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!

smile faded, replaced

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

even his shirt remained unscathed, and Dwight seemed to

pure vigor stirred by Dwight's punch as it deflected

Crack.

skin and flesh

two seconds, his

he screamed at the top of his lungs even as he clutched the

did not afford him another

Smack!

his neck

number thirty-two was eliminated

"Wait, what?"

of hitmen around Frank was stunned by the scene, and

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