A fashion queen

Just a few steps away from the door, a dark figure suddenly leaped out from the side, wielding a sharp blade and stabbing Mo Yunting. Startled, Mo Yunting quickly dodged to the side, avoiding the fatal blow. However, due to his frail body, his movements were slightly slow, and the sharp blade still cut through his clothes, leaving a deep bloody mark.

Mo Yunting endured the severe pain, grabbed the opponent's wrist, and twisted it hard, successfully taking the knife from the opponent's hand. He swung the knife at the enemy without hesitation, knocking him to the ground. But by then, he was exhausted and could no longer fight.

He took a deep breath, barely supported himself, and rushed into the room. The room was messy and filled with various items, but Mo Yunting's sharp eyes quickly locked onto another door. The door looked a bit old and seemed to lead to another place.

"This way!" Mo Yunting shouted to his men behind him. Hearing his voice, the others immediately rushed over and joined him in the door. After some effort, they finally succeeded in opening the door.

Behind the door was a dark and narrow staircase that wound its way down, seemingly endless. Mo Yunting rushed in without hesitation, his heart filled with a firm conviction—he must find a way out and escape this dangerous place.

Mo Yunting looked at the few remaining men behind him, each one scarred and exhausted. Guilt and self-blame filled his heart. He had never imagined this operation would result in such heavy casualties. "Damn it!" he cursed under his breath, his eyes revealing deep regret.

However, when he saw a bright light ahead, a glimmer of hope ignited in his heart. He signaled everyone to stop, because he noticed something unusual about the light ahead. The light was unstable, sometimes flickering, sometimes dimming, as if concealing some eerie aura.

Mo Yunting approached the light cautiously, observing his surroundings with vigilance. As he gradually approached the light, he finally saw the scene clearly. The source of the light was a burning bonfire, and beside it sat a strange figure.

The man stood with his back to them, towering and imposing, like an unshakable mountain. A chill washed over Mo Yunting like a tidal wave. He gripped his knife tightly, the sharp blade gleaming coldly, as if warning of a potential threat. He leaned forward slightly, muscles tensed, ready to respond to any danger. He didn't know who this stranger was, but the powerful aura emanating from him was terrifying and chilling.

At that moment, the stranger slowly turned around. His movements were slow and heavy, as if each one contained boundless power. His cold eyes, like sharp swords, swept over Mo Yunting and his men. His face was covered in a crisscross of scars, distorted and hideous, exuding a ferocious and terrifying aura that was terrifying and terrifying. His gaze was cold and sharp, like two sharp daggers, piercing the hearts of Mo Yunting and his men.

"Who are you? What brought you here?" The stranger's voice was deep and hoarse, like a demon from the depths of hell. His words carried a hint of menace, like frost in a cold wind, chilling to the bone. His voice was not loud, but it resonated in the air, giving people an invisible sense of pressure.

Mo Yunting gritted his teeth, trying to remain calm. He stared intently at the burly man before him, trying to grasp some clue from his tone and expression. He knew this mysterious individual might be the key to their escape. Only by learning more about him could they find a way out.

"I'm sorry, we stumbled upon this place and were attacked. May I ask who you are? Do you know how to leave?" Mo Yunting responded calmly, trying to sound firm and powerful. He knew that facing such a powerful being, any sign of weakness could lead to disastrous consequences.

Mo Yunting stared intently at the mysterious figure before him, his eyes revealing a sense of determination. He stood tall and straight, taking steady steps forward, brandishing his long sword and signaling the others behind him to follow.

"No matter who you are, we must find a way out!" His voice was full of firmness and courage, as if declaring his determination to the whole world.

The mysterious man stared at Mo Yunting silently. After a moment's silence, the corners of his mouth lifted slightly, revealing an imperceptible smile, and then he nodded gently. "Follow me, I can take you out. But there are dangers everywhere here, and you must obey my instructions."