Slave
Three days later.
Providence Zone, Yu Royal Family's throne room.
"As you can see, Your Highness, the boy is completely incapacitated. Even if he wanted to cause you trouble, he wouldn't be capable of doing so." Gu Dianlong was kneeling in front of a blonde young man seated on a large throne.
William was next to Gu Dianlong, unrestricted in the slightest but devoid of emotion, like an empty puppet without a soul.
"And how am I supposed to believe that, when you're in control of him?" the young man calmly raised a finger to his face with no real purpose other than a mere habit. He was suspicious of this Guild Master, who claimed his full support for the Royal Family. Perhaps this was a trap, a ruse to trick him into letting the boy live.
Gu Dianlong knew exactly what Supreme Left was thinking, but he was prepared for this.