Chapter 320 Victor Damone
- The man bent down and picked up the ring. Then he walked slowly into the alley, his footsteps echoing across the block.
- The Blackrats froze. The two thugs struggling with the granddaughter's blouse looked up in annoyance, and the one kicking the old woman stopped with his boot in the air.
- Volk squinted into the darkness. "Who the hell are you? Get lost, unless you want to die tonight!"