The smile had yet to fade from Mike's face as a look of astonishment filled his eyes.
"Ghk... Ghk..." A hoarse sound escaped his throat as he felt an icy chill on his neck.
The "corpse" that had been lying on the floor had gotten to its feet at some unknown point. Its arm had morphed into a slender metal spike that pierced through Mike's throat and burst out the back of his neck!
The next instant, another metal spike plunged into Mike's eye, ending his life for good.
John, standing to the side, turned deathly pale. His breathing grew ragged, but he didn't dare utter a sound.
The fearsome Emperor of New York's underworld, Mike, a man with hundreds of kills to his name, the man who seemed like he could never be brought down, was just killed so casually.
It was like slaughtering a chicken.
'Am I next?'
