At those words, the girl's eyes instantly reddened.
From her broken account, Suzy pieced together the story.
The three of them were siblings. Their family had run a gold and jewelry business.
After the typhoon struck, this group had broken into their home—murdered their parents, looted all the gold, and tied the children up.
They had been starving for days.
If this continued, death was inevitable.
Hearing movement outside, the girl had clung to her last sliver of hope and called out for help. And somehow, help had truly come.
Just as she finished speaking, she suddenly lunged forward.
"Miss, watch out!"
Suzy was knocked backward, her back slamming hard against the sharp edge of a table.
Turning her head, she saw that the middle-aged woman had somehow struggled back up and charged at her again, eyes filled with such venom it was almost tangible.
This time, Suzy didn't hesitate.
She raised the crossbow and fired.
The bolt pierced straight through the woman's chest.
