The two of them locked eyes.
Frank Holland had already looked away when he heard her suddenly shout, "Thief!"
As soon as she said it, she stood sideways next to the cart, blocking the path.
Mia Ginger had thought it through; the space was limited, and the boy looked so weak, while Frank was tall and strong, surely he could easily subdue him in no time?
Who would've thought—
The moment she spoke, the boy suddenly flashed a small knife from his sleeve, and it was about to come at her face.
Whether he was just trying to scare her or going through with it, Mia was stunned and quickly grabbed his wrist. The boy twisted his wrist skillfully, and the knife sliced across her wrist, making blood gush out painfully.
Mia was dumbfounded, letting go of him from the pain.
The boy didn't stop either, lifting his leg and somehow flying over from her cart.
