Frank glanced at Dwight’s vile smile even as he tried to play both sides.

“Move.” He growled a single word.

Dwight’s smile stiffened. “You sure you want to do this, kid?”

“You’re asking for it,” Frank retorted as he slowly turned and glared Dwight in the eye. “Move if you want to live.”

His pompous threat only left Dwight laughing. “No one has ever spoken like that to me in this business.”

“Someone has now,” Frank pointed out, impassive.

Dwight was incensed right then and grabbed Frank by the shoulder as he launched a punch at Frank’s abdomen.

“You asked for this!” He flashed a bloodthirsty grin, already envisioning Frank’s stomach bursting apart from his single punch.

Pow!

smile faded, replaced

such a short distance—had struck Frank squarely in the abdomen

and even his shirt remained unscathed, and Dwight seemed to see a ripple unfurling away from his

by Dwight’s punch as it deflected the weight of

Crack.

his knuckles ruptured, his skin and flesh peeling away as his bone turned to

two seconds, his

the top of his lungs even as he clutched the stump

did not afford

Smack!

so hard that his neck

number thirty-two was eliminated

“Wait, what?”

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