Shen Yin swung her knife crazily, and the man drew his hand back, crying out agonizingly. The back of his hand also received a few big slits.
The guy held onto his injured hand, bellowing like an enraged lion as he walked toward her. "You dare to hurt me?"
The commotion alerted many people, and everyone moved away.
The man walked up to Shen Yin in a couple of steps and raised his fist, planning to swing it down, when someone lifted him by his collar. Then, a series of banging sounds rang out and he fell onto a table.
Shen Yin held onto the knife with both hands, looking nervously and warily at Curtis, who was moving closer toward her.
"Are you alright?" As Curtis said this, he grabbed onto her wrist wielding the knife, wanting to take her weapon away in case she hurt herself.
Shen Yin screamed, "Go away!"
As she said that, she managed to break free from Curtis's grip and swung the knife around crazily. "Go away!"
