The Almighty Dragon General

Chapter 50 James’s roar was like cracking thunder, making Rowena’s ears ring and leaving her in a daze.

All she could do was sob, not knowing how else to respond. After a while, she finally calmed down enough to say something, her face a look of despair. “I don’t know… I really don’t… 1- I think Trent took the painting to the Capital as a gift for someone.”

Slice!

James picked up the switchblade from the bed and swung it at Rowena’s hand, splattering blood everywhere,

Rowena opened her mouth in agony, but no sound came out. Her expression twisted hideously in pain and she trembled.

James casually pulled out some silver needles and inserted them into Rowena’s body.

Rowena could not die yet. Not without the painting back in his hands.

Her palm stopped bleeding after the needles were inserted, but the pain was still there.

It was an unbearable kind of pain.

all she wanted was to

was worse than death, yet she was unable to

stared at Rowena, looking like a bereaved dog. “This pain you’ve suffered is nowhere near enough to atone for your sins,” he said coldly. “I’ll ask

James frowned.

out of a primal need for self-preservation. If Rowena

treasured heirloom. It had been passed down through his lineage for countless generations. His grandfather

was still trembling, her

stuck in

on her face and

him ran deep into her core. She kept pleading for

by the time I come back for you, you can’t tell me where

and walked over to Charles, dragging the cowering man up. Charles trembled, and a pool of liquid grew under him. He had soiled his pants in fright “I- I have nothing to do with this! I d-don’t know anything!” Charles stuttered

the consequences,” James said coldly, but he knew who deserved his wrath. Charles had done nothing

Southern Plains, commander of the Black Dragon Army. Forget Trent Xavier, I can even kill the Blithe king if