John didn't have any fatal injuries.
After using the medicine, he even went to the locker room on his own, washed his face, took off his blood-stained clothes, and checked the bruises and cuts all over his body in the mirror.
"Posing for a picture? Want some oil on you?"
Gino handed over new clothes. "Just bought from the mall earlier, Dan Street can't keep secrets, word's already out that you took out Hoffman."
Macao was on the phone.
Gino came over to help John, picking up a gel spray to treat the cuts on his back.
She walked into the men's bath with no psychological burden, sometimes meeting boxers who didn't know the rules or spouted crude jokes, she'd mercilessly critique their tools.
[Equipment: White synthetic fiber industrial tank top]
John put on the clothes, rinsing the blood from his mouth.
Whoosh—
"Killing was Vito's idea; I didn't plan on being a hero."
