Chapter 227: I think you're the ones with a death wish!

A chill flashed across Diego Santee's face. He turned his wrist and slipped smartly to the side. The middle-aged woman came in too fast to stop. Thud! She slammed into the decorative pillar beside the stage. "Ouch!" Clutching her shoulder, she went limp and slid to the floor, flopping back into a sit. She slapped her thighs and made a scene. "You little beast! Bullying your elders! And you stole my gold bars!" "You broke pauper, I'm telling you, even if you've got those bars in your hand,...