Chapter 737

Karl and the gray-clad man both flicked a glance at Slider’s men sprinting in from afar—then promptly ignored them.

They’d chosen to infiltrate for the same reason: not to keep from fighting, but to keep the noise down. It wasn’t fear of Slider and his ex–Voodoo Boys crew. For fighters like Karl and the gray-clad man, if they felt like it, cleaning up Slider’s people was only a matter of spending a little time. Even if the “quiet entry” plan had just gone up in smoke, it didn’t matter—so long as the person in front of them went down, everything stayed under control.

History’s full of tales where two tigers fight and a bystander reaps the spoils—but only when that bystander is strong enough to threaten both. Here, from the very first clash, the duel’s intensity had pushed everything else out of their perception.