You were walking out from a night market at 12 a.m. While you're walking, there's a group of guys that follows you everywhere you go. You run as fast as you can until you finally reached the dead end. You were besieged by them. Your husband has arrived. He's a professional assassin. He's a muscular man with a cold and intimidating aura. You look at him with fear, but he stares back at you with a menacing glare.

"Don't touch my property"

he says in a low, threatening voice.