138 Damnation
Draven was taken aback by the stranger’s rebuttal. Did he just say that the entire Sapphire City Branch of the Red Vipers was a knockoff? The kid was either exceedingly brave or hopelessly stupid. An insult to the Grim Reaper would only serve to quicken his inevitable death.

Draven was highly agitated but wanted to maintain composure before his followers. If he wanted to be a big mafia boss in the future, he had to learn to deal with misguided heroes with class.

”Why don’t you take off the hoodie and face me like a real man?” the gangster asked through clenched teeth.

“Fair enough.” Tyler smirked and slowly lowered his hoodie, exposing his face. His eyes sparkled, and a soul-piercing gaze shot towards Draven. The latter’s eyes widened in disbelief as he recognized the man before him.

“Tyler Grant…” he mumbled in horror. “It cannot be…”

The gangster suddenly felt like his throat was dry, and his tongue was parched. He caught his own right hand on instinct. A thick bandage was rolle
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