Our eyes met, and the powerful aura suppressed everyone present so much that they dared not say a word and sat there as if they were being pricked by pins and needles.
I stepped in, and Scarlett's men held out their hands to block my way.
"Eleanor Vance, there is no room for you here. Please leave."
I narrowed my eyes and sneered, "If you dare to block my way, you will break your hand."
"Tsk, who do you think you are? Do you still think you're the arrogant and superior Eleanor you used to be?"
When she spoke, her saliva landed on my face.
With the dog owner's support, her lackeys are naturally arrogant and domineering.
Just as she raised her hand to chase me out, I took out the ancestral dagger I carried with me and stabbed it hard into the palm of the lackey's hand, making her face bleed.
"Ah! It hurts so much!"
The lackey yelled and fell to the ground, crying and shouting in pain.
This scene scared everyone. They were very familiar with my thunderous methods.
I've been wandering between Wall Street and Underworld for years. If I didn't have a bit of ruthlessness, I would have been eaten up by others long ago.
"Didn't I tell you? If you stand in my way, your hands will be cut off."