Novel & Cerita Blade Bad Guys

"And if things go bad, you run. Promise me." "If things go bad, we both run." She grabbed Axel's spare gun from the safe. "Let's end this." They took Duke's bike, roaring through the predawn darkness toward the old Reynolds property. The barn loomed against the night sky, paint peeling, roof sagging. A place of ghosts and violence. Connor's stolen police cruiser sat out front, driver's door open. Duke killed his engine a hundred yards out. They approached on foot, weapons drawn. "I know you're there," Connor's voice called from inside the barn. "Come in, little brother. Let's finish this."

Baldy, get them! At Susan's order, the gangster in the lead, Baxter Baldwin, often called "Baldy" because of his bald head, walked up to Damian and gave him a hard look. He flared his nostrils and looked aggressively at Damian before bursting out in laughter. "So, it was you who bullied my girl, huh? You bastard, I swear I'm going to beat the living shit out of you today!" With that, Baxter swung his bat in the air and smashed it down in the direction of Damian's head.

She took off the handkerchief, and to her surprise, saw that the group of bald bad guys was suddenly lying down on the ground. All of them were foaming at the mouth and curled up. A few of them had even fainted. In just thirty seconds, all of the muscular bad guys had been taken down. Thomas’ ability was frightening! “Were they… defeated by you?” Thomas smiled and did not answer her directly. Instead, he turned around and walked to Ballard. Then, he squatted down. Ballard had been terrified a long time ago. He cried while he said, “Bro! Buddy! Boss! Please don’t kill me! I’m sorry! I wouldn’t dare do that anymore.”

Ariana was petrified but Caddaric held her close to his chest with one arm and with just the other arm without using his legs or any weapon whatsoever, the three bodyguards lay unconscious on the floor. People were horrified and began to take a closer look. Before they confirmed his identity, the manager of the club exclaimed, “Mr. Blade, I’m sorry for everything.” He had seen everything on the CCTV footage and quickly came over to put things in perspective. Caddaric had informed him that he was coming over, for which reason he waited at his office but he didn’t expect to see Caddaric at the bar. He never liked such places. Just hearing the name Blade, the rich guys began to move fearfully a

I whispered again and again; my chest was pounding so loudly. “Why?” mom and my brothers asked. “It’s Blade Marshall! The devil is still alive! Call papa right now, Leon!” But before Leon could do it, all of our phones exploded. I tried driving away but the fucking car wouldn’t budge no matter what I do. I stepped out and ran away but before I knew it, Blade was already standing in front of me. “Hello there, Basti.” “It’s Grayson,” I corrected him despite my knees shaking.

Too bad for the criminal element, I used all my pent up energies and frustration hunting their asses. "Let's finish this then if you're happy with the goods, the boss will be waiting." I passed him the case full of money, which he passed off to one of the goons to be checked for authenticity. This shit was nothing like the movies. It took time and planning to be executed just right. These fucks took their business seriously, down to every last detail and they had the money and resources to carry it out. This fuck Mikhail Zubrinsky could buy and sell three third world countries and still be a multi billionaire.

The fight has already begun. Nate sharply evades a deadly blow from his opponent, a massive muscular guy who looks like a grim tattoo drawboard with so many black tattoos coating almost the entire skin of his back and running down his fighting arms. The overhead lights illuminating the fighting ring spread and shine on the guy's sweaty back, and I gulp in a tainted breath of air immediately my eyes catch a swift image of a particular single tattoo on his back bearing only one name. Killer. And his sculpted, thuggy body frame and face really makes him look like one.

Just then, we hear Neo starting to approach, there are two other voices, and a brief gun battle starts. I hear a thug trying to wrestling Neo down. “Look at this goddamn idiot. Walking straight into our hands.” “Who is you goddamn idiot.” “This is fucking hilarious,” The thug bursts out in laughter, “Our new mafia boss has the dumbest crew members.” They are creating a long enough distraction to get us in. “Let's go.”

Rose Blade was a horrible boss, and I was planning to take his business for this very reason. He never verifies the supplied information after he sees the money offered. Most of the profiles lie. I was stuck with this man. I highly doubted my self-defense skills working here. I looked at him as he leaned closer, attempting to touch me. I had warned him away, but he was smugly smiling at me. He looked at me like I was his wounded prey. His eyes looked scary and wolfish ready for the hunt.

“Blade Silverspear.” “Hello,” I mumbled. Both men responded with a grunt. I slunk in on myself then turned my face back to look at Badger. He smirked then threw a potato in his mouth. He looked back down at his tray then spoke. “So your cousin’s fit?” He said. Blade and Ash snickered. I looked at Knight, further down the table. He was completely unfazed. I looked back up and met Badger’s eyes. “She got good tits?” He went on.