At this moment, his wrists were severed alive, and the two bloody hands fell to the ground, an appalling sight.
"Dare to touch my woman, your hands must be chopped!" Deep in the dim alley, a voice slowly emerged.
A cold, bloodthirsty yet elegantly young man's voice, rich with magnetic allure, like icy cold springs in the tranquil night, chilled to the bone, freezing the heart.
The few thugs were terrified as they followed the direction of the voice.
Under the dark sky filled with shadows, illuminated by the dim and worn-out streetlights, emerged a group of silent assassins, swift and silent, shadows that blocked the moonlight, enveloping the world in a dull gray.
Standing in front of that heart-stopping group of assassins was an unbelievably handsome and charming man, a whirlwind of black murderous aura swirling around him like a hurricane.
