Chapter 125: This Is Yours to Handle

They were still on a crowded, noisy street, with a thick ring of onlookers. Yet no one dared to speak. A few children burst into sobs, and their parents clamped hands over their mouths to smother every sound. From the bar at the center, dread rippled outward. People barely breathed. A man jumped straight out of the helicopter-no harness, no safety gear. He dropped from more than thirty feet as if stepping off a curb. No, it had been two people, because he was carrying someone one‑handed. Only...