Wayne looked at Arkley, who was standing behind Fang Heng, appearing utterly submissive and obedient. For a moment, he stood there, dumbfounded, unable to speak.
What did this mean?
What was Arkley up to?
Even if he couldn't win, there was no need to act like this!
Were they putting on a show together to fool him?
Fang Heng said coldly, "Since you've accepted your loss, Arkley, I'll leave them to you."
"Yes, Mr. Fang!"
Arkley took a deep breath.
He had just hovered on the edge of death.
It was all thanks to the Ancestor's generosity that he had not perished.
After processing everything, Arkley was overwhelmed with joy.
That was Fang Heng!
The Vampire Ancestor!
His misfortune had turned into fortune!
Very few people in the outside world knew the internal workings of the vampires.
Only those who reached the Marquis level would truly understand who their real Vampire King was.
