Everyone, Don't Move

The knife sliced through the air, heading straight for Cynthia Shannon.

“Watch out—” Mr. Griffin's face immediately turned pale, his pupils shrinking.

Cynthia seemed to be prepared, and when the skinny man lunged at her with the dagger, she stepped aside, simultaneously grabbing his wrist and forcefully bending it backward.

He winced in pain and let go of the knife, which fell to the ground.

With a powerful kick of her foot, she sent the knife sliding to Mr. Griffin's feet.

Following that, she executed a clean and efficient elbow strike, tilted her shoulder, and reversed her grip on the skinny man's arm, executing a shoulder throw.

A loud “thud” resounded, and a cloud of dust filled the air.

The skinny man was left sprawled on the ground in a disheveled state. If it weren't for Mr. Griffin being occupied with cutting ropes, he would have jumped up and applauded.

The chubby man watched his companion's miserable state and seethed with anger. “Damn it!”