Chapter 37 Watch Your Back Man

• Drakes POV
• Ten security guards sealed off the reception hall, trapping me in their center with a heavily built guy who looks like a heavyweight champion. I’m guessing that he is their best soldier, and they have chosen him to take me out. I have a fully loaded gun safely hidden at the back of my suit I also have a knife strapped to my ankle, which could do some damage if needed. But as I focus my eyes on the pathetic fools, I knew it would be a waste if I pulled out my gun on them. Using my knives or any other weapon would be too messy. So I decided to use my fist instead. Trust me, when I’m done with these idiots, they would all wish I’d pulled my gun on them instead.
• I prepared to strike my first assailant in the groin with a balled fist; he grabbed my arm and twisted as I swung. I recoiled in pain but got over it. I grabbed his legs and pulled him down onto the concrete. His head slammed against the tiles and his blood spilled over.