Chapter 637: Robbing the Rich to Help the Poor? A Walking Charity?

Andrew Shuter watched Daniel Lyson close in on him, step by step, and panic snapped his nerves. He spun and bolted. He had barely turned before more than a dozen men surged in from outside. "Move, asshole! Don't block the way!" Before Andrew could even react, someone slammed into him and sent him sprawling. Boots followed. They stomped him a few times for good measure, and pain tore a howl out of him. "You bastards are dead! I'll slaughter you! I swear I'll slaughter you!" Smack! A guy passing...