At Diego's first step, the guy's eyes widened as the deadly warning rang in his head. 'The last person I fist fought with didn't leave the hospital alive'.

In the next moment, Diego was standing before him, his gaze sent a chill down his spine, the gaze that shows he was damn serious about what he said. This devil haven't started and yet he was already sweating profusely.

"Hit me" Diego demanded in a low voice. The trembling guy swallowed hard.

"Uhm.. hmm" His words seems to be caught up in his throat. Out of fear, fluid poured out beneath him.

"The the fuck?" One of the crowd eyes widened....