What?!

Lucien's fury exploded.

In his rage, he forgot all about Jamie. With a sharp smack, Jamie was thrown hard to the ground, dazed and momentarily knocked out. Thankfully, the first floor was only four to five meters high—at worst, he'd break a few bones.

But Lucien didn't even glance at his little lackey. What use were these pampered rich kids—pretty faces who only knew how to flatter? Dead or alive, who cared? In this age, superhumans were rare, but obedient sycophants? Easy to replace.