"Nancy Yancey!" Liam Yancey's eyes narrowed, he roared furiously, his dark pupils filled with menace, and a cold air spread at the bottom of his eyes.
He let go of Tara Summer and was about to step forward when a black shadow flashed past behind him so swiftly that it caught everyone off guard.
Walter Schmidt was startled; as soon as he shifted his gaze, the shadow was already in front of him.
"Nancy Yancey!" The man violently grabbed her neck, his palm was so forceful it nearly crushed her windpipe.
"Walter!"
"Marshal…"
Everyone's eyes widened. Following behind them into the hall, Tang North also shouted, but no one stepped forward to stop the man, fixating on the tall and hidden back of the man.
"Uh..." Walter Schmidt had not anticipated this, and with his arms bound behind his back, he felt breath choked in his throat, nearly suffocating, "… Huh, does it hurt?"
