Chapter 259 Drop Dead
- Right then, atop the roof, a mass of black fog suddenly bloomed behind Felix Cohen.
- The fog hardened in a heartbeat. A man in a black robe stepped out of it, his palm already slicing forward, aiming hard at Felix’s back.
- But Felix still looked unhinged—crying and laughing—like he’d lost it completely, not even noticing that vicious strike coming in hot.