Su Shuochi looked at the group before him, a roguish grin spreading across his face. He was truly happy.
'Is my mission about to be complete?' he wondered.
But the men across from him had no idea what he was thinking. They assumed he was mocking them for their overconfidence.
Their leader, enraged, roared, "All of you, get him! I'm going to make him wish he were dead!"
The leader's tone was frigid, brimming with killing intent. This was their turf. Why would he be afraid of some unknown punk?
Dance halls were usually in secluded areas, and this was the back entrance, making it even more isolated.
With a sharp bark from their leader, a dozen men in black suddenly shot out from behind him. They held gleaming knives, their cold gazes fixed on Su Shuochi.
"Yes," a group of men in black replied in unison.
Then, the dozen or so men in black charged toward Su Shuochi like hungry tigers pouncing on their prey.
