C86 It must be Taken away

Jiang Zhuo stood there, his shirt removed, revealing a torso rippling with solid muscle and marred by numerous scars. Knife wounds and bullet holes peppered his skin, along with burn scars and other marks of unknown origin. Su Xuewei's scalp tingled at the sight, and a profound sense of shock gripped her heart. Recalling Jiang Zhuo's earlier words