Duan Lang vs. Cousin, Suffering Disdain
Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
At the door of Fu Chen's house in Yunjin Prime Manor…
The cold wind blew, frost covered the sky, and the north wind howled. The blade of the knife pressed against Duan Linbai's neck wasn't big, but the chill seeped into his bones as it pressed against his neck. His intuition told him that this knife was definitely very sharp.
This was the first time Duan Linbai had encountered such a thing. This knife is definitely no joke. If I don't handle this well, it can really cut my neck.
He stood rooted to the ground, not daring to move.
I'm so f*cking unlucky. Recently, I've been encountering misfortune after misfortune, meeting hooligans during the day and bandits at night.
He looks pretty decent, and his looks alone are worth a lot of money, yet he went to become a thief.
"Who are you?" Qiao Xiyan asked, his tone cold.
Duan Linbai was speechless.
What did this thief just ask me?