Muttering curses under her breath.
"Can't you just keep quiet!" Sixth Hoffman flared his nostrils and glared, his biceps bulging menacingly, "If you don't behave, believe it or not, I'll beat you!"
These wanderers, often scolded, sometimes really dare not play by the rules.
They wouldn't go easy on someone like Emma when it came to physical confrontations.
Although Emma was furious, seeing Sixth Hoffman in that state did make her somewhat more subdued.
She comforted herself in her mind, convinced that Wayne Lane would definitely come back to save her.
But such comfort lasted almost half a day; she didn't see Wayne Lane, instead, the person she now feared most, Hannah, arrived.
"Long time no see, sister."
As night fell, silence enveloped everything.
Looking at the bright, delicate face before her, Emma felt as if she had seen a ghost, her face turning deathly pale.
She whimpered, her eyes glued on Hannah, as if wishing to smash all her hatred and fear onto Hannah.
