The person who had just gotten out of the car paused slightly, cautiously eyeing the countless individuals that had appeared out of nowhere.
Indeed, upon seeing the person they were ordered to eliminate leisurely leaning against the black sports car, those playful, mocking eyes made them furious. But suddenly, a red light flashed through those eyes, and that demonically handsome face curved into a cold, bloodthirsty smile, sending shivers down their spines.
Next to that person, on the other side of the car, stood a young man wearing a golden half-mask. His hands were in his pockets, and with a black hood pulled over his head, his crimson lips were tightly pressed. Despite the stillness, there was a sense of icy coldness emanating from him.
