The Master of Assassins

"We concede! How could we not concede?!" Giggled Mei Ye, as he walked over. He was so small, a hundred beatings would truly kill him.

Lin Ye and Ming Ye didn't utter a single word. Did they dare not concede to this violent and savage woman?! Who knows just how many times she was punished when she was little, and yet she still remained so barbaric and vicious.

Qing'Er secretly glared at that bootlicking Mei Ye. What a true backscratcher.

Liu Rushuang walked up to the front of the podium and looked down at the thousands of assassins, who were all dressed in black.

Every person's gaze looked savage and emotionless. They had bewtiching Datura flowers sewn onto their clothes and they resembled evil hell hounds who strived on blood. 

The three clan masters and Qing'Er walked up to Liu Rushuang from behind.