Chapter 92

Nobody managed to catch Timothy. Before they realized what was happening, he'd already slipped past them.

A gust of wind blew past them, and he moved so quickly that he was like a wisp of smoke.

No one could tell how he was moving or where he was going; all they could see was a figure zipping in and out of the group. Howls and cries rang out wherever he passed, and bodies were sent flying.

There was blood on the walls and floor. The men fell one by one; Timothy's actions were sharp and swift. It was as if he was only tapping the people lightly with his fist. With every movement he made, the bodyguards were sent flying or crumpled to the floor.

After some time, silence descended upon the room. Timothy lit a cigarette, looked around, and blew out a mouthful of smoke. Then, he asked coolly, "Who's next?"

No one answered. Bianca stared at him, her jaw slack. She couldn't believe her eyes and felt like she was dreaming. To her, Kyle's men were strong fighters. Why did they seem like w