Chapter 93

“How… how dare you hit me?!”

The Viper rubbed his head in disbelief. His hand was covered in blood. In the years since he had taken over South District, no one had dared disrespect him, much less hit him with a bottle.

“This fool must have a death wish!” he thought.

"Sir Kraven, take my advice. Let it go," said Kaelen calmly.

"Fuck you! I'm telling you, you're dead meat! I'm going to rip you apart