He had only frozen, giving an opportunity for him to store because he felt the sharp edge of a knife digging under his ribs.

It was a losing fight. He would have won if Dela Cruz had sticked to using hands for the fight. He always had to use unpleasant ways to get an upper hand...

With the door locked, Dela Cruz felt like smoking. He pointed to Cecil. "You, the bodyguard of the Boss of Bosses, what are you doing here?"

Cecelio didn't bother to answer such a question. He ...