C357 She Was Freezing to Death

Lynn White, dressed in a sleek black outfit, stood tall with his hair neatly tied back, a few strands falling over his forehead. His sharp eyebrows and cold gaze exuded authority even in silence.

At this moment, Lynn crouched down, holding a dagger, and looked at the young man with a mole near his mouth. He spoke calmly, "No need to be too nervous. It'll be over in four strokes."

"Please, Mr