Which hand was it?

In Liu family's underworld base, Jinhai entered carrying an icy aura around him that seemed to freeze the entire surroundings.

The four men were lying in a pathetic state after getting beaten up by Liu family guards.

But it was nothing as compared to what Jinhai had planned for them.

Jinhai stood in front of them, and the men dazedly looked at the man.

"You…"

"Who was the one that touched my wife?" 

His voice was low, quiet with a sense of deadly bloodthirst in it. His gaze was so lifeless and dark that the men couldn't help but shudder. They instinctively wanted to step back, but they were chained and couldn't move an inch.

"There are marks on her jaw. Her skin has turned red. Who did that?"

The man who had thrown Nana's phone away and clenched her jaw gulped. The others unconsciously looked at him, and Jinhai got the answer.

Jinhai stepped in front of him and smiled. But that smile was the eeriest that one could ever see.