T.P.P
The whole room is silenced as Diana slowly opens up Hwang Bo's neck from right to left.
She lets him go.
He drops to the floor from his chair choking on his own blood with his hands wrapped around his neck.
He could not scream, he could not speak, only whinces were heard as his life slowly faded away.
Everyone was stunned.
No one expected she would actually do that.
A fifteen year old of the Dang Clan, to the Third Young Master of the Golden Manor.
Dark Mist stood there looking helplessly at the body of his master bleeding out right before him.
Even he didn't think she would do that.
"Y...yo...you, ho...how could you..." Dark Mist stammers his face showing sadness, shock and pain.
Dark Mist was a personal guard of Hwang Bo known as a 'Duolo'.
A Duolo in the Murim was a guard who becomes entirely tied to one Master.
Nothing is permitted to happen to the master if the Duolo is alive.
He is the eyes, the ears and sword of his Master.
