Chapter 782: Someone You Can't Afford to Cross

Two vehicles rolled up front and eased to a stop. Four or five burly men poured out at once. They were built like oxen, muscles packed tight, their eyes carrying a faint, murderous chill. Jimmy Yale only needed one glance to tell they had trained. None of them had condensed Inner Strength, but in a fight they were on par with the young men in black who were already sprawled on the ground. Then a well-dressed middle-aged man stepped out of the car. He looked a little over thirty, wore a fitted...