The laughter in the private room comes to an abrupt halt.
So many people, yet not one of them saw how the girl got in, and how she had managed to press a man against the wall and break his neck.
Time stood still.
Leaving the man who attacked Yvette Foster, Chloe helped Yvette to her feet, placing her hand on her pulse.
She had only fainted from a heavy blow; she was not seriously injured.
The piercing gaze like a knife fell on Sebastian Wilson.
"Are you the mastermind?"
"No, no…"
"Fuck, she killed someone." A man raises the glass bottle in his hand to throw at Chloe.
"Bang."
The glass bottle shatters in his hand.
Chloe's figure moves.
At a speed visible to the naked eye, she delivers a few swift and handsome attacks, elbows, and knees, each strike breaking bones.
The snapping sounds in the private room make one's scalp tingle.
"Ca... Call the police..." Sebastian Wilson is scared to piss himself.
His assistant rolls his eyes and chooses to pass out on the spot.