Frank glanced at Dwight's vile smile even as he tried to play both sides.

"Move." He growled a single word.

Dwight's smile stiffened. "You sure you want to do this, kid?"

"You're asking for it," Frank retorted as he slowly turned and glared Dwight in the eye. "Move if you want to live."

His pompous threat only left Dwight laughing. "No one has ever spoken like that to me in this business."

"Someone has now," Frank pointed out, impassive.

Dwight was incensed right then and grabbed Frank by the shoulder as he launched a punch at Frank's abdomen.

"You asked for this!" He flashed a bloodthirsty grin, already envisioning Frank's stomach bursting apart from his single punch.

Pow!

faded, replaced by utter

victorious Crestone Fists—launched at such a short distance—had struck Frank squarely in

Dwight seemed to

vigor stirred by Dwight's punch as it deflected the weight of the strike

Crack.

his skin and flesh peeling away as his bone turned

two seconds, his right

the top of his lungs even

however, did not afford

Smack!

his neck twisted into

number thirty-two was eliminated

"Wait, what?"

of hitmen around Frank was stunned by the

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