"Boom—!" With that, the car flipped over, and after several rolls, it finally came to a stop. She was thrown out while the car was rolling over and lay on the ground, struggling to look towards the overturned sedan not far away.
"Hiss—" There was a sound, followed by a burst of flames from the leaking gasoline. It took nearly a blink of an eye for the sedan carrying her parents to explode.
Amanda Smith stared fixedly in the direction of the explosion, blood streaming down her forehead and into her eyes, turning her vision blood-red.
Not far away, numerous black sedans came to a stop.
Amanda's breathing became rapid; she heard footsteps, cold, commanding, carrying an indescribable pressure.
Those footsteps steadily and composedly moved from a short distance away to her side, stopping in front of her eyes.
Through her blood-red vision, she saw a pair of black leather shoes.
Amanda lifted her gaze slightly and met a pair of eyes as sharp and cold as those of a hawk.