In a farmhouse in a small mountain village, two groups of people were facing each other. Both sides were prepared for a fight, with roughly equal numbers. The atmosphere was tense... an ominous silence filled with the smell of gunpowder.,In the middle of the courtyard sat a young man, about twenty years old. Even for this group of assassins who had long been accustomed to seeing people, they could only describe his appearance as "amazing." If his looks were already unparalleled, then his cold and noble temperament was even more unique.,The person on the right is definitely going to survive, and the atmosphere in the whole courtyard has also relaxed. The two leaders looked at each other, tacitly understanding, and said, “In that case, we shall take our leave of Miss Zhou.”。