"Who are you, who are you? I am with the Leopard Head Gang. If you mess with us, surviving in the Northern Second District won't be easy," he said, his voice betraying an inexplicable fear in the presence of the cold ice black-haired girl, yet he still managed to finish his speech.
In response to his inquiry, the black-haired girl sitting on the chair didn't answer, only looking at him coldly, as if gazing down upon garbage.
Faced with this, the people tied on the ground made a few more threats, but still there was no response. The air seemed to fall silent as their voices grew quieter and weaker. The chill emanating from the girl seemed to spread deep into their souls, inducing a sensation of freezing from the inside out, even their consciousness began to grow stiff and blurry.
"Please... spare... spare me," at last, the leader couldn't hold back his fear and slowly knelt down, begging for a bit of mercy.