A cruel smirk hooked the corners of his mouth, the exaggerated arc emphasizing the scar on his face, making it appear more ferocious.
In this dark environment, under the dim yellow lighting, the petty thugs appeared like zombies, like evil spirits that had just crawled out of hell, coming to the world for reaping souls.
The silhouette under the light was a tremendous temptation for him right now.
"Kill her, kill her!"
A voice in his head kept luring him, to the point that he had even forgotten what he was doing. All he could think of was one thing: to kill her.
He thirsted for blood, the red, fresh blood!
It was the most wonderful smell in this world, the symbol of a hero!
"To the left... left... right... the right..."
"Someone's behind you... move quickly..."
