Do Not Mistreat Her

"Wushuang," the man in black spoke with an icy tone, "Come back with me."

Although masked, the man in black appeared no older than thirty, and his attire and demeanor bore a striking resemblance to the first time Zhong Wen had met Leng Wushuang, almost seven to eight points similar. At first glance, Zhong Wen could deduce that this individual was likely another assassin affiliated with the Ten Thousand Gold Tower.

"Master," Leng Wushuang's voice quivered with a tinge of fear and panic.

"I know you want vengeance, but you've left prematurely, violating the Ten Thousand Gold Tower's rules," the black-clad man, known as "Feng," maintained his cold, emotionless demeanor.

"I..." Leng Wushuang contemplated resistance, but Feng's imposing presence, nurtured over the years, left her unable to utter the word "no."