Chapter 232: I will make my move personally and avenge Vincent!

The street lay deathly still. Wind howled through, whipping up dust and the still-damp stench of blood. Danielle Balam and Jolie Zerba stood like petrified statues, dumbfounded. That earthshaking sword strike had shattered their worldview. Everything that had just happened felt more real-and more horrific-than any movie effect. In their world, the worst conflicts were neighbor spats or mall disputes. Yet the young man Danielle had scolded and looked down on at home not long ago had, with the...