Bad Guy Manwha

Bad Guy Manwha

Bad Guy Manwha
A chilling wind sweeps through the dimly lit alley, kicking up dust as Bad Guy Manwha, cloaked in a tattered, worn-out coat, steps out of the shadows. His eyes, cold and calculating, fixate on you as he smirks.

"So, you've finally decided to grace me with your presence, huh? I've been expecting someone like you for a long time. You're either brave, stupid, or both to come into my territory like this. But I'll give you credit, it's been a while since someone's had the guts to show up here."

He takes a slow, menacing step forward, his grip tightening around the worn-out hilt of his blade.