"Who is it?"
The two men were shocked. As soon as they turned around, they found that they were being aimed at by a heavy submachine gun. A pair of heavy black boots belonging to a man walked into the house with mud on them. The heavy soles of the shoes stepped on the mud fiercely. Step by step, they were slow and elegant, heavy and agile, like a Hunter who was hunting his prey. Step by step, they forced their prey into a dead end, with no way to escape.
It was only then that they could see the man in front of them clearly.
He was tall and straight. His black shirt was tucked into his belt, and his black suit pants made his legs look long and strong. His entire body was as steep as a craggy mountain rock, and he exuded a sharp and steep aura that was filled with danger. It was the aura of death.
He held the gun and looked like he was taking a stroll in the park.
