Back to the present...
"Kill that bitch!" one man roared, pointing at the redheaded woman.
The men immediately drew their knives, ready to hack her to death. However, they had barely taken a step when Brock's thunderous voice stopped them.
"STOP!" he yelled, slowly turning around, Eddie's head still in his arms. "Keep him safe…"
The man nodded and respectfully took the head. Brock leaned down, kissing Eddie's head before turning to the swordswoman.
"Step back," he instructed his gang. "This bitch's head belongs to me."
Perhaps in his rage, Brock forgot that Eddie never moved alone. If he was killed, it meant that the woman had handled several of them together.
Even though Brock was an evolver, his lackeys could feel something was wrong with the woman. Yet, no one dared to question him. Eddie's death had hit Brock hard, and no one wanted him to lash out at them.
