He paused, then suddenly pushed her to the ground. Tara Summer's head slammed against the wall once more.
"Courage without wisdom only hastens death!" he sneered, staring at her pain-stricken face with murderous intent in his eyes.
"Heh..." Tara Summer sneered back, lifting her head to look at him. By now, the blood on Walter's forehead had begun to trickle downward, rolling down the ridges of his ears. His cold, sinister smile made him look like a demon.
Walter squints, ignoring the bleeding from his head, and glanced at the motionless bodyguard lying on the ground.
"How did you knock him out!?" he asked curiously. The bodyguard was younger and more skilled than him, and Tara was no match for him. How was it possible that she had taken down the bodyguard?
