62 Chapter 62

"Let go of me! Quickstep! Is this how you treat a woman?" Danica said to the bald immortal. She tried to keep her cool but was slowly panicking inside. No one can predict what he would do. Not even her.

"I can't treat you as a woman now, Danica. At least, not yet. You're my friend first. You will be treated as a woman second. Let me take you home, okay? Where do you live?" Quickstep asked the Divine Evil Sect spy.

He wanted to get this over with because he still has a lot of things to do. And the night was not getting any younger. Time was wasting even now as he waited for Danica's answer, Quickstep thought.

"I'm not from around here. If you are still insisting on taking me home, just bring me to the hotel that I'm staying. I will go and return to my family in the morning." Danica tried to talk her way out of this. She doesn't want any more complications.

This bald immortal was way above her level. She could not even measure the veracity of his words any longer. Whether there was mirth hiding inside him while he watched her squirm in captivity or he was really the fool that he was explicitly presenting, it does not matter much at this moment.

Danica only wished to get away from this abnormality.

"That would not be applicable, my friend. Your mind is muddled. You need a guardian. Hmmm. Hahaha! I know the perfect person. Why didn't I think of him earlier? Let's go." Quickstep said to the Divine Evil Sect spy without waiting for her consent of his plans.

After a breath, both reappeared in front of a huge mansion. The luxury and elegance that this place presented was clear for all to see. It would invite envy from people, as it should. This was a home fit for kings and rulers.

"Hello! Anybody home?!" Quickstep yelled in front of the huge gate of the house. He knows that this was already an unholy time for a visit but he believed that there was not a time limit for friends. A friend for him carried a heavy weight. Its meaning and significance was priceless. That even honey couldn't compare.

"Sir Immortal, how can we serve you tonight?" a veteran guard approached the bald immortal and asked. He has been in the service with the family for almost half a millennium and has seen and heard everything there was to witness.

What he learned from all those years of experience was that, tact comes primarily when dealing with people. Especially those people, who wield unimaginable power at their fingertips, like the one before him.

"Can you please tell your master that I, Quickstep, his friend, ask for an audience?" Quickstep politely told the veteran guard. A home was sacred. It was the refuge of a person, the sanctuary of his soul and secrets. He would barge through anything but never one's home, Quickstep recalled his teachings.