"And not only did you fail to get anything from her, you gave her our things, and then he..."
As he spoke, he pointed at the man in camouflage. The handprint on the man's face was clear and distinct, a sign that he hadn't held back on himself.
He had been stunned when he saw it happen from the car.
The woman hadn't done a thing, yet his partner had ended up like this.
Once inside the car, the four of them were silent.
They were surprised by their own reactions, but for some reason, they felt no regret. Instead, they felt a sense of relief, thankful that they had acted as they did.
Just then, the driver spoke up tentatively, "Is that woman really that powerful?"
The man in camouflage nodded. "Yes, she is. Very powerful. We never saw her make a move, but she just felt incredibly dangerous!"
"You weren't there, so you might not get it. It's the kind of feeling deep in your gut, just screaming at you to get away from her!"
The driver was astonished to hear this.
