Unfortunately, Anderson was, after all, a child.
Even if he hit two or three men in black, what could he do?
He didn't run a few steps before he was caught again.
He struggled in vain.
He was once again brought before Athena.
At this time, his hands were in his pockets. Suddenly he took them out and threw a goose egg directly at Athena.
By the time Athena realized it, it was too late. She turned her head to avoid her eyes, but the goose egg still hit her forehead.
The pain spread, but she didn't even groan.
Blood trickled down her forehead, the bright red was scorching hot in the sun, and it hurt people's eyes.
Seeing that Athena didn't react at all, let alone change her expression, Anderson's heart sank.
The calmer it was, the more it meant that the storm was coming.
Because calmness was almost terrible.
Athena raised her hand and wiped the blood from her forehead. Her fingers were covered with fresh red.
She kept looking at Anderson, put her fingers in her mouth, tasted the taste of fresh blood, and the corners of her lips curled into a strange smile.
Then she dipped more fresh blood with her index finger and painted her lips a charming and bright blood color along her lip shape, like applying lipstick.
After finishing, Athena asked, "How is it, little brother? Pretty?"
Such behavior made Anderson gasp.
This woman was not ordinary.
Not only was she very scary, but she was also mentally abnormal.
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