Chapter 295: Brutal Beating

Sunny Kittow's face twisted with rage. "You filthy bitch. You're asking to die." With a cold snort, he swept both legs out in a vicious arc, heavy and explosive. Unlike Jefferson Salkield, whose body had long been hollowed out by booze and women, Sunny had just returned from training in a Martial Arts sect. His strength was anything but ordinary. He was already a Grandmaster, a rising star the Kittow family poured resources into. His only flaw was that he did whatever he pleased, and his appetite...