Martin was even more terrified now than he had been when facing Burke earlier.
Both were maniacs, but compared to this woman, Burke was like a small fry facing a giant, not even in the same league.
"It's all over, truly over!" Martin's face showed despair with not a glimmer of hope.
Just dealing with Burke was enough to make him despair, but now with this psychotic female killer, the situation was beyond dire—he had no ability to resist at all.
"Who the hell are you?" Burke saw the woman approaching step by step, his voice cold and hoarse as he questioned, hastily picking up a short knife with his uninjured hand, his eyes flashing with a cold light.
The woman did not answer Burke, nor did she even glance at him, her emotionless eyes just fixed on Martin.
Martin felt the woman's gaze,
