Chapter 561 Constantine, care to explain?

The second those words left Rex's mouth, the bald guy's face twisted. He raised his hand, ready to smack Rex. "You're asking for it!"

But mid-swing, Rex caught his wrist.

A sickening crack echoed—bone out of socket. The bald guy howled in pain, his face red.

He whipped around to his crew, shouti...

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