Chapter 479 Leave? Is That Even Possible?
- His stomach clenched and cramped like mad. His face went ghost-pale, and he toppled straight to the floor.
- Gale Bush planted a boot on his face. Under the man’s panicked, hopeless stare, Gale pulled out a silver needle with a blackened tip—clearly poisoned—and drove it into the side of his neck.
- The man convulsed hard.