The air was gradually filled with the stench of blood.
Abigail Moore curled up in the corner, her eyes wide open, watching the man on the floor dragging a thick trail of blood behind him...
He was shot twice in the lower body by Trenton Smith, and now the blood wouldn't stop.
The man who had done all this remained expressionless, glanced at the tea table, and then said indifferently to his bodyguard: "Bring me the knife."
The bodyguard hesitated for a moment before going over to fetch the fruit knife from the fruit plate on the tea table. Before handing it to Trenton Smith, he couldn't help but say, "Young Master Smith, let me do it."
"No need." The man's tone was just as cool as always, his slender and pale fingers taking hold of the sharp little knife, and then he walked towards the man on the floor.
