Chapter 21: The Fall of Deathstroke
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Arthur's fist connected with a sickening crunch. The impact sent Deathstroke hurtling backward, slamming into the warehouse wall with enough force to dent the metal. The assassin let out a sharp grunt as dust and debris rained down around him.
Arthur exhaled slowly, rolling his shoulders as he walked toward the fallen mercenary, his steps deliberate, unhurried. But just as he closed the distance, he stopped. A cold, suffocating aura spread through the air, like a predator locking onto wounded prey.
Deathstroke, still slumped against the wall, stiffened. His breath hitched just for a fraction of a second as Arthur's bloodlust crashed over him like a tidal wave.
Arthur's blue eyes gleamed in the dim light. "I'm gonna ask you this once." His voice was calm, eerily so. "What do you know about my family?"
He crouched slightly, tilting his head. "And just so you understand... I don't need you to talk. I have other means of getting what I want, I'm offering you a chance."