As soon as one of his feet stepped near enough, Violet lifted her left leg lazily and sent the fast approaching man flying towards the tall metal fences.
Everything happened in a few seconds, in a few blur frames. The guy's head crashed against the painted metal bars, blood rushing out of his wound. The man didn't move anymore, his once active and disgustingly enthusiastic body turned into a hibernating corpse.
"Wha-is he dead?!"
Rosette exclaimed inside the car.
"D-don't worry, Miss Violet wouldn't go as far as killing people. He must be just unconscious."
The driver replied, his hands tightening around the steering wheel of the car even though the car wasn't in motion.
Violet returned to her lazy, crouched posture. Her expression was hard to see from inside the car, but the ones in front of her can clearly see her face. It was different—different from what they initially encountered earlier.
