Dillon, like a divine weapon, appeared at the entrance of the cellar with dozens of policemen.
"Abigail, you have been surrounded. Put down your knife and surrender!"
She laughed out loud. Although she still wanted to struggle, she knew very well that this time, she was finally at the end of her rope.
Abigail didn't expect that the police would come so fast.
"Blair, you're always so lucky. But I don't believe that you'll be so lucky for the rest of your life."
Her expression suddenly changed. The blade turned and stabbed straight into her chest.
"Blair!" Reed's exclamation almost caused time to come to a standstill.
A large patch of dark red spread out in front of her eyes. The moment the knife pierced into her flesh, it splashed in all directions, causing half of Abigail's face to
