His movements were as fluid as if he had practiced them a thousand times over.
The second confidant crumpled to the ground, his short dagger clattering to the floor.
From Ian's appearance to killing two men, only two seconds had passed.
Chen Scarface gripped his blade tightly, but his hand trembled so violently that he could only draw it halfway before it got stuck.
He raised his head and met Ian's eyes.
There was no anger in them, no hatred, only the calmness one reserved for looking at an inanimate object.
"Li... Li Xing... We can talk about this..."
Chen Scarface staggered backward, tripping on a loose stone and nearly falling.
"I... I'll give you the whole group! I won't go to Blue Cave Mountain anymore! Just spare me, I..."
"Too late."
Ian cut him off, his voice as soft as a sigh.
The blade flashed again.
Chen Scarface only felt a cold sensation on his neck before the world started spinning.
