"Chet Jonas has been blackmailing me plenty lately."As Urian continued, his cool smile turned into a look of exasperation. "I'd have my men gut him already if he wasn't connected to the Lionhearts!""I see."Frank nodded but soon remembered something else. "And you said the button was manufactured here?""Y-Yes?'Urian did a double take, confused just then.Why were Frank and Noel not panicking after he told them about the imminent threat they faced, even staying ever so calm?Still, he urged, "Don't worry about the button now—you don't have time. Chet will soon be back with his men, and you won't make it out when they do."After all, he wanted Noel to escape and pay him the other five million dollar check! Who would he get money from if Chet captured her?That was why Urian was the most worried here."Hehe. Well, everything is clear now that we've got that fact straight."Frank turned to smile at Noel before striding up to Urian, pointing at himself with a grin. "Allow me
"What the hell is going on here?!" Urian cried miserably.He was just the owner of a modest clothing factory. Though he had some connections, one could quickly tell that he was a nobody.After all, what could a business named Longham Garments amount to? All the money he made was just enough to feed his men.First, it was Chet Jonas and the Lionhearts, coercing him into making over a dozen uniforms within days to keep their martial elites incognito.He yielded, giving in to both profit and threat as he made those uniforms… only for Chet to come in the next day to brag about his achievement, that his group had destroyed over two billion dollars worth of Lanecorp equipment!That was two billion dollars they were talking about!Urian was certainly scared shitless when he found out. After all, if Lanecorp managed to trace it to them, Chet might be able to escape unscathed, while he would be screwed!And now, Noel was herself visiting with a button he used.He was panicking further,
Frank did not play nice, seizing Urian by the collar right then and slamming him against the wall."Argh!" Urian cried out in pain as the back of this head struck the wall.Frank was sneering in turn and reached out to pull out the five million dollar check from Urian's pocket. "You really failed to understand your situation, Mr. Reno! I'm giving you one last chance. You can stay as the Lionhearts' lapdog and I will strangle you right here, or you can tell me everything you know."Urian's face contorted in heartache as he watched Frank tear the check into pieces and drop it on the floor."I… I…" Urian stammered repeatedly, still caught in a dilemma."Can't decide, huh? Well, let me help you." Frank chuckled coolly and launched a spiraling burst of pure vigor straight out of his meridian nexus.The pure vigor shot into Urian's body instantly, expanding and whirling endlessly, hitting his insides and leaving him screaming.He dropped to the floor and convulsed endlessly, his eyes
Then, when Urian was done snapping at Frank, he turned toward his men and yelled, "Boys! Just keep that prick there—Mr. Jonas will soon be back with the Lionheart martial elites, and they'll kill him on the spot. All we have to do is just enjoy the show!""Alright!" The goons cheered.One had to give it to Urian, holding such sway over his men that they quickly surrounded his office and Frank and Noel who were inside.They were clearly not intending to hurt Frank, only to keep him there.Noel frowned as she could see what Urian was planning and pointed at Urian as she snapped, "You're despicable!""Despicable?!" Urian snorted. "Hah! Don't think that you're untouchable just because you're Draconia's top actress! How naive, trying to build something for yourself when you have no patron!""Damn it!" Noel clenched her fist, but Urian was right.She had wanted to build something for herself in Draconia's showbiz with the sweat of her brow, only for the advanced equipment she pinned
"You're wrong, Mr. Reno. I have you exactly where I want you, and…"Frank's smile broadened. "You've really spared me the trouble of searching everywhere for the saboteurs of Lanecorp's transport trucks. How convenient.""What? What the hell are you saying? You have—"Even before Urian finished, his triumphant expression turned to shock and then panic.After all, Frank just leapt out of his office so quickly that he was a blur and boldly landed into the center of the hundreds of goons."Argh!!!""Oof!""My arm! My arm!"The goons were screaming every exclamation possible as Frank changed among their ranks like a wolf among sheep.He was unstoppable, hitting the goons even before they realized what happened with ease as if on a garden stroll.He would break arms or legs without a thought, while all the goons could see was a shadow flashing before their eyes.Terrible pain would soon ensue as they looked down to find a disjointed limb or wrists that were twisted in a circle.
Frank did not answer Urian's awkward question and instead smiled and asked his own. "Mr. Reno, would you believe me if I said I'm affable and don't like resolving problems with violence?"Urian could only scowl, and he almost rolled his eyes at Frank.Fuck! This man floored all of his men instantly, even gloating that he had all of them where he wanted them to be… and then said he was affable?Still, come to think of it, the same applied to him.He glanced at Frank and saw the smirk of contempt Frank shot his way.It was clear that his question was rhetorical and a jibe at Urian, who was left troubled as he came to his senses.He was always on his toes as he made a living in Zamri and did his best to make the best choices.However, all of those jumping back and forth failed terribly today because he did not understand martial artists.He completely failed to see what Frank was capable of—it was even more ridiculous than the stuff in action movies!As he understood his position
Grom Santi, the black-clad youth, scowled. "Is that part of Mr. Lionheart's plans?""Uh… Of course!" Chet quickly replied.In reality, he was no more than Sil Lionheart's lapdog—he was no martial artist and did not have many connections.That was why Sil sent him to Zamri to lead the black-clad men.However, they were Lionheart martial elites and naturally did not think highly of Chet, what with his insatiable greed and lust.Even them being there was out of respect to Sil—they would not be following his orders anytime soon.Chet knew that very well, which was why he name-dropped Sil, or the black-clad men would just up and leave."Fine, let's make this quick, or it'd be troublesome if Lanecorp finds out.""Don't worry—Lanecorp would never know." Chet sneered.He was presuming that he was perfectly discreet and remained oblivious that Noel was working with Lanecorp. And on top of that, the man with her was not some bodyguard, but the one man in Lanecorp they should not mess wi
"Exactly!" Urian cried anxiously. "Y-You and your men should hurry… I'm barely holding on here!""You're barely holding on?"Chet was taken aback—was that man with Noel that amazing?Urian had over a hundred goons too, but that man could handle them all by himself?!Chet certainly did not believe it, and it also soon occurred to him that Urian was exaggerating just to get more goodies from him."Sly old fox," he snorted, though he had no choice but to hurry with his men.Still, it was curiously quiet, and there were no security guards in sight at all."Wait!"Grom suddenly held up a hand to stop the others, frowning despite Chet's glare of impatience. "Chet—I mean, Mr. Jonas—don't you see that something is strange here?""What's strange?!" Chet snorted.All he could think about was Noel's devastating figure and ravishing smile.In fact, the closer he was, the less he was able to stop the fire blazing in his loins. And he actually thought he could smell Noel's perfume in the