"Miss Valentina, what is the plan? Can we come with you?" A girl asked in a low voice while the two boys beside her nodded, supporting her query.
The third boy didn't dare to make a single movement, and one side of his face was so swollen that he looked like a drowned pig with a red palmprint imprinted on his cheek. Blood was leaking from his lips, but he was too shocked and scared to even let out a whimper.
Valentina didn't even turn around, and her eyes were already locked on in a specific direction. She said brusquely, "No. I don't need anyone with me."
"B-But—" The girl wanted to say something but shut her mouth when she saw Valentina's stony glare and seeing the sharp hand scythe on her hand, she gulped.
