Chapter 207: We Believe You

With his identity called out, Rayden Smut did not panic. He shook out his arms, still tingling from the impact, and fixed Miller Cutmore with a hawk's stare. Kobe Quinny pushed himself upright, both hands clamped over his stomach as nausea rolled through him. The aftershock from that kick still had not fully faded. "Preston!" Waylon Halenkamp pressed a hand to his ribs and limped to Preston Lawne's side. He hauled him up and searched his face. "You good?" Preston did not answer. He only stared...