When the cold knife was pressed against her slender neck, the surrounding people immediately screamed in panic.
Cierra pursed her lips as she looked at everything in front of her.
Some of the people around her were running away, while others were looking at her worriedly in the distance. At the same time, there were also people who were walking toward her against the crowd.
At the front was the thinnest man, Harold. His cold eyes were full of ferocity as he pressed forward step by step. "Let her go!"
"Stop right there!"
Cierra felt a slight pain in her neck, and a warm liquid slid down her neck into her clothes.
The three men on the opposite side also stood still, and they stared at the knife.
The first one to calm down was William. He pulled Harold aside and said coldly, trying to suppress his anger.