After saying this, Devonshire Hook hurriedly took out a handkerchief from his pocket and wiped the blood stains on his hands with a look of disgust.
Then, he opened the car window and threw it out.
After that, he no longer looked at his stained pants. He did not notice that the small notebook that he usually treasured in his pants pocket had disappeared.
...
On the other side, in the parking lot of the Beauty Group, Fernando curled up and wailed. After vomiting blood for a while, he finally recovered from the tearing pain of having a piece of his scalp ripped off.
Seeing that Devonshire Hook and his car had disappeared, he slowly got up from the ground, his eyes almost bloodshot.
"You're a beast, Devonshire Hook, a beast. No, you're worse than a beast!"