I growled as I dashed towards Kingsley while holding onto the buttons on the baton handles.
They glowed with green energy while I began clubbing that Brit harder than any DJ at a rave. There were noticeable dents on his body.
“You’re an experiment, aren’t you?”
“Wow, you think?” He sarcastically responded before he pushed himself off.
Some of the other hired hitmen got up, but I smacked them back down and I hit Kinglesy until he was on the floor.
I held a baton to his head and asked “what do you want from me?”
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