Chapter 420: Next Time, I'll Kill You

What did that mean? Cripple Shirvinton's heart clenched as a bad feeling surged up his spine. Diego Santee wore that half-smile that wasn't quite a smile, and Cripple Shirvinton's grip on the Iron Bowl tightened on its own. "What the hell do you mean?" he demanded through gritted teeth, his voice cold. "You'll find out later." Diego didn't bother explaining. He only shook his head. That reaction unsettled Cripple Shirvinton even more. His thoughts churned, itchy and frantic, like ants crawling...