225. Bodyguards


"Apparently, some people had caught wind of my presence." 

Drilling his fist through one of his opponents' lungs. Flames started to burst out of his hand, destroying whatever remains of the inside of his enemy's body. 

As the man with red hair watched for the corpse falling to the ground helplessly within the cramped alleyway he was in, the man snorted in ri

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