The cold blade, sharp as ice, pressed against his neck, sending a shiver through his body.
The men Sun Er had brought with him instinctively looked up. Before they could even curse, their windpipes were slashed, silencing their screams before they could begin.
A dull thud of heavy bodies hitting the ground echoed behind him. Sun Er’s pupils contracted; just as he started to turn, a searing pain tore through his throat.
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