All the sound that remained was the cheers and applause from the talk show on the television, the dripping of blood, and the chattering sound made by Senator Kane's teeth. Sheyan, bathed in blood, strode toward Senator Kane. He lifted the senator from the ground and said earnestly, "My dear senator, I hope you can listen very carefully to every word I say from now on, because I'm in a bit of a hurry, and I won't repeat myself. This will determine whether you will live or die." But Senator Kane merely closed his eyes and resigned himself to death. The thing he was guarding must be really important to make him choose death despite his fear. Sheyan narrowed his eyes, revealed a trace of murderous gleam. He was not a brutal man who enjoyed killing; he was more inclined to solve problems through gentler means if he could. But when he met with uncooperative people, he would not mind using more forceful means. At that moment, however, a wolfhound drenched in blood slowly walked into the house while herding a blonde lady in front of him. It appears that she had been showering as she was currently wrapped in a towel and her hair was dripping wet. Her body was seductively curvy, and her face was terribly pale. The sight of her appeared to have provoked Senator Kane. He jumped up and screamed, "What do you think you're doing?" Sheyan took in the sight of Senator Kane's white hair and wrinkles, as well as the fury and worry in his eyes. Then, he shifted his sight to the young woman's youthful body. A sudden enlightenment and a hint of disdain entered his eyes. He went forward, grabbed the blonde's hair, looked at Senator Kane, and said in a fierce tone of voice, "If I don't get what I want, the two of you will die together!"