Henry Fletcher glanced at Grayson Quinn, his eyes inscrutable, "Why would you not know why I locked her up? Look at those people who were just carried out, would a psychologically normal person do such a thing? Saving people is one thing, but the danger she poses is another matter entirely.
Do you know how dangerous it is to let someone who might have an antisocial personality disorder roam free?"
Henry Fletcher's gaze landed on Aurelia Shaw, then swept over the knife gripped tightly in her hand. The blade was sharp, gleaming coldly, tainted red with blood. Her fingers twitched, she locked eyes with Henry Fletcher, then threw the knife to the ground and walked out first.
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Grayson Quinn rushed to the Presidential Pavilion. Fortunately, despite the attack, Mason Nightshade and the others were unharmed. They had anticipated Left Chancellor Feng's people, who gained nothing and ended up capturing several men of their own.
