A top-tier gigolo, teased by a cool and aloof general, turns warm.

Raphael's words, like a boulder thrown into a lake, instantly shattered the silence in the room.

"Don't even think about going anywhere until the mastermind is caught."

Chris's eyes were cold and devoid of any emotion.

This statement was like a command, delivered with an unquestionable tone.

Looking at the abundant food on the table, he pondered to himself.

Although Rosso's crimes were unforgivable, he still had some use.

After a fierce internal struggle, Chris finally decided to put aside his hatred for the time being.

He casually said, "Your brother likes watermelon, so I'll bring some back for him."

Raphael's eyes were mocking; he saw right through Chris's thoughts, but he didn't say anything.

I sincerely promise, "From now on, I'll take care of all your fruit."

Chris looked displeased upon hearing this.

He said coldly, "The witch clan is incredibly cunning; be careful not to get completely swindled."

He secretly guessed that Raphael was acting this way because he was provoked by Shi Yu's meticulous care for him every day.

Rosso's appearance was even more stunning than that of the sub-female, which is why Raphael was so interested in him.

"Raphael, you're blind to the true nature of insects; you'll regret it sooner or later."

"I've done quite a bit of research on worm anatomy. Guess how long it takes me to harvest a complete neural tissue from a worm?"

Raphael wore a faint smile, his tone relaxed as if he were remarking on the pleasant weather.

He placed the banana peel on the table as if it were a precious work of art.

Next, pluck a crystal-clear grape, put it in your mouth and chew it slowly, the sweet juice flowing on your tongue.

He smiled and beckoned to Chris with his finger, a sly glint in his eyes.

"Come on, I'll take you to see a good show."

Chris crossed his arms and raised an eyebrow slightly.

She said with a haughty expression, "I'm not interested in other male insects."

He was secretly pleased with himself, thinking that no male insect could compare to his master, whether in appearance or physique.

Raphael didn't seem to care about his attitude.

Instead, she put her arm around his shoulder and gently pushed him out of the room.

"I've watched over a thousand videos online, but I still think the visual experience is much better when you see it in person."

Raphael analyzed the situation calmly and with great seriousness.

Chris gave him a disdainful look and said irritably, "Are you serious? This kind of thing... is it worth your time to learn?"

Raphael raised his chin slightly. "If I'm going to do something, I'm going to do it to the best of my ability."

He glanced at Chris sideways. "You dare say you didn't study seriously?"

"Serving female insects is a required course for them. I excel in every subject. Talent is often more important than hard work."

Chris's cheeks were flushed like ripe apples.

He looked a little awkward and removed Raphael's hand from his shoulder.

I stepped to the door, leaned against the cold wall, and tried to calm myself down.

A loud noise came from the room, constantly assaulting the insect's eardrums.

His brows furrowed tightly.

He said softly, "Watching a show is all about excitement. Wait a moment, I'll call the bugs over to watch right now."

After saying that, he quickly opened the communicator and his fingers flew across the screen.

Soon, a message was sent to the work group.

[Hagrid, take twenty soldiers to Raphael's quarters to arrest the traitor, immediately!]

If Hagrid hadn't tipped them off in time, he and the Lord probably wouldn't have arrived here so quickly.

Such a bold move by a mere intern.

To harm Raphael right under his nose is absolutely intolerable.

Chris secretly vowed to make the arrogant intern taste the bitter fruit of his own actions.

"You are as cruel as ever."

After years of working together, Raphael and he had developed a tacit understanding that required no words.

Therefore, when he remained silent, Raphael could easily guess what he was thinking.

He recalled his experience helping the sub-female give birth on the airship.

The discovery that there were many pregnant sub-females in the rebel ranks made Raphael ponder.

The rebels forced the sub-females to become pregnant, resulting in the birth of insect offspring.

He could also use drugs to control the male insects, forcing them to become reproductive tools.

The idea kept swirling in his mind, and the more he thought about it, the more feasible the method seemed.

Raphael's brow furrowed slightly as his thoughts deepened.

If this can actually be achieved, it will have a huge impact on the empire.

Finally, Raphael broke the silence.

He turned to Chris and said, "Leave them to me. Don't interfere."

Chris was surprised by his decision.

Unable to resist asking, "So, how long does it take to extract the nerve tissue from the insect? A day? Two days?"

This question had been lingering in his mind, and he was eager to know the answer.

Raphael smiled.

Extending his slender index finger, he gently placed it to his lips, making a shushing gesture.

His movements were elegant and gentle, a pleasure to behold.

In stark contrast to his elegant movements were the words he spoke.

"The insect's nervous system is very complex, and it will indeed take some time to completely peel it off; four hours should be enough."

Raphael's tone was calm and confident, as if he had complete confidence in the surgery.

Chris's reaction to these words was quite different.

He stared straight at Raphael, his face showing shock and confusion.

"You're crazy, stay away from me."

"I won't hurt you, Chris."

Raphael's voice was unusually gentle.

He wasn't annoyed by Chris's attempt to drive him away; he maintained his smile.

He even nodded, seemingly unconcerned about the title.

"Ha, I won't give you the chance to hurt yourself."

Chris's face was grim, and his body was covered in sharp spikes.

The insect, usually decisive and ruthless on the battlefield, showed a moment of bewilderment.

He has survived all these years entirely because of his own luck.

"Lord Chris, the bugs have all been brought. I'll break down the door right now and capture the traitor alive."

Hagrid's voice, like a booming bell, echoed through the air, making the insects' eardrums buzz.

This sudden loud voice was like a thunderclap, shattering Chris's complicated thoughts.

He snapped back to his senses and stared intently at Hagrid.

He was beaming with excitement, rubbing his hands together, eager to break down the door and bring the traitor to justice.

Chris's lips curled up, letting out a soft chuckle.

That smile contained both admiration for Hagrid and anticipation for the upcoming mission.

"Break down the door."

Simple commands contain boundless power.

"Wait, I have the key."

Raphael gripped the key tightly in his hand and inserted it into the lock without hesitation.

With a soft "click," the door was slowly pushed open, and a strong, fishy smell wafted out.

He instinctively took a half step back, and the once tidy room was now a mess.

Clothes were scattered on the ground, and tables and chairs were moved and overturned at will, as if a storm had passed.