"You can leave now, I didn't let you in!"
Julian Johnsons shouted angrily, then turned to the woman by his side and whispered, "There's something wrong."
"Yes." Isabella Lindsey agreed.
They shared the same sharp intuition. This place looked like the aftermath of a battle, and there was a faint smell of blood lingering in the air.
"Bring that woman over here!" Julian suddenly shouted fiercely.
Mellisa Winsor trembled all over with fear and stammered, "Mr. Johnsons, what... what are you going to do... She's just our family's tailor..."
Upon Mellisa's command, no one brought her over.
"Is that so?"
Julian curled his lips evilly, his figure moved like lightning, and in a blink, he stood before them.
Without speaking, he fiercely stomped on the middle-aged woman's spine, and instantly, the crack of breaking bones echoed in the air, scaring everyone into a cold sweat.
The middle-aged woman fell to the ground, blood trickling from her mouth, her face showing extreme agony.
