Chapter 262: Little Trey

"Ow!" The bald man shrieked as a kick sent him flying several yards. He curled over, clutching his stomach and groaning. "Get lost," Salvatore Casson said, his voice flat and cold. The gang scattered like startled birds. Vincenzo Lapwood spat to the side. "Bunch of trash." Salvatore glanced at him. "Fatty, didn't Desolate Hamlet have an even bigger estate?" "Yeah, yeah," Vincenzo said quickly. "But that place has hundreds of rooms. It's like a maze. People went in to explore once and got so...