The villa's living room was surrounded by a group of tall men, wearing suits and sunglasses, standing with their hands folded, cold and solemn.
On the leather sofa sat Zheng Wenbin and Liu Xuan, their faces slightly pale.
On the sofa opposite them sat three people.
One was Zhu Liu, with long hair draped over his shoulders, high cheekbones, and sunken eye sockets.
The other two, one was a man about 1.8 meters tall, around thirty with dyed red hair, holding a dagger with a curved blade, trimming his fingernails.
Swish, swish.
The hand-length curved knife, among his ten fingers, seemed like magic, swirling with the blade, accurately trimming the long nails without hurting his fingers in the slightest.
Within a few breaths, the ten fingers on both of his hands were neatly trimmed by the curved knife.
This person was named Ye San.
