Chapter 111 A Kingsman (Ii)

• The guy charged for him, and Maksim grabbed his fist. The attacker’s second hand came for another punch, and he palmed it. The man struggled. “I’ll ask once, who sent you?”
• All Maksim got in return was an angry groan. Smirking, he forced the assaulter’s hands behind him, ignoring his screams as his bones cracked. The man fell to his knees, whining. He towered above him, his hand slipping into his pocket to grab the fork he hid there. Tugging the mask off his face, he fisted the man’s hair, forcing it to the side to check the tattoo on his neck.
• A Kingsman.