"Then I'll just have to chop off your filthy hand first." The moment Evelyn Ford opened the door, her blade fell in a swift motion. Robert Rhodes's right hand, the one holding a knife, was severed cleanly at the wrist and fell to the ground.
A blood-curdling scream pierced the air. Several people, holding torches, opened their doors to see what the commotion was about. But when they saw the combat knife in Evelyn Ford's hand, glinting coldly and dripping with blood, the onlookers were so terrified they nearly collapsed. They all quickly ducked back into their homes. Officer Graham didn't move. Neither did the Rhodes Family, who had rushed over upon hearing the noise.
"Agh, it hurts! My hand! My hand's been cut off! Evelyn Ford, you bitch! I'm going to kill you! I'll make you pay with your life!"
Evelyn Ford thrust the tip of her combat knife toward Robert Rhodes's face. He instantly fell silent, staring at her and trembling uncontrollably.
"Might as well take the left one, too."
