Becker kicked Winston to the ground, stepping on his chest, and said coldly, "You don't deserve to know my Lord's identity!"
"My... Lord?" Winston stuttered, more to himself than anyone else, as if he were trying to comprehend what he was hearing.
After a moment, something seemed to dawn on Winston, and he suddenly shivered, his whole body trembling as if struck by lightning. "Could it be..."
Boom, boom.
Just as Becker was about to chop off Winston's head, the sound of synchronized footsteps echoed from outside the banquet hall. A few seconds later, dozens of heavily armed soldiers rushed in, their guns pointed directly at everyone present.
A dissatisfied voice came from behind the soldiers, "Causing such a commotion, Greene family, are you trying to start a rebellion?"
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