Chapter 108: The Rose Tattoo

Flattened on the floor, Wilder Yale found an old slogan popping into his head against his will: "Same formula, same flavor-dammit, that familiar feeling is back." The only difference was that last time, Levi Casson had merely rolled his shoulder. This time, Levi was plainly angry. Even with less than a tenth of his strength behind that one strike, it had been more than enough to make Wilder pay dearly. Everyone inside the Royal City Nightclub stared, slack-jawed. The famous Wilder Yale, ace of...