Chapter 153: Holding the Line Alone

"Boom!" Salvatore Casson's fist crashed into the black-clad man's chest, launching him like a cannonball straight at Adam Cath. Adam sprang up to dodge, but the body still clipped his shoulder. Pain tore a shout from him and he collapsed back onto the sofa. The black-clad man's mouth kept spilling blood. A wet, rattling "gurgle, gurgle, gurgle" rose from his throat as he coughed again and again, completely stripped of any will to fight. The room froze in shock. Even Natasha Cutmore hadn't expected...