Chapter 87: A Clean Sweep

Wow... The air was tense as a disheveled girl stood beside a group of hulking men. The leader, a burly man with a scarred face, wore a thick gold chain around his neck and had a dragon tattoo on his arm. His lean accomplices clutched batons. "Dragon, he... he took my phone and called the police!" the girl exclaimed in panic. "What?" Dragon's expression shifted dramatically. "You called the cops? You bastard!" Carter Hauk sneered, eyeing the kitchen knife in my hand with caution before exploding...