Chapter 626: The Underworld Isn't About Killing

But Jimmy Yale's fist came in a flash; Xander Santee was still too slow. He barely moved before Jimmy Yale's knuckles landed square on his forehead. Bang! A dull thud rang out, and Xander Santee shot sideways as if a slab of iron had slammed into him. He crashed hard to the floor and didn't even manage a scream before he died. His end was no better than Alec Hayde's. A crack split his forehead, blood surging out to pool on the floor in seconds. "With that? You thought you could stop me?" Jimmy...