"Let's forget about the handprint, there's no inkpad here, I think..."
"No need for that," Dylan Young suddenly grabbed the half-empty beer bottle Arnold Glenn was drinking from and smashed it on the table with a crash, shattering the wine bottle.
Arnold Glenn was shocked: "What are you doing?"
Dylan Young yanked Arnold Glenn's hand and sliced her finger with a piece of glass shard, blood flowed quickly.
Arnold Glenn cried out in pain: "What are you doing?"
Dylan Young pressed the bleeding finger hard onto his signature.
Once the blood fingerprint was pressed in place, he released Arnold Glenn's hand and pulled a handkerchief from his pocket to wipe his hand, "That's enough."
After wiping his hand, he picked up the piece of paper, folded it twice, and slipped it into his pocket.
He finished the series of actions very quickly, Arnold Glenn shook off the beads of blood from his hand: "Hey, is that it?"
