The man's knife had long been knocked aside, its silvery blade gleaming, polished to a mirror shine.
The camera panned over again to show the man lying on the ground, his face contorted in pain. He tried to stand but couldn't, tried to scream but couldn't make a sound.
What surprised everyone was that there wasn't a single scratch on the man.
"If you didn't know better, you'd think this was a TV drama."
"Chloe Sinclair must have done it that way so she wouldn't leave any evidence."
"Anyway, we can testify that she was acting in self-defense!"
"For some reason, I feel bad for the guy."
"Feel bad my ass. Is the person above me some kind of saint? I wouldn't feel bad even if a guy like this was beaten to death."
"Yeah, if you feel bad for him, who's going to feel bad for the girl he abused? You pity him, but what about the girl and her parents? Don't they deserve pity?"
"Scumbags who traffic women and children should get the death penalty!"
