When he lunged at her, the man instantly felt something pierce his chest, and a sharp, prickling pain spread out, "Ugh." He groaned.
His entire body froze, his eyes widening in terror as he stared at Hope Williams's fierce face.
Seeing that there was no movement for a while.
The people on the sidelines burst into laughter.
"Hey, why aren't you moving, are you incapable or what..."
"Hahaha, if you can't, just switch to someone else, it's embarrassing."
Hope Williams gritted her teeth, pulled out the knife, and shoved the man away.
The man's body stiffened and rolled to the ground, his chest still bleeding profusely.
A strong scent of blood instantly filled the air.
The laughter abruptly stopped.
Asher Ross's face changed, and he suddenly stood up from the sofa, looking at the fallen man and the bloody knife in Hope Williams's hand.
"Hope Williams, how dare you..."
"Bang."
"Ah!"
