Chapter 278: Murder by Needles!

The hall lay in gloom. Poison Lizard looked to be in his thirties-gaunt, sallow-skinned, about five foot ten. A venomous lizard tattoo crawled up his neck, stark against the camouflage that wrapped his lean frame. He radiated a feral, untamed edge. A cigar hung from the corner of his mouth as he slouched on the sofa, smoke curling lazily. He eyed the middle-aged man in a black suit across from him and rumbled, "Orion Soto, it's been years. You haven't aged a day." Orion's slightly puffy face creased...