Chapter 500: Worry

Adler caught Ford making a move out of the corner of his eye, snapped back to himself, and roared, "You rats, every last one of you deserves to die!" His voice rumbled like a beast's snarl. He stopped holding back, shed every hesitation, and drove a fist straight at Ford. Thud! Their knuckles crashed together with a dull report. Ford shot backward, staggering seven or eight steps before he finally steadied himself. Adler didn't budge an inch. He stood his ground, eyes blazing with a murderous...