Chapter 177: Gustave's Crushing Defeat, Everett's Fury

At that, several martial artists instinctively edged backward, trying not to make a sound. The car doors stood open. They spotted one that was still idling, piled in without a word, and shot out of the courtyard without so much as a backward glance. In under thirty seconds, the car vanished from sight. "..." Dominic Simpson was at a loss for words. Those guys are useless at everything except running away. He should never have brought this trash here. He had thought they could at least slow Evan...