Lita, who had been aggressive just now, could only lie on the ground and groan helplessly at this time.
Her head was full of blood, and her hair was stuck to her face. She curled up in pain, like a homeless wanderer.
Sara didn't see that scene, but the others saw it clearly. The gentle-looking adjutant grabbed Lita's hair and knocked her head hard on the ground, which was really scary. After a few moments, Lita's consciousness was not very clear.
But even so, Hank still felt that it was not enough.
As long as he thought of how this old woman had been injured by Sara, he would not be able to control the killing intent in his chest.
Sara raised her head and looked at him with wide eyes, "Uncle... your hand is shaking, what's wrong?"
Hank glanced at his hand, which was eager to break Lita's neck, and smiled,"I'm fine... maybe it's a sequela in the early years."