Chapter 30: Is It Really Too Much for a Bargain Dad to Discipline His Son?

To the punks, Atreus Lyson moved like a ghost. In the span of a dozen breaths, every last one of them was on the ground. Wails rose and fell in messy waves. Gerome clutched his knee and watched it happen, his face draining pale. He had never imagined that this skinny, bookish-looking guy was a monster who had been hiding his claws the whole time. With shaking hands, he yanked out his phone and dialed a number. The moment it connected, he roared into the mic, "Simon! Get over here! I got jumped...