"Felix, this young man is a descendant of an old friend of mine. He's been spoiled rotten and doesn't know when to shut up. Please don't take him seriously."

Felix watched Laurent, who still looked defiant despite being slapped. Now he understood the arrogance—this man had connections to the Protector.

"Let me ask you, sir. What's more important—your feelings for an old friend, or the fate of our nation? I don't understand why such an important place as Newtown would be handed to this triple-threat of incompetence.

"He has weak powers, zero emotional intelligence, and not a brain cell to spare. Have you turned foolish too?"

Already fuming, Laurent roared, "Felix Zeller! How dare you lecture the Protector himself? This is treason! Arrest him now!"

Laurent's men just looked at each other awkwardly. Arrest him? With what, their mouths? Come on, everyone knew how powerful Felix was. Did this idiot even have a functioning brain?

The Protector did not seem angry at all. He just l