Chapter 294: Killing with a Flick of the Fingers

When Gary Looske swept in with a small army, they found Augustus Looske bandaged up and lying in the back of his Rolls-Royce, an IV drip hanging to dull the pain. His bodyguards were no better-wrapped in gauze, slumped outside the little courtyard gate, faces twisted with agony. Lance Lapwood still lay unconscious. The place looked like a disaster zone. People who didn't know what had happened might have mistaken them for refugees fleeing a calamity. "What the hell happened?" Gary stepped out...