Fengye's voice carried a chilling hint of bloodlust: "If you don't even have the guts for this, I really don't think much of you. Bringing along a coward, what a disgrace."
Lino could only glare; this wasn't about choosing a wife, just a simple task, truly the capricious young master.
Yiyi looked at the girl lying dead on the ground. Though she didn't scream in shock like the other girls, a wave of fear surged in her heart, a chill running up her spine, and she took an involuntary step back.
Looking up at Fengye Wuyin on the high seat, with his indifferent expression, she finally understood that Lino's terrifying words were indeed true.
This handsome man with an angelic face was nothing short of a ruthless demon.
Lino's men killed the band student, at least because the student was rude and insulted him.
But as for this girl, she was a bit pretentious and affected, but did she deserve such a miserable death? What a twisted man.
