+Chapter 483+

Nikolai's voice softened despite himself when he spoke to Angelo. "Do you think you can stab through his hands?"

Angelo felt ruffled by the question, was the Mafia King doubting his abilities? When he had been the one to cut his cheek right to the bone?

He rose to his feet with a scoff, moving quicker than the business man could process and leaving behind a dagger running through his outstretched hands and a piercing scream, blood bleeding into the expensive carpet.

Nikolai had an expression of approval at this display, reminded now why Angelo managed to injure him twice, the assassin moved too fast. He focused on the wailing business man looking thoughtful.

"The High Council's got guts, planting a mole in my casino." He noted off-handedly.