Even as Peter screamed and struggled, the two security guards rolled their eyes. "Lane Holdings? Never heard of this. Now get out of here—we won't play nice if you keep causing us trouble."As the security guards took out their batons and pointed threateningly at Peter, he could only huff. "J-Just you wait!"With that, he stormed off even as he wiped the blood off his nose. Just yesterday, he was imagining himself rising to the pinnacle of his life, marrying rich and getting a serious job, and both went south in under a day. He certainly could not take this lying down!-Frank returned to Vicky's office, where she sat behind her desk, rubbing her temples repeatedly. Seeing that, Frank asked, "You really don't have to be that upset, do you?"Vicky's knuckles clenched. "How could I not?! That bastard Greg Marsh played me!""Then consider it a lesson," Frank said, consoling her.Just then, Vicky's phone rang.Seeing that it was Yara, she promptly answered, "How did it go, Ya
Yara, however, was frowning in thought. "But their target is Obadiah. Why would they do something so pointless?"Les turned toward the man, who was barely breathing. "Urgh… I think we should try to break out as soon as we can."Yara certainly wanted to do that, but they just stopped Obadiah's bleeding after he was stabbed multiple times. Moreover, they were hopelessly outnumbered—it was impossible to escape with one person so seriously injured. "That's no good," Yara said. "We don't stand a chance with Mr. Longman being that hurt. We should keep waiting for backup."Les did not agree. "Why don't you give me his pill recipe? Me and my man will then make a break for it—the recipe is vital. We can't let it fall into anyone's hands."Yara thought about it and decided that Les was right. She gingerly took out a thick book from her bag and handed it to Les, telling him somberly, "This is the key to Grande Corp's future. You have to bring it to Ms. Turnbull."Since Les was Vicky's co
However, Yara could not think of anyone in Riverton who had the influence to summon hundreds of hitmen."Of course I know you." The masked man snorted in contempt. "Is there anyone who doesn't know the governor's daughter? It's a shame you're willing to serve Vicky as her lapdog."Then, his tone changed as he continued enticingly, "Why bend over backward? Join us—once we eliminate Vicky, you'll be in charge of Grande Corp. Your influence will skyrocket, and you'll gain importance in your family."Les reasoned too, "Ms. Quill, Mr. Goldman values your abilities. Join us to prosper or die.""Bleh!" Yara spat, glaring at Les in disdain. "You think everyone else is a traitor like you? You're just Glen Turnbull's bastard. Ms. Turnbull was willing to take you in and even let you work at Grande Corp, but you repaid her kindness with spite! The way I see it, you're the one who's going to die!"Les was furious and snapped, "A nobody like you has no right to talk to me like that! Once we kil
The masked man stood out, staring at Frank just then. "You're strong, Mr. Lawrence, but there's over a hundred of us. Do you really think you can survive? Why don't you join us instead, and enjoy the spoils with us?""Who do you think you are to draw me to your cause?" Frank snorted in disdain.The masked man pursed his lips, surprised that he would be so full of himself. "In that case, die."He waved, and all the hitmen charged toward Frank right then!Frank remained fearless.With a raging bellow, he charged into their midst, directing their vigor as he moved at extreme speed.Each punch kicked up a violent gust, instantly knocking a person into the air!The masked man's heart skipped a beat as he looked on in shock.As Frank danced through his hitmen, none of them were left standing in his wake!"Don't let him reach her!" the masked man yelled in shock, finally realizing that Frank was aiming to save Yara!However, the man holding Yara could barely react when Frank kicked
However, Frank did not allow the masked man a single moment's rest and lunged forward again!"Die!" the masked man yelled as he pulled his collar, freeing his jacket and launching a rain of silver needles!Frank parried some with his machete, while using his other hand to shield his face.He knocked down most, but several struck his body.The masked man laughed pompously in turn. "That's three needles! You're dead now! No one can cure my poison—cut off your own arm and beg if you want to live!"Frank could feel a chill even as he directed his vigor, and it was a familiar sensation…It was Snowshade, which Vicky was poisoned with before.That also means the masked man had poisoned Vicky before! He must not let him free!Earnestly furious, Frank launched another slash through the air!The masked man paled in terror, never expecting Frank to keep directing his vigor even after all that! He dodged and did not pause as he shouted at Les, "Run! We're no match for him!"With those
Les was completely unfettered. "So what? You're going to die now."Frank shook his head exasperatedly. "I'd rather you didn't shoot. Not even Glen Turnbull can save you if you do, and you won't hurt me anyway.""Haha!" Les laughed out loud. "What, are you bulletproof?!"Frank's eyes were filled with confidence. "Why don't you test it?"Les glared at Frank, sensing that Frank was not afraid at all.Silence ensued, with only the wind rustling amid the trees.As both men became on edge…Bang!Les fired, sparks bursting out of his gun's barrel.In that instant, Frank reached out and grabbed before spinning and pausing.He slowly extended his right knuckle."What…"Les paled, his eyes bulging as he studied Frank.He was unscathed! Did he really just catch a bullet with his bare hands?! Impossible!"I told you. You can't kill me." Frank's gaze remained confident as he slowly opened his palm, which was red with his blood."You tricked me?!" Les exclaimed in shock, realizing he
Frank would have let Les live if he did not shoot him—but he did, and that meant death.Frank squeezed right then.Crack.Les' neck snapped, his eyes wide opened as he died. He never would have thought that Frank cared so little about him!With that done, Frank looked around, but the masked man was nowhere to be seen.He sat on top of a clean boulder to rest, just as Yara caught up and immediately saw his palm bleeding.Hurrying to him, she asked, "Are you okay, Mr. Lawrence?""I'm fine," Frank said, nodding as he looked at his palm and pulled the bullet out.Yara was left gulping, her heart racing as she watched his blood flow freely out of the wound.Still, after spacing out for a while, she came to her senses and took off her jacket. She then tore her shirt into strips and helped Frank bandage it.Her torn shirt revealed her slender but muscular waist. Even if she was no beauty, there was no arguing her stunning figure as a martial artist—she might even beat Vicky in that
Susan quickly asked, "Where is Les now?"Yara could not come up with an answer and simply turned toward the distance.Susan followed her gaze and found Les' corpse right then.Her face fell. "Who killed him?!"Frank spoke before Yara could. "I did.""What?!" Susan snapped. "The audacity you have to murder a Turnbull!"Frank snorted in disdain. "He tried to kill me. He should be prepared to be killed in turn."Beside him, Yara was worried that he would upset Susan and quickly explained, "It's not his fault, Mrs. Turnbull—Frank was trying to save me, and Les brought a gun. We would both be dead if Frank didn't do it."Vicky nodded nearby. "Yara's right. It was life or death, and Les deserved death for betraying the family.""Easy for you to say," Susan snapped coolly. "What if Glen's side of the family presses the issue? Frank Lawrence, you are not to leave Riverton until they deal with you.""Deal with me?" Frank scoffed. "Not even Glen himself gets to judge me even if he's he