Chapter 555: Calling me grandpa won't help.

Everyone stared at Jimmy Yale, dazed, their eyes full of shock. Zane Shirvinton in particular stood frozen, locked in an incredulous pose. He was shaken to the core. His mind stampeded and crashed like a tsunami. His head rang, his thoughts short-circuited; he stood there like a puppet that no longer knew how to think. The others didn't look much better. They gaped at the goateed old man sprawled on the floor, then their gazes slid to Jimmy Yale, sharp with killing intent. Pupils shrank. Fear thickened. No...