I am on the evil side? I am turning the tables!

Drew yawned and pushed open the door with a dejected look on his face.

As soon as he entered the door, a colorful glass bottle attacked him. He turned his head to avoid the bottle, and skillfully grabbed the bottle that was about to hit the wall with his left hand. He sighed and put it back on the shelf.

There were broken gold and silver ornaments scattered on the ground, which made Drew feel distressed.

"I say, you can't always take these things out on yourself when you're angry, right? After all, these were given to you by your brother. Can't you be more merciful?"

A man's irritable voice came from the dim room, hoarse with a hangover.

"Ha! Since it was given to me, I have the final say on how to deal with it! It's not your turn to comment!"

Drew silently picked up the lamp on the table next to him, lifted the veil on it, revealing the light of the night pearl.

Walking inside with the lamp in hand, the scene in the inner room was even more chaotic, with down feathers flying everywhere, and the sofas and chairs were either missing a corner or had a broken piece.

On the big black bed, a man with long silver hair was curled up with half of his face exposed. Deep black could be seen in his eye sockets, and there were golden fragments on his feet.

"Turn off the lights!"

He shouted, but Drew didn't move.

His delicate eyebrows were tightly furrowed, and he opened his eyes with difficulty. His eyeballs were bloodshot and his purple pupils were filled with fatigue.

He spoke each word with a slight tremor of anger: "I told you to turn off the light! Are you deaf?"

Drew was not scared by him. Not only did he not put away the lamp, but he moved closer and handed the light to him, which stimulated the man so much that he quickly covered his eyes with his hands.

"What if I turn off the lights? Do you think you can fall asleep if I turn off the lights?" Drew pulled away his hand that was covering his eyes, and said in a calm and gentle tone, "Look at me, don't think about those things, and calm down."

As he spoke, a circle of brown appeared in his originally black pupils. After a moment, the man threw it away more impatiently, and the lamp fell to the ground and rolled several times.

Drew did not pick up the lamp that had fallen to the ground. Instead, he stared at the man who was curled up in a ball. The man's body showed an extremely insecure look. The purple veins on his exposed wrists could be clearly seen, and the whole man was too thin and frail.

His lips trembled: "No! I can't do it!"

Tears slid down his smooth pale cheeks and he whimpered like a wounded little animal.

"Mother... I can't do it... I really can't do it... Help me... I really can't do it..."

Drew took a deep breath, put his hands on his shoulders, and forced him to look at him.

"Chris! Calm down and stop thinking about that! Look at me, look me in the eyes!"

This time, the crimson in Drew's pupils was brighter. After dozens of breaths, a thin layer of sweat seeped out of his forehead and the fatigue on his face deepened. Chris opened his eyes, looking at him empty-headedly.

Now, Drew could finally breathe a sigh of relief. He let go of his hands and said softly, "Go to sleep, forget all this, and sleep quietly."

After he finished speaking, Chris slowly closed his eyes and collapsed on the bed. Drew wiped the sweat from his forehead, pulled the quilt over the bed and covered him.

After doing all this, he walked out with light steps and made no sound when closing the door, for fear that the slightest noise would wake up the sleeping man inside.

"Is he okay?"

Drew turned his head to the side. Daniel was leaning leisurely against the wall, holding a fruit plate in his hands with neatly cut fruits of various colors on it. He picked up a piece and put it in his mouth, then spoke to Drew in a hurry.

Looking back, Drew shook his head and said, "My ability is becoming less and less effective on him. He is a beast king, and I am only at level eight, so the effect I can have is weakened. If this continues, it won't be long before my ability will no longer have any effect on him."

The Owl Clan is a weak clan, and Dru is already the one with the highest star level in their clan. Their talents are average, and if they want to be promoted to nine stars, it will take much more time than those so-called geniuses.

By the time he was promoted to nine stars and his abilities were enhanced, Chris would have died of insomnia and rage, right?

Daniel raised his eyebrows. "His illness wasn't that serious before. He suddenly became like this after he came back from the temple last time. If his body wasn't resistant to drugs, increasing the dosage wouldn't have worked. Otherwise, I wouldn't have bothered you to hypnotize him all the time."

"Why not tell Lord Crolin as soon as possible? If you keep going on like this, something bad will happen sooner or later."

Drew shook his head helplessly, "You know his temper. He might make everyone uneasy."

"Then we can't just watch him starve himself to death, right?"

"He is the Beast King. How can he die so easily? We'll see after a while. And hurry up and get the female you found here. If you act unreliable like last time, I'll beat you up!"

Daniel shrugged, looking like he deserved a beating. "Come on if you have the guts. You can't beat me even with one hand!"

Chris has had insomnia for a long time. It was previously under control, but somehow it suddenly got worse and flared up. He consulted a witch doctor but there was no solution and he could only rely on hypnosis to force himself to fall asleep.

He looks for females to dance with because watching them dance can make Chris feel relaxed.

Chris's mother's favorite thing was dancing, and the most profound thing in his mind was his mother's dance. Only when he watched them dance could his brain relax and he feel a little sleepy.

When Daniel returned to his room, Su Tang had finished eating and lay back in bed.

It must be said that there are quite few saints who are so well-behaved and quiet.

If a saint was captured like this in the past, she would always cry and make a fuss, and would not give up until threatened or bribed.

It’s not that they haven’t thought about finding ordinary females, but how can those be the same as the saints who came out of the temple?

They dare not tie up those of high status, and look down on those of low status. As for those of average status, it is difficult to find those with good dancing skills among them.

I wanted to go through the formal channels, but I was not willing to come to the black market. After going around in circles, I still chose the convenience of force.

He handed the half-eaten fruit plate to Su Tang, "Would you like some after-meal fruit?"

Su Tang rolled his eyes at him with disdain, "You gave me the food you've already eaten, do you really think I'm a trash can?"

"Oh, you have quite a temper!"

Daniel took back the fruit plate and continued to put a piece in his mouth, “Forget it, don’t let me eat it myself.”

While he was eating, he discussed with Su Tang, but although it was called a discussion, in fact Su Tang had no right to choose at all.

"I'll take you to see someone every day. If you behave better, I'll tell you that you can't survive this period of time peacefully under his control. I won't let you do anything else but your strong point, dancing."

A man who knows the current situation is a hero. Su Tang replied weakly, "I know."

"Don't even think about running away. You can't escape from here. If you behave well, I will remove the chains."

Su Tang remained silent and pulled the quilt to cover himself.