Chapter 184: Who Was Tougher, Man or Dog?

Ptoo! A short blade flashed and shot toward Carson's throat. At the last instant, Pierce Jackson snapped his head around and spat out a cigarette butt. Clang! The knife's arc jerked off course and plunged straight down. The tip bit into the concrete, skimming Carson's crotch so close his balls went cold. Carson glanced down, face draining. A hair closer and it would've skewered his junk. Ex-prisoner? No, what was Pierce Jackson's deal? Was he really from an ordinary working family? Carson...