Thread:YingHe/@comment-36159587-20190710004720/@comment-36159587-20190711044116

He didn't need to hear the death threat, or the click of the gun. He'd learned, long ago, that one did not merely turn around to face their killer.

The gunshot rang out--he was no longer there. He was below, then above, the weight of his fist slamming into the other's temple. The other was dead before he hit the floor, but the harm had been done.

Benigno bit back a curse, looking around. He was still in the dead end...

But he was soon to see that the gangsters were the least of his problems.