Chapter 115: Defection

"This Mediterranean geezer sure knows how to live it up," Marcellus Casson muttered. He did a quick check on the guy's abilities-Internal Strength Level Three. Definitely not some nobody. Even though he's not as strong as me, if he made a run for it, I'm not sure I could stop him. Good thing I called Lord Keaton over. "Boss, should I wake him up now?" "No rush, I have an idea." Keaton Lyson flashed a wicked grin, rummaging around Creed Upton's villa for a rope and a kitchen knife. Seizing the...