Chapter 152: Running His Mouth

The car rolled out of the high-speed rail station. Brock Yale sat in his seat. Then he noticed it. Several people with oppressive auras had already settled in around him. They looked like they were sitting at random, scattered through the rows, but the angles were too clean, the spacing too deliberate. They had him boxed in. Brock Yale smiled faintly. "This whole car is yours." He leaned back, voice calm. "If you've got something to say, stop circling and get to the point." "Whoosh!" More...