The door on the balcony opened, and a tall figure slowly walked in from the balcony.

Magnus's pupils contracted instantly, the scar on his forehead becoming

ferocious: "How did you get in here?"

Before he could finish his words, he suddenly felt a numbness at the back of his neck and immediately lost consciousness.

When he woke up again, it was from the cold.

He was wearing just a pair of boxer shorts, his hands and feet were bound, and the sea breeze was chilling him.

Only then did he notice that he was on the deck.

Magnus's face turned ugly. He twisted his face, which was pressed against the deck, and saw Lukas standing on the deck.

Magnus's expression became distressed, and he asked, "Lukas Strakovski, what do you want to do?"

in a nonchalant manner, turned around. In his hand was a glass of red wine. He looked at Mr. Xavier with a cold expression. "What

I'm telling you. This is

walking over to the sofa on the side of the deck and sitting down, taking a sip of wine. He lazily raised his eyelids and glanced at Magnus. "Is

sea breeze whistled as Magnus looked at Lukas, confused and uncertain.

Just a

changed dramatically. "Strakovski, you're

person either, otherwise he wouldn't have

that once you were thrown inside, there were things you wouldn't have control

inmates, they might not spare you,

into fights, provoked trouble, or even committed murder, you might never get a chance to step out of that

had that capability, so

face was cold and filled with a sense of low pressure, as if the

at Magnus, his voice icy and suffocating. "When you were bullying Reese, why didn't

His face changed dramatically:

with him. He waved his hand, and two black-clad bodyguards

an almost blood-chilling tone, ordered, "Drain his blood and

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