Margaret no longer looked at Wu Spanner.
Her gaze shifted toward the utterly terrified Shuo Spanner and the completely pale Hui Spanner.
Her voice was resolute, ironclad, carrying an authority that allowed no dissent:
“Shuo Spanner, Hui Spanner—
Contempt for the law.
Organizing violent mobs.
Wielding weapons to injure others.
Threatening government officers.
Coupled with your long list of past offenses—
The evidence is undeniable.
By law, you are to be severely punished!”
“Wu Spanner!”
Her gaze returned to the kneeling man, now shaking uncontrollably.
Her tone carried a final warning:
“If you must blame someone, then blame your precious nephews—
For doing what they should never have done,
And offending someone they never should have offended.”
Then, with each word falling like a gavel striking stone, she declared the two men’s fate:
“From this day forward, all special privileges of Shuo Spanner and Hui Spanner are revoked.
They will be transferred to the judicial authorities and sentenced strictly according to the law.
Let them spend the rest of their lives in prison—
Reflecting on their crimes.”
The rest of their lives…
In prison?!
Wu Spanner froze as though struck by lightning.
His face turned utterly ashen.
He collapsed to the ground, unable to utter even a word of plea.
He knew—
Once the Princess spoke, there was no room left for negotiation.
Shuo Spanner and Hui Spanner were finished.
And the Spanner family…
Had now carved an indelible stain into the Princess’s heart—
And into the ruling family’s eyes.
“No! Uncle! Help me! Help me! I don’t want to go to prison! I don’t want to!”
Shuo Spanner snapped out of his terror at the sound of the verdict.
He screamed like a slaughtered pig, scrambling across the floor toward Wu Spanner.
Hui Spanner was just as pale, lips trembling.
He tried to speak—
But no sound came out.
Only boundless terror swallowed him whole.
“Take them away.”
Margaret didn’t spare them another glance.
She waved her hand coldly.
The two black-clad operatives behind her—clearly members of a special department—stepped forward immediately.
Their movements were sharp and precise as they restrained the crazed, screaming Shuo Spanner and the stiff, terrified Hui Spanner, clamping special handcuffs onto them.
“Uncle! Say something! Help me! I’m a Spanner! I’m family!”
“Let me go! Do you know who I am?!”
“Your Highness! I was wrong! I know I was wrong! Please spare me! I won’t dare again!”
Their screams, struggles, and desperate pleas echoed through the detention room—
Shrill.
Hopeless.
Heart-piercing.
Wu Spanner remained kneeling there, watching his two nephews dragged away like dead dogs.
Their cries faded into the night as they were shoved into a black special-operations vehicle waiting outside.
And then—
Silence.
The entire police station fell into a suffocating stillness.
Only the shattered Wu Spanner remained kneeling on the floor.
Chief Wang and the others stood trembling, not daring to breathe.
After everything was settled, Margaret took out her phone and made a call.
“It’s been handled.”
“Thank you.”
Dustin’s voice came through the receiver.
“There’s no need for such words between us. If you ever need anything in the future—just come to me.”
Margaret smiled slightly.
“Alright. We’ll talk again later.”
“Mhm.”
After hanging up, Margaret still felt puzzled.
When she had received Dustin’s call earlier that night, she had been surprised.
In her eyes, Dustin was someone capable of anything—
A man for whom problems simply did not exist.
And when she learned what Dustin wanted…
She was even more confused.
Shuo Spanner and Hui Spanner?
Before Dustin, those two were nothing—
People who could be erased with a flick of his finger.
But though she found it strange, she did not question him.
She immediately mobilized the intelligence agencies and captured the two Spanner brothers with overwhelming force.
And, as Dustin instructed—
She delivered them a sentence of life imprisonment.
…
After Dustin and Natasha left the police station, they didn’t head back immediately.
They went to a hospital for some quick bandaging,
Then found a street food stall to grab a late-night meal.
The stall was bustling, filled with the aroma of grilled skewers, fried noodles, and spicy crayfish.
Natasha skillfully ordered a pile of skewers, stir-fried rice noodles, and two cold mung-bean soups.
She rested her chin on her hand, looking at Dustin’s tired yet composed side profile, feeling both worried and curious.
“What do you mean your cultivation is gone? How serious is it?” she whispered.
Dustin picked up a sizzling lamb skewer and took a bite, eyes narrowing unconsciously in satisfaction.
“It’s not a bad thing. Think of it as a necessary stage before breaking through. I need to experience certain things first. But during this time, I can’t use any power.”
Natasha understood only half of it—
But hearing that it wasn’t life-threatening eased her heart.
“Then eat more. You need to recover your body.”
She handed him a fragrant chicken wing.
Dustin smiled and offered her a skewer in return.
In the noisy warmth of the night market,
the two of them enjoyed the gentle peace after a storm—
casually chatting,
basking in a rare quietness.
Just then—
Natasha’s phone rang.
She answered—
And her expression changed instantly. - Marinien
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