After Oliver Baird ordered to block them, he quickly drove the car to chase after them, leaving Chloe Baird here to watch King, worried that there might be some remnants appearing.
"Like watching me?" Chloe Baird jumped onto the blood-stained ring, biting her lip, drawing out a hairpin and aiming to stab it into King's dark green eyes, but was stopped by Rogers.
"Can you leave him to me?" Rogers said softly. He was a doctor, and the scent of blood wasn't strange to him anymore, but now he felt quite nauseous.
"In the future, whatever I request, no matter the time or thing, you will agree..." Chloe Baird stood up, her delicate face with a look of indifference.
"Deal..." Rogers nodded, agreeing solemnly.
To her, plucking out those eyes wasn't of much use, but exchanging for a future request she could make at any time was a bargain she gained.
This was also what Oliver Baird taught her; something useless to you might be the most important thing to others, so use it wisely.
