With a "bang," Rafferty Winslow was sent flying, crashing into a wall and creating a deep dent.
Blood spurted from his mouth in a violent spray.
"How is this possible?! Rafferty, he couldn't even withstand a single blow?!"
The crowd, just a moment ago cheering for Rafferty, was now stunned into silence.
The entire hall was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.
Trembling, Rafferty struggled to his feet, his eyes wide with terror.
"I—I only hired some thugs. Who the hell are you?!"
It finally dawned on him that these masked men were not the actors he had hired for his charade.
"Ha ha ha!" Vulture laughed wildly, his disdain for Rafferty palpable.
"What a fool! To think you didn't even know who I am and dared to make a move!"
He pulled off his mask to reveal a fierce and intimidating
