C90 I'll Kill You!

The erhu's sound came to an abrupt halt.

He was visibly flustered, yet he dared not make a careless move, seemingly unsure of what to do next.

The long-haired man looked up to see the owner of the hand, Westley.

To him, Westley was short and unremarkable, the type you'd forget the moment he blended into a crowd.

He tried to free his wrist, only to discover it was immovable.

Almost instantly