The pervert, who was in a coma, let out a miserable scream of pain, his face twisted and ferocious, and he woke up in agony!
He clutched his bleeding arm, furious beyond measure.
"Damn it, who! Who did this! I'm going to kill them..."
Suddenly turning his head, he saw the handsome young man in front of him, unharmed, and his eyes widened instantly. After a long while, he stammered:
"You... you have no injuries at all?"
The next second, seeing the blood-dripping knife in the young man's hand, he seemed to have seen a ghost, and his whole body trembled.
Clearly, the wound on his hand was caused by the young man.
The pervert's face turned pale instantly, shivering, unable to utter a single word.
The young man sat on the grass, expressionless, his long, thick lashes lowered. His ghostly pale, delicate face made him look somewhat terrifying.
The tip of the knife in his hand directly lifted the pervert's chin, the knife's point aimed squarely at his throat.
Precisely aligned.
