Frank stood his ground, waiting.As the first goon swung his machete, he suddenly moved as fast as lightning when the tip of the blade was inches from his nose.Helen could not see what he did, but the goon was suddenly screaming and on his knees, his machete already in Frank's hand.Even before the goon could catch his breath, he screamed even as he watched Frank raise his foot. "N-No!!!"Nonetheless, Frank sent him flying with a kick, leaving his chest sunken and no longer able to scream.He was clearly dead!Clang!At the same time, Frank had nonchalantly raised the machete behind himself, parrying the machete of another goon trying to blindside him.He pivoted and punched the goon in the head so hard that he smashed it in.While he did, he did not forget to kick another goon in the shin, breaking his leg!Crack!"Argh!" The goon dropped his weapon and tried to flee despite the limp, but he suddenly heard the sound of metal piercing flash.He paused, looked down to find
Clark was trembling in fear even as he looked at Frank's smile. The man could kill without flinching, and he looked no different from the reaper.While Clark had himself been involved in murder and other felony, it had never been one-sided like it was with Frank.It certainly left him traumatized…"S-Stay where you are!" he bellowed, whipping out a dagger out of nowhere as he grabbed Luna and pressed the dagger against her throat. "Or I'll kill her!"Even as Clark's blade broke skin and drew blood, Frank was shrugging at his meek threat. "Did you really think I'd care if she lives?"Luna turned pale as she trembled endlessly, her speech unintelligible even as she begged Frank for help. "P-Please… Save me…""Hey now." Frank snorted, shaking his head and continuing toward Clark. "You really shouldn't ask me for anything, Luna—you know better than anyone what you've done to me and Helen. Also, you're the one who set this trap and willingly fell into it. Can't blame anyone for that,
"No… No!!!"Even as Gable started to climb into his car, he had thought he could escape, but only for Frank to drag him back.He struggled violently even as his hope to escape became a pipe dream, but it was naturally pointless.Frank even broke one of his arms—the same thing he did with Clark, rendering him immobile."Now, let me think… what should I do with you two?"Frank rubbed his chin, watching as both Gable and Clark lay limply on the ground before turning to glance at Helen in her car.Naturally, he was plenty considerate toward her since he would not allow mooks like these two to live otherwise.However, they were Helen's uncles and Mark's sons—executing both on the spot was really too much."Please, Mr. Lawrence! Just let us go… It's all Gable's idea!" Clark exclaimed through tears and shudders, brotherhood be damned as he sold out his brother right then and there. "He planned the arson on the farm too… he said that everything in the family will be ours if we get the
"Fine. In that case…"Frank turned to Helen as they planned how they would get Clark and Gable back to Laneville.That was when Luna suddenly shrieked, "Die!!!""Gurk—!"Frank turned, and was left gaping in shock.Luna had picked up a machete from god-knows-where and had swung it at Clark's neck while Frank's back was turned.Even Clark could not react in time.Blood welled up in his mouth as he stared in disbelief at the wheezing Luna, even as she hacked off three quarters of his neck.His eyes widened and twitched endlessly, but he was clearly going to die."What are you doing?!" Frank bellowed—he had just decided to take the brothers back to Laneville, only for Luna to murder Clark!Luna was still wheezing, but soon dropped on her rump as she laughed maniacally."Hahaha! Serves you right! Serves you right for fucking lying to me!" Luna kept cursing at Clark even as he lay dead, his eyes wide opened.While Frank remained silent, Gable panicked at his brother's death and c
Trevor had put in time and effort into building the farm resort, contributing greatly for the launch.He even poured in resources from his company Trevor International, bringing in over a dozen subcontractor teams to work simultaneously.Fortunately, Clark and Gable did not manage to burn down the villas they built, or Trevor would be coming after them himself.Either way, he was breathing a sigh of catharsis when Frank told him that those responsible were dealt with.-Frank said nothing after hanging up and continued driving toward Laneville.As soon as he arrived, he found Mark, Gavin, and other key members of the Lane family waiting at the gates.Even Gavin's sons, Jon and Roth, were there with Fleur and Jade Zahn.Frank could understand why they were there—Helen had called them before they arrived.Among them, Jade was fidgeting restlessly. What would she do if her dear daughter got hurt?As Frank stopped the car in front of the Lanes, he said nothing as he dragged Gable
Even as everyone turned to Jade, she kept ranting, "Does Helen have proof that Luna called her and lured her to a trap?! Are you all going to believe her just because she said it?! For all we know, Frank Lawrence can really hold himself in a fight!"But even as she ranted, Gable was scowling on his knees.He certainly had no idea—when he asked Jade about Frank, all Jade had to say about him was 'lowlife ex-husband'.It was why when he was actually up against Frank, he treated Frank with insignificance.Unbeknownst to him, 'lowlife ex-husband' was just Jade's opinion of Frank, and he was not a lowlife.His spite flared even as Jade continued ranting, looking around at everyone. "What are Frank and Helen to us?! Nobodies—that's what they are! Even if we accept Helen back into our family, she isn't really family, so how trustworthy can their words be?! Considering that she's drooling over becoming the next head of the Lane family, we should really be thinking more about this!"That
