The glint in the man's eyes was of pure amusement. He had seen a lot of women getting harmed before, but he rarely saw some of the smaller ones fight back. Even if she didn't succeed in her first attempt, she still gave him a chance to attack…
Without killing her.
"I like brave girls." He smirked and reached down to pluck the knife out without much effort. Even if it was not advisable as she would bleed out, he still did so. After all, he placed his fingers on the wound and cauterized it out of sight. All the girl felt was like a lighter was stuck to her stab wound.
"You can safely take her to the hospital. Just say you used a lighter." He didn't throw the cook but waited for Ainsley to collect her instead. After that, he pocketed his hands in his brown long coat and went to kick the writhing man to a supine position.
A quick stomp at the man's chest broke his ribs and perhaps punctured his heart. The newcomer then sneered and left as if there was no dead body in his wake.
