The men looked at the stairs as they heard heels clicking, Isabella was coming up. They tired not to shiver in fear when they saw her appearance, she was drenched in blood from head to toe while she carried a transparent plastic bag. They tired not to vomit when they saw four pairs of eyes in it, her katana was still in her hand dripping with blood. There was so much blood on it, weirdly the blood was not getting off, it was stuck to it like the sword was absorbing the blood.
Isabella smirked and gestured them to come with her out. Men followed her from behind. Isabella looked at the guard who still lying lifeless outside the café.
“Throw him inside.”; Both men looked at each other and nodded. They dragged the man whose body was now stiff therefore it was hard for them to drag it inside
