Chapter 115: A miracle-working divine doctor-and a cold-blooded butcher

At this point, Royce knew the assassins had very likely fallen into the other side's hands; trying to wriggle out of it would have been pointless. His gaze went glacial, a murderous chill flooding his eyes. Nathaniel caught his boss's meaning at once and moved to strike. They had once belonged to the Scarletto Gang; brawling and killing were routine. As the gang's former vice president, Royce's strength was nothing to sneeze at. Seeing that Tate Jubbs had come to him with only one bodyguard, a...