Even if Quill did not grab Willow today, they would have attacked anyway.

Sean nodded gently and walked straight to Quill without saying anything.

"Did I lose?"

Sean asked indifferently, looking condescendingly at Quill.

"You loser! You're a loser! You will always be a loser!

"Try laying a hand on me. You'll regret it!"

Quill's eyes were red as he shouted like a madman.

Sean had lost interest in talking to him.

"Which hand did you hit Willow with?"

Sean asked in a whisper as he folded his cuffs.

"Commander, he doesn't deserve having you hit him yourself."

Zander lowered his voice and said to Sean.

"No, I want to do it myself."

Sean shook his head and folded his other cuff.

Zander was silent for two seconds before handing the knife to Sean.

"Which hand hit her?"

Sean asked again, knife in hand.

"F*cking hit me! You loser!"

Quill was still swearing at Sean.

"If you can't tell me which one, I'll take it that you used both hands."

As soon as Sean spoke, Harry pulled Qui