Chapter 106: Black Hands, Drinking the Guards Dry

Outside Quiney Manor. The sun had just climbed over the horizon. A young man in black appeared at the gate, tall and straight-backed, with sharp brows and bright, cold eyes. His presence carried a quiet, cutting pressure. It was none other than Pierce Looske. He did not linger. He walked straight toward the Quiney estate. A Quiney guard started to step up and block him, but before he could even get a word out, Pierce's fist shot forward. The punch landed like a battering ram. The guard flew...