"What?!""T-That's not what Helen said…""Well, which one is the truth?!""I didn't think that Helen was so devious…"Frank, however, was unaffected by the Lanes' restlessness.He stared at Luna calmly even as she cringed inside Jade's arms, his tone flat. "Having a conscience is what makes a person human, Luna. I don't know if you understand the situation, but I've saved your life today… There won't be a next time since you'd prefer to repay my favor with such spite."Luna certainly did not dare look him in the eye and basically erased what Frank did from her memory as she braced herself and snapped, "Save your breath! I never needed your help!"At the same time, Jade pointed at Frank and bellowed, "Take a good look, everyone! The insolence of this bastard to show up in our house and threaten my daughter in everyone! Where's the justice here?!"Fleur also promptly pressed the advantage. "I'm sure everyone can see who's telling the truth here now? I know you can fight, Frank, a
Mark had kept that farm afloat for most of his life and was strongly attached to the scenic spot.Otherwise, he would have used the land to develop a more profitable industrial zone.As such, to see his own son admit that he had burnt down that farm left Mark's tears welling up in his eyes.Seeing that the old man was overwhelmed, Gavin was ready to take away the phone, but Mark insisted on watching the entire video.Everyone had no choice but to keep watching with Mark at that.Still, it just so happened that the dashcam was not facing the right way when Frank slaughtered Clark and Gable's goons. However, it did capture the scene where Clark threatened to kill Luna with a dagger. "S-Stay where you are, or I'll kill her!" Clark's savage glare was clear as day in the video.Luna had turned deathly pale as Clark held her and kept begging Frank, "P-Please… Save me…"Everyone turned toward Luna right then, leaving her devastated.Seeing herself begging repeatedly and fearfully i
Her skin and fingers were rotting where the motel manager touched the pendant, as if being corroded by acid at a visible rate. Worst of all, she could not even feel any pain from it!"W-What's going on here?!"Horrified, the motel manager turned and ran.Drunken Moon was ready to give chase, but Frank stopped her. "She's not going to have it easy without her fingers. Let her go."Drunken Moon nodded and pointed at the pendant on the floor. "What the heck is that?"Frank then told her about Reverend Quietus, to which Drunken Room exclaimed, "You meant to say that there are bodies of energy that are basically identical to the paranormal that people speak of?"Frank nodded. "I'm sure it's not just rumors, with the way it remained over a thousand years—things like that do exist. But in the end, it's no different from a spell, and you can handle it if you're strong enough."Drunken Moon smiled. "That only applies to you. I don't know about anyone else, but I really can't deal with th
After she calmed down, the bellgirl took an interest in Frank. "Is he the one who could beat you?"It was the new age—ladies were not shy, and the bellgirl actually liked lookers like him."Hello." Frank greeted her, and she smiled in turn. "Sorry for having to bother you, handsome."She would really have asked for his number if circumstances allowed.That was when footsteps could be heard, and Frank glanced sideways outside as he told Drunken Moon, "Now's your chance for revenge. Don't hold back now.""You don't need to worry about that!" Drunken Moon exclaimed as she flexed her muscles—she was waiting for this moment.The motel manager led several burly men inside, standing at the center proudly like she owned the place. "That's for insulting me, bitch! Go! Show her who she was messing with!"Though the motel manager did not hesitate to send her men after Drunken Moon, Drunken Moon smirked, waiting until the bouncers were about to reach before punching them.Soon, they wer
Frank chuckled. "As for what actually happened to him, I'll get someone to keep tabs and maybe record a video. It shouldn't be difficult."Drunken Moon flashed a thumbs-up at him. "You're really the best when it comes to cruelty. Simply different."They shared a smile, and soon, Jouri's people came to take the white-haired youth away.Later, Frank and Drunken Moon headed to a motel, as the latter received a call from a geezer who said his granddaughter was being harassed and needed help.She had no fear with Frank at her side anyway, so she went.As soon as they entered, they found a twentyish, slightly short bellgirl wiping the tears off her face.Nearby, the motel manager was pointing at her and ranting, spouting plenty of expletives!Drunken Moon naturally would not just sit by. Striding up, she pushed the manager away and snapped furiously, "What's the meaning of this?! There's no reason to go that far even if she messed up!"The manager was equally furious, however, and sn
