He only felt his body gradually losing control, Henry Johnson grabbed his collar and swung a heavy punch. A trace of blood stained his lips as he struggled to raise his hand, using his thumb to wipe it away.
"Let me go, let me go!" Sophie Smith screamed exhaustively. Every time, for her, he had to endure so much pain.
Henry Johnson did not stop, punch after punch.
His clean shirt was stained with crimson blood, and he lay on the ground gasping for air.
No one knew how much time had passed; perhaps Henry Johnson was exhausted, and he finally stopped.
Christopher Smith weakly opened his eyes, looking at Asher Land lying on the ground and the heartbroken Sophie, a tear slipped from his old eyes.
He never expected Henry Johnson would actually kidnap him. Before, Henry was always by Oliver Johnson's side; he had no guard against him. He thought he, like Oliver, was concerned about him.
"Little Sophie…" Christopher's raspy voice sounded, and Sophie looked over in surprise.
