Chapter Nine

“Fucking scumbag.” Alexander cuss and elbowed the Italian gangster on his jaw. He let out an excruciating pain, but he still lunges again, obviously ready for another fight. Just as his fist clenched and was ready to punch him in the face, Alexander grabbed his fist halfway and rather lands two punches on both sides of his cheek: his head whipped to the side with thick blood spitting out from his mouth. He staggered and just a little kick from Alexander at the back of his knee was enough to make his knee grease the earth.

Alexander grabbed his collar and pulled down the mask on his face. Although it was nighttime but through the dim light coming from the moon, it was enough for him to acknowledge the fact that he hasn't met such fucked up smashed face before.

“Who the fuck are you? Who the heck sent you?” He asked, and just then, the assassin forcefully swarts Alexander's hands from his collar, and with every willpower in him, pushed him and staggered-ran into the dark.

Alexander had