Chapter 615: No Bad Blood?

"You really have a death wish!" Jimmy Yale let out a cold snort, stepped in, clamped Walter's wrist, and gave it a vicious twist. Crack! His arm popped out of joint. "Aagh!" Walter screamed. The gun in his hand clattered to the floor. Jimmy's face stayed impassive. He slammed Walter to the ground, planted his boot on him, and said coldly, "You actually wanted to kill me?" As he finished, Jimmy crouched and picked up the gun from the floor, a playful look flickering across his face. The sight...