As those thoughts crossed his mind, Alex could feel a deep, murderous intent surging within him. If Dorothy and Anne were to end up in the hands of this scum, they would have to endure a more painful fate than death itself.

“Die!” The man in black attacked again, sending ap unch toward Alex’s throat.

Before he could attack, though, Alex grabbed his fist with one hand and tightened his grip. The man’s fist crackled, and every bone shattered into pieces. It was as if a steamroller had crushed it