"The nail that sticks out gets hammered! I'm sure you'd die horribly soon enough!"The white-haired youth's futile efforts at threatening Frank only made him smirk. "What's it to you, even if I or Drunken Moon died? She still won't be interested."The white-haired youth snorted, but soon sighed. "Fine, do it!"Drunken Moon wagged her finger at him. "Why should we make it quick? He's actually right—death is a reward for people like you."That's why I'll treat your leg and sell you as a slave to some third-world country. Trust me, it's not just the ladies who are popular there—they like a pretty boy too."The white-haired youth smirked. "Quit trying to scare me. Do you think that crippling my cultivation would stop me from talking? As long as you don't, I'll find a way to free myself. Let's see what you can do then!"That was when Frank butted in. "Actually, I do have a solution."With just a thought, the white-haired youth's leg was as good as new.As soon as he saw that, the wh
Speed is the one unbreakable law of martial arts, and someone quicker than the naked eye would never lose.To think that the man who seemed to have nothing going for him aside from his looks was this powerful!Frank chuckled and turned to the biker. "You should leave. It's not a pretty sight when blood starts spilling."The biker was quite compliant from the start and turned to run. "Thank you for saving me. May we meet again!"On the other hand, Frank leapt over the railing and dropped to a squat in front of the white-haired youth. "Go on, tell me why you introduced Drunken Moon to someone else."The white-haired youth was taken aback but soon said, "So you're the brat who's not to be underestimated? That's why your fellow martial artists think so highly of you.""I appreciate their flattery, but I'm afraid I might fall short." Frank chuckled coolly. "And you could stop fawning over me and answer my question."The white-haired youth's eyes widened. "Who do you think I am?"Fra
Frank chuckled. "Who do you think? The man who tried to kill you just now.""What?!"The biker was even more shocked, as the Lamborghini was reduced to a marble. Would the driver even survive that?"Ignoramus! I'm not so easily killed!"A figure strode out of the grass nearby, and it was none other than the white-haired youth who drove the Lamborghini!"When did that happen?" the biker exclaimed.He definitely did not see the Lamborghini's doors opening or anyone jumping out when it was crushed into a ball, so how did that man escape?"Go on. Show us how much quicker you can be!" Frank beckoned at the white-haired youth.Perplexed, the white-haired youth asked, "I'm curious. How did you know about my powers?"Frank pointed at his eyes, "Thanks to certain assistance, I've improved my further abilities and can now identify anyone's abilities.""Really? But identifying wouldn't be enough—you gotta be good enough to handle me!"Readying himself as if for a sprint, the white-hair
Seeing Frank chasing her down, the beggar said, "I really can't elaborate. You know about the group already, don't you? Go and deal with them—use your wisdom to see through everything and solve the riddle."And with that, she left without a care.This time, Frank did not stop her—if anything, he had no reason to do so.Her point was simple: there was just so much involved that even she had not the faintest idea. Sighing, Frank called Jouri and told her to search for Sanne Quess and Reverend Quietus."The latter is impressive," he said. "She even sealed the power of the spiritron vein!'"What?!"Jouri was shocked—that was impossible, as the spiritron vein was invincible as far as she was concerned.But a mere reverend subdued it?!"Do you have further details?" she pressed.Frank shook his head. "She can use talismans. That's about all I know about her."Jouri sighed wryly. "Then looking into her will be difficult—I'd focus on Sanne Quess instead. Who is he?"Frank told her
Baldie dropped to his knees with a thud.Not only did Frank possess superior abilities, but he had a functioning moral compass too?He certainly deserved the power of the spiritron vein!Baldie then said, "I guess I should warn you that there are people who keep their hands clean. They would do anything to further their mysterious goals, so you should watch out."Frank chuckled. "Don't worry. I never hold back when I should kill—just listen to the reverend, and leave if there's nothing else, or I might change my mind."At those words, Baldie turned to run without lingering another second. Frank then turned toward the beggar. "Is this what you want?"The beggar nodded, clearly not bothered to hide anything. "To be honest, I've been considering an issue—do all the people who gain superpowers deserve it? The dragon inside you, for example… I can't say that it's anything good."Frank nodded, smiling—she was right about that, as he thought the same himself.After all, it had done
Frank smiled, shaking his head. "No, you misunderstand. What I mean is that she's right. The paranormal, your mystical artifact—it all works using the same principle: You're all just a little stronger than the average martial artist."However, when you're up against the real deal like me, you're relatively weak and easily dealt with."Baldie was left flabbergasted. "No, no, no… That's impossible! We're not the same as martial artists. None of you stand a chance against us!"Frank shook his head. "What you're saying is impossible. Your kind is simply more gifted, while martial artists are less, and that's the only reason you're stronger than most martial artists."Baldie dropped to his knees with a thud, shaking his head repeatedly as there was nothing more that could tear him up inside.He had always believed that even if he was not divine, he was still an envoy among the mortals like the priests and monks in fiction. Naturally, he was convinced that the day would come when he tra