Chapter 87 - 86: Fight Out!
Amidst the chaos, Arthur spotted a towering figure cutting through the crowd. The man was built like a beast, his muscles rivaling those in the Animal Gang.
Placid.
Arthur smirked. So, instead of selling chickens at the market, you're lurking in an underground tunnel now?
The peace treaty was long gone. There was no point in negotiations.
As far as Arthur was concerned, Placid needed to die.
Without him, Maman and the other Voodoo Boys would be nothing but a bunch of netrunners, vulnerable and exposed. If they wanted revenge, they'd have to think twice before picking a fight with him.
Arthur's cybernetic legs activated, propelling him forward like a bullet.
Before Placid could react, Arthur lunged, his mantis blade glowing red as it sliced toward Placid's waist.
A Battle of Blades
Placid wasn't just muscle—he was fast.
Instead of dodging, he whipped out a massive butcher knife from his waist, swinging it with brutal force.