"Damn it! Boss! Shit, let's fight them! Attack!"
The remaining four men, their eyes bloodshot, roared and charged, attacking from both front and back.
Enna Clark watched with trepidation, biting her lower lip as she quickened her pace.
She remembered the two men had pulled out steel pipes from the carriage; if they hadn't taken all of them, there should still be some inside.
She had to go and look!
She was so focused on finding a steel pipe that she didn't notice the roughly voiced man who had been thrown out was already up, picking up a knife from the ground and silently approaching her from behind...
Baron Lawrence, locked in fierce combat, saw what was happening. His eyes, dark as obsidian, suddenly became cold and fierce. Ignoring the danger to his arm that was being slashed at, he grabbed one of the men's wrists and kicked him in the side—
"Ah!" The man screamed, going limp.