"Misunderstanding? Why do I feel it's not? You snatched a girl from my men, you have to compensate me!" Nikun's smile had a bit of a rogue's charm.
Xia Yanxin originally wanted to wrangle with him a bit more, but his words ignited a fury within her.
"You bastards bullied a woman, worse than beasts! Yes, I did save my friend, and I have a clear conscience! Fine, since you've come to me, bring it on! I'm not afraid of you, and I don't regret saving that girl that day."
Confronted with Xia Yanxin's righteous indignation, Nikun suddenly let out a wild laugh, the knife in his hand slowly dragged across her cheek. Even though he used the back of the knife, Yanxin still felt a chilling coldness eroding her nerves, her breathing becoming somewhat uncontrollable.
The more anxious Xia Yanxin became, the more delighted Nikun was.
