Eric Candi remained silent, he just kept holding her and walking.
Aldana Candi saw Philip Shaw's fingers had already slipped into the pocket of his overcoat, she knew he usually carried a pistol there.
Aldana Candi shifted her gaze away, looking up at Eric Candi's face. The man's countenance was deep and cold in the twilight, indifferent and impassive.
This man never listened to her. He had been stubborn since childhood, impossible to be persuaded.
Her eyes fell on his carotid artery, planning to directly knock him out.
Just as Aldana Candi was about to strike, she heard noisy commotion not too far away. She paused and turned her head to see a woman in a white dress with bare feet, stumbling and running towards them from the crowd in a frightened state.
It seemed like Philip Shaw's men didn't dare to stop her, they just allowed her to run towards them.
