Carmel, one of the men clad in black, dropped his weapon.
His shoulders trembled.
As the closest subordinate to the Silver Boss, he knew all too well just how merciless his leader could be—especially when someone dared to cross one of his red lines.
And that boy sitting calmly on the bed?
He looked like one of those red lines.
Seemingly harmless, even delicate—those hands looked like they were made for art and painting, not for combat.
But Carmel knew better.
He had seen what those hands could do… and it wasn't something he ever wanted to face again
All the men, Carmel included, fell to their knees, begging for mercy, pleading with the leader to spare their lives.
Sian glanced at He Jinyun.
The man's expression was dark, his body radiating a deadly, dangerous aura.
Sian recognized that aura—it was the same one that surrounded every survivor in the apocalypse:
Bloodthirsty, menacing.
He was certain that He Jinyun was planning to slaughter everyone in the room.
