Chapter 899

Phantom Eye was not dead, but by the time he was dragged to West End, his condition certainly was not any better than Micheal’s. His internal organs were wrecked, his jaw was fractured, and he had a concussion. On top of that, several of his nerves were completely shot.

“Wake him up!”

At Andrew’s command, a bucket of ice–cold water was dumped over Phantom Eye’s body.

His whole body jolted as he gasped awake. The second he regained consciousness, he started coughing uncontrollably, his mouth still dripping with blood.

“You’re Phantom Eye, the guy Kenny sent to pull off a rescue, huh?” Andrew said casually. “Doesn’t look like you did too well, man—you’re in pretty bad shape.”

Phantom Eye’s expression darkened as he scanned his surroundings. “You’re the first person who’s dared to look down on me. I might be a little banged up right now, but killing you would still be a piece of cake.”

Andrew smirked. “Are you sure about that? You’re just a little banged up?”

Phantom Eye’s face stiffened, but he refused to back down. “Of course. I’m a ranked fighter on the Underworld Index. You think some damn woman could really do this to me?”

Andrew did not respond. Instead, he casually motioned behind him. Phantom Eye and called out, “Shiloh, get over here. This guy’s talking trash about you–called you a ‘damn woman‘.”

Shiloh strolled forward, her movements calm and unhurried. When Phantom Eye laid eyes on her, his entire body shuddered, like a small animal sensing its

step, Shiloh walked toward

are you doing? I was just caught off guard before! If you’ve got the guts, wait until I’m fully healed, and then I’ll—”

for him to finish, and two brutal slaps landed square on his face, sending his massive, two- hundred–pound frame flying. He hit the ground hard, kicking up

mouthful of blood.

Phantom Eye forced his head up, barely able to focus on Shiloh’s face. One

talk this out,” he rasped desperately. “No need for violence… Hurting people ruins the mood, y’know?”

was hoarse, but he was obviously begging.

a man whose ego had soared through the rooftops

a hundred top–tier martial artists in his

kitten, but the way she fought was like a goddamn wrecking ball. She

for him, and it was

for you, just like you asked,” Shiloh said, turning to

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completely indifferent like she had just smacked around some lowlife on the street. Then,

shoes got wrecked. You’re paying

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