That cautious posture, as if the woman in his arms were the most precious treasure in the world, so focused and affectionate, filled with nostalgia and reluctance!
"Young Master, how should we handle these people?" his assistant asked respectfully from behind.
The thugs on the ground suddenly felt a glimmer of hope, their eyes filled with tension, staring at the man. After all, they hadn't really harmed this girl, she was still intact, maybe he would let them off lightly.
However, when those two icy eyes filled with blood-red rage swept over them without any warmth, their hearts froze, instantly realizing that this was the gaze of slaughter, they probably wouldn't live to see the sunrise.
