Chapter 73: The Davis Family In Trouble

Blood ran everywhere.  The brute's lower leg snapped. The brute who had been grinding his boot into Harry rolled on the ground, screaming.  The other thugs froze, faces draining of color.  Then their eyes went feral. Viciousness twisted their features, and they lunged for Oliver like a pack of wolves. "You little punk! You laid a hand on someone from the Jaxton Gang!" "You've got a death wish!" Oliver's face stayed cold. This was his turf.  They had swaggered in here, beaten all the...