C90 I'll Kill You!

The erhu's sound came to an abrupt halt.

He was visibly flustered, yet he didn't dare make a rash move, seemingly at a loss for what to do next.

The man with long hair looked up to see the hand's owner, Westley.

To him, Westley wasn't particularly tall and had a very average appearance, the type you'd forget in a crowd.

He tried to force his way out, but his wrist wouldn't budge