Chapter 405 You Had Your Chance
- “Stop bragging, you jerk!” the tattooed youngster barked, gritting his teeth. Though he had been in many fights, none of them compared to this one.
- If word of several dozen of my men failing to subdue a cripple got out, I would be a laughingstock.
- “Only one way to find out if I'm bragging. Come at me. I'm unarmed.”