Lawrence Winters' delicate hands looked harmless, yet they held Peter Grant in a stranglehold, his head tilted back, mouth agape, and eyes rolling, unable to breathe.
Her hands were particularly pale, while Peter Grant had a darker complexion.
This contrast was even more pronounced.
Edward Foster and Evan Stetford were aware of Lawrence Winters' combat abilities, so they temporarily remained silent.
The hall was deathly still.
Everyone's gaze fell on Lawrence Winters' hand, which gripped Peter Grant's throat.
Just now, Lawrence Winters moved so quickly that everyone only saw her silhouette flip, and in the blink of an eye, she was standing in front of Peter Grant.
In the blink of an eye, Peter Grant had gone from Feng Shui Master to a salted fish with fate gripping his throat.
