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I saw that Flynn had sent me a ton of messages. Flynn: "We trained all day today, and I just got my phone back. You're not mad I didn't text earlier, right?" Flynn: "I did really well in training. I'm totally gonna win the championship at the next competition." Flynn: "Look, I found this kitten by the side of the road. Isn't it cute? It's just like you." Flynn: "Didn't you say you've always wanted a cat? When I'm back after training is over, we'll go to the pet store and pick one you like."

The man swallowed hard and stammered, "Ruined means… crushed. Completely crushed. Nothing left but a bloody mess." Lorenzo froze stiff on the spot. Mikayla, who had rushed over in panic, stood there in stunned silence. She had never imagined her scheme would end up crippling her own cousin so badly.

He said icily, "You're very clumsy with your reverse psychology!" He exerted force slightly, and there was a crunch. With one step, he crushed Arman's skull into a pulp.

He held an old phone with a cracked screen, news alerts constantly popping up. ["Stormfang Pack has elected a new Alpha."] ["Former Golden Boy, Liam Blackwood, Found Destitute on the Streets. Stormfang Pack Century-Old Empire Divvied Up!"] ["Exclusive: Why was Liam Blackwood Abandon Him? Is There More to His Father's Death?"] He expressionlessly tapped the screen off and tossed the phone aside. The only window in the room was covered with newspaper, letting in only a dim, hazy light. He reached down to touch the calf of his left leg. It was grotesquely swollen, the skin an abnormal purple. A vicious gash ran across it, the edges jagged. Untended, it was clearly infected and festering.

Moreover, he was beaten so straightforwardly and thoroughly. His opponent was completely fine while he was thoroughly crushed.

This is a planned break-in. Aiming hard and high, putting all I have in me behind my very practised swing, I smack that fucker right in the face with a bone breaking crunch and knock him out cold to the world with a lucky whack. The reverberation as my bat collides and vibrates through the wood and then me, is followed by a satisfied crumpling and thudding of a human body collapsing on impact. I probably broke his face severely and his lack of reaction is a sure sign I did a great job of disabling him and I literally exhale in relief.

However, his grin froze swiftly when he heard cracks from his fingers. Crack! Andrius’ punch broke Scarface’s fingers easily, then his forearm and his entire arm. All his bones were crushed by one punch. “Argggh!” The excruciating pain caused Scarface to sweat profusely. His expression distorted and the veins on his foreheads popped like worms wriggling under his skin. He looked terrifying. “That’s it?” Andrius scoffed and approached Scarface slowly. Scarface was drowned in fear. He lost the intention to fight and wanted to flee. He was so afraid that all he wanted to do was run away from the monster. In fact, he wished he had four legs to run faster.

"My favorite team has a bout tonight. It's actually a double header, but I wanted to go to see High Rollers battle it out against Bone Breakers." "I take it you're a High Rollers fan?" She blushed a warm shade of embarrassment, and her eyes softened in the cutest way. "Actually, I'm a Grim D. Mise fan. She happens to be a High Roller." "What's a Grim D. Mise? Keep in mind, I know nothing about roller derby."