He didn't wait for him to speak, Jackson Sully retracted his gaze and took another puff from the cigarette in hand, and said lightly, "What? You're here to seek justice for your woman?"
Before she finished speaking, pain shot through his chin as Shane Winchester stepped forward and fiercely pinched it, staring through the thin smoke into her eyes, darkly lined with heavy smoky makeup.
Jackson Sully looked up at him, the corners of his lips curled into a slight arc, his sexy lips moved slightly, then he exhaled a stream of smoke rings that landed all over Shane Winchester's face.
Shane Winchester looked like he was desperately holding back something, the force in his hand was great, and he seemed as if he wanted to shatter the heavily made-up woman in front of him.
Shane Winchester stared into her smudged, black eyes and said word for word, "Go and wash off your face!"
