Chapter 90: Not Begging Anymore-Now You're Working Security?

Though the elders of the Vert Gang weren't picked solely for their fighting skills, anyone who made it to that rank was no slouch. As he dropped, Tony kicked off the wall in sharp, practiced bursts to bleed off momentum, landing smoothly in a crouch. A split second later, a bank card with $100 million on it whistled down and slipped straight into his breast pocket, almost like it was pulled by a string. He tilted his head, eyes to the sky, his expression ice-cold. When a real pro made a move,...