You Su is not fond of killing.
Recalling the feeling of taking a life for the first time, he had thrust the sword ruthlessly into Mr. Ling's chest, feeling the blade slicing through each muscle fiber, with the gushing blood serving as the best lubricant.
It was a sensation somewhat akin yet utterly different from chopping pork with a cleaver, a feeling that was both terrifying and thrilling.
At this moment, looking at the withered old man with protruding eyes and twitching tongue, You Su felt even more clearly a life slipping away in his hands.
But he did not feel remorse.
You Su has always been highly adaptable, a habit fostered by his upbringing. He cares little for others' kindness or malice towards him, as he doesn't put others in his eyes nor expects them to do so.
Yet for those who threaten his loved ones, he would turn into a vengeful demon.
So it was with Mr. Ling, so it was with Mr. Liou, and so it was with this masked man.
