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It was dark, so Iris couldn't make much of the tall frame towering above her. But his height was so far from where she was, she felt like a ten year old next to him.

She stared at the at him silently. Waiting for him to drag her through this now muddy floor and back to that room. To submit her to master Qin and watch her head being cut off.

But instead, the man took a few steps backwards, creating a little distance between them.

Rain drops trickled down his face, his wet hair glued to his face.

"Watch it," He said, his voice low and even.

A shiver ran down Iris's spine. His presence was both thrilling and intimidating.

She wanted to pee her pants or turn on her heels and go back to the room.

But even though she was standing in front of this tall, grumpy man, she couldn't help but feel a little.relief.

He's not one of Master Qin's men.

That meant he knew nothing about her.