Li Jingwei gave a few orders, his henchmen revealing a hint of a sinister smile, "Young Master, rest assured, we will handle it perfectly."
Night fell.
The night in Sea City, resplendent with lights, began its prologue.
At Sea City Airport, a bearded man in worn camouflage attire appeared at the exit.
"Are you Mad Blade?"
The henchman who came to pick him up looked at him, was this the much-feared Mad Blade?
He felt more like a seasoned farmer tilling the lands.
"Wish to die? Just say it directly."
The Han man lifted his gaze, his eyes sharp as a knife, staring at the henchman who shivered, feeling a chill up his spine.
The profession of a Swordman was prosperous decades ago when the society was unstable; Swordmen not only protected homes but also engaged in risk-free trades, epitomizing the world of that era.
