"Thorns? I happen to like picking flowers with thorns!"
Carter had a cigarette dangling from his lips as he sauntered over to Bertha Haines, eyeing her with unapologetic boldness.
Faced with a group of men who looked fierce and menacing, Bertha remained unafraid. It wasn't because she was skilled in martial arts, but because Amos Smith's bodyguard had already contacted Manson.
She had seen Manson's skills before; taking on ten men at once probably wouldn't be an issue for him.
Bertha lifted her chin slightly, pointing towards 'Little Lamb' with her hand: "Him, he's my brother. Give him back to me, or else today you're going to walk in but leave lying down!"
In the past, when she encountered such situations, Bertha mostly endured in silence. Even if she couldn't bear it, she would solve it with her fists.
Now, she finally could speak up and discovered that verbally attacking others seemed to be more satisfying than physically educating them.
