Joanna Ramsey sat in the car, watching the man not far away who seemed intent on killing someone, and she became somewhat frightened.
She pushed the car door open, her legs weak as she walked towards Victor Bennett, and despite her efforts to control herself, she couldn't stop sobbing and hiccuping.
The young girl walked to the side of the man who had gone mad and hugged his arm, her voice hoarse.
"Victor, hic Victor Bennett, don't, hic, hit anymore, he'll die, hic, someone will die..." The girl was crying in gasps, yet she still held onto the man tightly.
The person on the ground had been beaten so badly that he couldn't make a sound, only continuously whimpering.
Victor Bennett was enraged at this moment, and seeing Joanna Ramsey trying to stop him, he became even angrier.
"Joanna Ramsey, are you fucking stupid? Didn't I tell you not to run around? Do you fucking know if I hadn't come, you would have been..." His agitated shout was abruptly cut short.
