"If I died, what would happen to my woman?"
The low, languid voice came from across the way. The next moment, the man raised a hand and took off the sunglasses from his face, hooking them onto the headband atop his head. His beautiful face was thus fully exposed to all present.
Indeed, beautiful, to an extreme of refinement, a bewitching splendor—if not for the overpowering aura emanating from his body, this handsome look would really be somewhat effeminate. But now, the manly vigor he radiated, combined with the strong intent to kill in between his brows, made him seem like a demon that had just walked out of Hell...
