Chapter 842: The Fate of a Traitor

Martin Lowell used the opening Jimmy Yale created to drop the remaining guards. In the blink of an eye, every last one of them lay sprawled across the floor. Some had been shocked unconscious, their bodies limp and still. Others had taken brutal hits to their joints and tendons and could only curl up on the ground, groaning through clenched teeth. "Mr. Yale, it's done," Martin said as he stepped up, respectful to the bone. After speaking, his gaze drifted toward the hole in the wall ahead. Dust...