Chapter 159 Keep It Low-Key
- A man with a knife scar on his face shouted as he swung a club as thick as an arm, aiming straight for Dominic’s head like he didn’t care if someone died.
- “Zhang, don’t get someone killed!” the blond and the bald guy snapped when they saw him move.
- Dominic stood his ground. The muscles in his face twitched twice. Looked like the blond and Er Gou weren’t all bad—probably hadn’t done that much dirt.