"The person I'm looking for is you."
The assistant scurries away, clutching his head in fear.
Marcellus Dankworth, late to react, covers his face, screaming: "Ah..."
The whip slash diagonally crossed from the left eye to the right lower jaw, creating a split skin that was gruesomely brutal.
That whip strike snuffed out all of Marcellus Dankworth's fanciful thoughts, his eyes instantly filled with intensity. He stared fiercely at Kelly Martinez, "You dare hit me? You're dead."
Only then did he notice Aubree Groove, standing silently behind Kelly, as if she were invisible. But at this point, he can't afford to contemplate any further.
This was the first time in his life someone dared to hit his face.
In his eyes, the woman standing in front of him was already dead.
"Oh, I'm so scared." Kelly rolled her eyes and lashed out with another whip strike.
"Here's another one for you from this lady."
