"For the past year, that B!tch has tormented me in business. Even though they're not making any profit by selling at half the price, they've taken all our customers!" Qiao Fu, the head of the Woodcutter Association, growled through gritted teeth, his fists clenching tightly.
"Let's kill her in this garden and feed her to these blood-sucking cedars," he continued, his voice filled with venom. The men around him, clad in black cloaks, nodded silently. There were at least twenty of them, all Grandmaster-level warriors and mage. Their cloaks were enchanted to conceal their presence, blending seamlessly into the surrounding environment. Even to the naked eye, they were nearly invisible, their camouflage rendering them like shadows in the night.
"How many targets?" Qiao Fu's wife asked, her voice soft yet commanding. She appeared to be in her mid-twenties, her charm undeniable. Her striking features and graceful figure contrasted starkly with the situation at hand.
