A haughty and carefree sort of laughter was heard.
Lucille suddenly turned around and slapped Hayes twice in the face.
"If you say something like that again, I'll rip your mouth off."
Lucille grabbed Hayes' collar. Her expression was no longer as calm as it was earlier. There was even a hint of an unprecedented evil in her. It was cold and intense.
Hayes shivered.
He didn't know if it was just an illusion, but he could feel a horrible aura from Lucille that he had never witnessed before.
He even felt that Lucille was more demon-like than Joseph. She was more like... an omen of death.
Hayes instantly fell silent.
Meanwhile, Hayes's father and grandfather recovered from their shock. When they saw the wounds on their precious Hayes' face as well as the finger marks, they reached out to Lucille with great anger.
Just as the slap was about to land on Lucille's face, the little hawk was already prepared to retaliate.