Another Attempt At My Job Chapter 22

He was too eye-catching, whether it was his gentle temperament or his overly outstanding face, his clean and refreshing aura of living under the sun all year round was unmistakable, and it was incompatible with Jace Port, who was always accompanied by blood. As soon as he moved, the eyes of those standing nearby flashed fierce glances and approached him. They formed a well-trained circle to block his retreat.

Blake Jing stopped with a headache and had to turn his eyes back to the person standing in front of him at the beginning.

The man had short black hair, scarlet eyes, sharp facial lines, deep eyebrows, and many scars scattered on his face, making his already strong face even more terrifying. The tail of his hair was tied with an exotic red feather hair ornament, hanging down all the way. The shoulders become the only bright color on the body except the eyes.

But strangely, there is a vague elegance about him, which may be due to his unique temperament from a life where luxury and danger coexist all year round.

The man exuded a sense of silent oppression, his eyes were like a lion looking at Blake Jing when it saw its prey, and finally he gave a dangerous smile: "Do I allow you to go, trash?"