be hung on the royal family’s hall of shame!
The Prince’s face was as red as a pig’s liver as he stared straight at Caleb.
If looks could kill, Caleb would have been sliced to pieces by now.
“You will regret this!” he gnashed his teeth.
“I don’t know if I’d regret it or not,” said Caleb. “But I’m very happy now. It feels great.”
“Your Highness, if you still want to be that authoritative Prince within the royal family, then you’d better cooperate with me. I know you don’t care if you die or not, but I’m sure you care about your image and reputation, right?”
This was the Prince’s greatest weakness.
Caleb’s gleeful face made the Prince even more livid, and he wished he could strangle Caleb right now.
But Brother Geoff held him down and he couldn’t move at all.
“You…all of you! You’ll regret it! All of you will regret this!” He couldn’t break free, so he could only start screaming threats.
But Caleb wasn’t bothered and kept his phone away.
“Brother Geoff, let’s go. I don’t think the Prince intends to keep us here for dinner.”
After that, he sashayed out of the Prince’s residence. His wooden clogs sounded louder now than when he first walked in.
The Prince watched Caleb disappear into the distance, then looked at the howling Warriors on the floor. He slowly got up and massaged his nearly broken kneecaps as fury and humiliation overwhelmed his heart.
“Caleb!!” he roared. “I will make sure you regret how you treated me today!”
Caleb had photos of him kneeling, so if he publicized them via the shrine, his reputation would be ruined.
He wouldn’t be able to remain in the Masamune Syndicate, and he would have disgraced the royal family.
He couldn’t bear the consequences of this at all!
Where was Caleb going with those photos?
The Prince was sure it was going to Jaken!
These two bastards were way too vicious!
A sinister and murderous look flashed in the Prince’s eyes. He couldn’t stand it anymore.
Caleb had to die!
Jaken had to die as well, otherwise, he was going to be the one who would end up dead instead.
“Your Highness…” The Prince’s bodyguards knelt before the Prince in embarrassment and didn’t even dare to look up at the Prince.
The Prince had been humiliated and they were unable to answer for it.
The Prince didn’t bother saying anything to them. He pulled out a katana and lopped one of their heads right off.
Blood spurted everywhere.
“All of you deserve to die!” He angrily chopped off the heads of his bodyguards and didn’t show any mercy at all.
These people deserved to die for failing to protect his dignity and reputation, and their lives were worthless to him now.
The Prince flung the katana away and looked around. His eyes were as cold as the moon in winter and sent chills down everyone’s spine.
“Inform the royal guards that I want to use them,” the Prince spoke calmly. But there was an intense fury and murder hiding within this calm voice. “The Masamune Syndicate should be taken back by the royal family!”
That was his final goal.
He wanted to use a peaceful method to take it back from Jaken, but it looks like that wasn’t necessary anymore.
“Anyone who tries to stop this shall be killed!”
He wanted to see those people he wanted dead to die before him and bleed to death!
The Prince clenched his fists tightly and his reddened eyes looked towards the headquarters of the Masamune Syndicate. Even the air seemed to be affected and grew more oppressive.
At the same time.
News travelled quickly, and Jaken was keeping a close watch on the Prince’s residence in the first place.
When he heard that Caleb had gone to turn the place upside down and forced the Prince to kneel and even took photos of that, he couldn’t help but clap and cheer.
“This bloody Prince! If these kneeling photos are circulated, then the royal family will lose all prestige! They want to take on the Masamune Syndicate?”
“They can dream on!”