章 832: Crossed Line

Quinn balled up her fists once more, "D'YOU WANT ME TO THROW YOU IN THE PIT?!"

Logan started to laugh hysterically, "The Pit?! Hah! I thought you were so against that?! Am I hearing things or what?!" then he turned to his crew who looked like they smoked a joint or snorted an 8-ball, "Guys! Queenie said she wanted to— GRCK!"

As if the beating he received wasn't already enough, he had to call Quinn "that" so a fucking wrench just flew straight to his face. For some reason, getting hit by Quinn was waking something from inside of him and I quickly opted to refrain from looking down below his belt.

However, it seemed like the mention of this "Pit" ticked Quinn for the fourth time, and her right leg was already up in the air, aiming at Logan's head for a brutal axe kick.

*WHOOOOOOOOOOOSH*

The moment Quinn brought her tree trunk-like leg down, it just ruptured the air before it almost broke Logan's clavicle.