Chapter 122: Dropping by the Jaxton Gang Headquarters!

Malcolm's forearm snapped under Oliver Morris's heel. The pain tore through him-brutal and blinding. But Malcolm wasn't just any thug. As the Jaxton Gang's heir and Jaxton's own son, he was a martial artist. He hadn't stepped into the Noir Realm yet-he was only in the Lumos Realm-but he could grit his teeth and tough it out. A moment ago he'd been yelling for his men to kill Oliver-not just out of rage. He'd planted a Noir Realm expert in that swarm of men. As the young master of the Jaxton Gang,...