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!

yet, Dwight’s smile faded,

distance—had struck Frank squarely in

his body and even his shirt remained unscathed, and Dwight

punch as it deflected the

Crack.

stared stupid as his knuckles ruptured, his skin and flesh peeling away

two seconds, his

even as he clutched

however, did not

Smack!

Dwight so hard that his

elite number thirty-two was eliminated in

“Wait, what?”

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