Minhe was taken aback by Nell's cold and calculated response. Her confusion was palpable as she tried to process his words, her mind racing with questions.
She couldn't comprehend why he was so calm and collected in the face of danger, and his menacing demeanor sent a shiver down her spine.
"Now shall we continue?" He said, his voice dripping with disdain as he pointed the gleaming dagger at the other two guards, his hand steady and unflinching.
But just as he was about to make his move, something unexpected happened. His hand froze mid-way, as though it was stuck in the air, his fingers gripping the hilt of the dagger tightly.
"Hey, you!" a voice called out from behind them, interrupting the tense atmosphere.
All eyes turned to where the voice came from, and Minhe couldn't help but gasp in surprise as she laid eyes on the newcomer.
