Chapter 117

The leader of the gang, Scarface, could not believe how skilled Sage was when it came to knives. The gaping wound on his chest hurt madly, and his face twisted in pain. He could no longer hide his pain. Scarface spat on the ground and bellowed, "You b*tch, I'm going to kill you!" As he was spitting out his threat, Sage grabbed his wrist and gave it a forceful twist. The veins and muscles tore, and he shrieked in pain. Then, he was kicked to the ground. Sage coldly asked him in a low voice, "Who sent you here?" "What the f—" Sage punched him to the ground. Mud filled his mouth as he cursed. Sage caught his arms and jerked them back. "AHHH!" The cry scared all the birds in the woods, and in a flurry of rustling and movement, they took off. Scarface's arms lay at a weird angle. They looked as if they were broken. He was sweating buckets, and the other hijackers were too stunned to make a move. Sage, still unfazed, said "I'm going to ask you one more time. Who sent you?" She bra