"I was scared to death!"
In a certain teahouse room, a young man threw a silver mask onto the table and gulped down several mouthfuls of cold tea.
The woman sitting opposite him, clad in a long dress and exuding a cold elegance, glanced at him with displeasure and said, "What have you gotten into again?"
"What do you mean what have I gotten into? I am clearly a hero who upholds justice," the young man said without any image, sitting across from her. He set down the teapot, looking like he had stumbled upon some juicy gossip: "Let me tell you, I've been tracking the people from the Blood Wolf Gang for three days, and I finally got the chance today. I wanted to teach them a lesson, but they bit off more than they could chew... That person, just like this—swish, swish, swish, they were all dead."
The woman looked at him coldly, without uttering a word.
