"Ah..."
The crowd around constantly let out exclamations—it was the voice of a woman. Even the men watching the commotion were startled by Sophie Foster's actions. For a moment, exclamations, gasps, and whispers merged into one. At this moment, Sophie Foster's eardrums seemed deaf; she couldn't hear anything. A voice was telling her she needed to leave, and she could only do so by taking down this man.
The drunkard was also startled by Sophie Foster's sudden move. His thick hands covered the spot pierced by the beer bottle. He opened his mouth, dumbfounded, seemingly forgetting to react. Suddenly, there was a sharp pain in his lower abdomen as the beer bottle was pulled out and then stabbed again to the side...
Sophie Foster didn't know how she left the bar. In a dazed state, she seemed to be dragged out by someone and shoved into a car. When she came to, she was facing two men in uniform.
