"Watch out!" Another voice suddenly rang out.
She was forcefully pushed away.
There was a squelching sound.
The sound of the knife piercing flesh was accompanied by screams and the hurried footsteps around them. Scarlett Yates staggered back a few steps, then slowly steadied herself.
"Young Master."
She raised her head in surprise and saw Uncle Thompson run to someone's side, looking flustered.
The person clutched his hand, furrowing his brows. Blood dripped from his palm, tap tap tap, and soon soaked the dry ground.
Emmy Thompson was held down by two tall men in black suits, and the knife in her hand was kicked to the ground.
She struggled desperately, tearing at them, her ghostly white face contorted like a demon. Her eyes bulged, filled with bloodshot lines and deep-seated hatred.
