The cold underground cellar was damp, and his teeth were clenched tight as veins bulged on his forehead. With one hand, he fiercely carved open the flesh of his own arm with a small knife, and blood gushed out profusely. After a moment, a bullet fell out, and he carelessly tore off a corner of his clothing to bandage the wound. The man finally breathed a sigh of relief and slumped heavily against the wall.
If you paid attention, you would realize that the man in front of you was not an ordinary person, but a soldier! Sword-like eyebrows, sharp eyes, a cold aura, and a bloodthirsty demeanor—all these clearly indicated that this was no common soldier!
In another corner of the cellar, a young girl huddled against the wall, her eyes warily watching the blood-covered man in front of her, filled with utter fear.
