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

at such a short distance—had struck Frank squarely in the abdomen as

even his shirt remained unscathed, and Dwight seemed to see a ripple unfurling away from his

vigor stirred by Dwight's punch as it deflected

Crack.

his knuckles ruptured, his skin and flesh peeling away as his bone turned to

just two seconds, his right knuckled

his lungs even as he clutched the stump that was

not afford him another

Smack!

hard that his neck

thirty-two was eliminated

"Wait, what?"

crowd of hitmen around Frank was stunned by the scene, and some were already thinking

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