Lord Blade dangled from Qing Shisan's grasp like a helpless chick, all his earlier ferocity gone.
Zheng Xiu stepped forward, grabbed Lord Blade by the hair, and yanked his head up. Lord Blade had thick brows, large eyes, a hooked nose, and a predatory gaze. With his high cheekbones, gaunt face, and a scattering of pockmarks, he had the look of an unpardonable villain.
"A talented man and a beautiful woman?"
Zheng Xiu looked at Lord Blade and asked with a faint, noncommittal smile.
Lord Blade looked up in a daze at the exceptionally handsome man before him. He still didn't seem to understand what had happened; his entire den had been inexplicably raided. When he got a clear look at Zheng Xiu's face, his eyes widened in recognition. He opened his mouth, gurgling as he tried to explain, but as soon as he did, blood spurted out like a fountain—Qing Shisan had cut out his tongue.
