The heavy solid wood screen was kicked down with a single brutal kick, hitting the carpet with a dull thud.
Evan yanked his hand back in shock.
Through the fine cloud of dust drifting up, a burly man in black strode forward, a pitch-black telescopic baton clutched in his hand.
This was Selena's right-hand man, who had stood by her side for thirty years and was known on the streets as Vincent.
Vincent didn't even spare Evan a glance. He lifted his arm and swung the baton hard against the leg of the bodyguard standing closest to me.
A sharp c***k of breaking bone split the air. The bodyguard howled in agony and crumpled to the floor, clutching his knee and writhing in pain.
The rest of the men went deathly pale and scrambled backward in a panic.
George fumbled for the back of a chair
