Chapter 187

• He had only frozen, giving an opportunity for him to store because he felt the sharp edge of a knife digging under his ribs.
• It was a losing fight. He would have won if Dela Cruz had sticked to using hands for the fight. He always had to use unpleasant ways to get an upper hand...
• With the door locked, Dela Cruz felt like smoking. He pointed to Cecil. "You, the bodyguard of the Boss of Bosses, what are you doing here?"