Trash

Not to mention that the mouse had too high an ambition to obediently stay as the cat's subordinate.

When the cat gets tired of the game or when the mouse has simply gone too far, it is time for the cat to harvest the mouse's life.

Caius looked like a statue as his eyes icily stared at the old man.

"Is that so?" he said flatly.

Caius' gaze was heavy, cold, and calculated. Duke Windsor could feel his eyes practically penetrating his body. It was as if he were looking at his soul and all of his worth.

The vampire king stood there for a few more seconds. Then, as if he had seen all that he needed to see, he waved his hand away in boredom, his upper lip curled in disdain.

For a moment, Duke Windsor could imagine his king spatting out a word while looking down at him with his condescending gaze: "Trash."

And everything went back to nothing.

All the old man's senses had once again been taken away.