Mary had fallen to the ground, and she could feel a likely injury at her elbow. She could only prop herself up with one hand to straighten her body.
With a pair of angry eyes, she looked at the person standing in front of her, the one who had ruined her life, or so she believed.
"You!" She was now completely unable to speak, only managing to spit the word out from between clenched teeth, squeezing it through her gritted teeth.
Joe gazed at the figure on the ground, as insignificant as an ant, without a shred of mercy.
Seeing her face contorted with resentment, a sneer crossed Joe's eyes.
How could she expect to take revenge on them through their hands without paying a price...
Mary struggled to rise from the floor, but her elbow throbbed with pain whenever she moved.
She let out a soft grunt, still lifting her head to look up at Joe, who towered over her, her expression even more twisted due to the pain.
"You..."
