Chapter 112: What if the Problem Is You're Just That Bad?

On the platform, a boy in loose gray clothes stood with a vacant gaze, deaf to the roar of the hundreds crammed belowdecks, as if none of it had anything to do with him. His right fist was slick with blood. About ten feet in front of him, a hulking man lay sprawled on the floor, no breath left in his chest. "Shit, he flattened another one of mine!" Ramon Nelson ground his teeth, helpless and furious. "Ever consider this?" Pierce Jackson turned and gave Ramon a cool glance. "What?" "Maybe you...