Chapter 212: What’s His Problem?
Beau, sweaty, with more than a few new cuts on his face and hands, collapsed onto the road as he narrowed his eyes at Chang Xuefeng.
"You could have helped, you know that... right?" he sneered at the Angle of Death; however, the other man wasn’t intimidated at all.
He stood under an oak tree, its branches twisting around him like he was nothing more than a statue in its embrace.
"Why would I bother?" asked the angel as he smirked at Beau. "From where I was standing, you three seemed to have had it well in hand."
"What are you?" demanded the leader from where he was on all fours in front of Dante.
"I guess that depends on the day and who is in charge," chuckled Dante as he crouched down, studying the man who was more than human. "But I think the better question is just what are you? There is no way you should be alive after all that."
The man spat out a mouthful of blood but didn’t answer right away. "I’m Reaper, the Prez of The Devil’s Hounds MC."
There was silence for a moment before Beau burst out laughing. Even Dante and Tank were having a hard time keeping the smile off their faces while Chang Xuefeng was outright glaring at the man.
"No," stated the Grim Reaper with a shake of his head. "Pick another name. That doesn’t work for me."