As Neil rolled around and screamed, his sweat was turning into ice while faint vapor swirled around him.It was a scary sight—even Vicky was stunned as she looked on, since she had experienced the same symptoms when she was poisoned with Snowshade.Still, Paul was smiling after reading the signs. "Calm down, Mr. Turnbull. The poison you took is cold—I can help you."Neil breathed a sigh of relief—the poison was no issue for Paul!Whipping out a box of silver needles right then, he inserted one in the center of Neil's solar plexus.Neil was delighted right then—all his pain was gone!Then Paul inserted twelve more needles at various other pressure points, while Neil soon recovered as if he was never poisoned.Vicky was surprised that Paul was actually as good as he boasted, while Neil laughed smugly. "Haha! Your poison is nothing, Frank Lawrence!""If I'm not mistaken, you were using cold poison," Paul stroked his beard as he gloated as well, "Shame. I have studied that discipli
"What…" Neil was gritting his teeth in disappointment, but he soon glared viciously at Frank. "You win this time. Now give me the antidote.""What?" Frank shrugged. "Neither of us agreed to provide antidotes.""W-What are you talking about?" Neil stared at Frank in blank disbelief—was Frank going to let him die?! Frank shook his head. "I'm sorry, Mr. Turnbull. But I'm under no obligation to help you.""Frank Lawrence!" Paul strode up to him, barking, "Know when not to push it—think of your future, won't you?""Haha!" Frank laughed without a care. "Are you really talking about the future? It's already a question as to whether he survives tonight.""Guh…" Paul was immediately left stumped.At the same time, Neil was tearing up in agony and crawled toward Walter to hug his leg as he cried, "Please, Uncle Walter… save me! Make him give me the antidote! I'm going to die!"Walter was left at a loss, but he had no choice but to turn toward Frank with a pleading look. "Please be mag
Neil was Glen's second son, and he certainly never apologized to anyone!"Me, apologize to him?!" he growled. "I'm the second heir of the family!"Vicky shrugged nonchalantly. "If you don't want to do it, guess you'll just have to die."Susan snapped at Frank right then, "What are you waiting for? Give him the antidote!"Frank folded his arms before his chest nonchalantly. "Sorry, but I have no choice since he doesn't want to apologize.""What…" Susan's face flushed—this was the first time she had met anyone this full of himself!On the other hand, Vicky stood beside Frank. "Neil was the one who suggested this match. He lost but couldn't bring himself to apologize after all that. He has no choice but to die—I've done all I can either way."Walter looked at Frank's cool gaze, and then at his nephew who was writhing in agony.Seeing that there was no reasoning with Frank, he leaned in to tell Neil, "Why don't you just apologize properly, Neil?"Neil's face contorted in rage, his
"Okay." Frank nodded and turned toward Walter. "I'll see you again, Mr. Turnbull."With that, he followed Robert into his car and headed to his residence with him.It was a manor to the east of the city—a location filled with nature's blessings. That was especially the case for a certain mansion, surrounded by the hills and bodies of water. Frank found himself staring at the mansion—cultivating there would definitely be twice as effective than usual!The Quills were a clan of martial artists as reputed, with acolytes sparring or training along the compound.Once the car drove inside the manor grounds, Yara hurried over to open the door for him. "Welcome, Mr. Lawrence.""Thank you," Frank said and followed Robert into the drawing room.A burly man was sitting there, having waited for a while.He bore some resemblance to Robert and got up when he saw Robert. "Father."Robert nodded. "Allow me to introduce you to my son Stan, Mr. Lawrence. Stan, this is Mr. Frank Lawrence, the m
Yara blushed as she lowered her gaze, avoiding Frank's eyes.She had no choice—she needed to give her father a suitable excuse, since Neil might harass Frank. However, she did not have one and had to tell her father that Frank was her boyfriend to finally get her father to help."Oh… Well…" Frank blurted, not sure what to say."We've just been together for a month, Dad," Yara complained right then. "Don't pry now."Robert smiled. "Alright, if you say so."Beside him, Stan flexed his muscles. "It's not that easy if you want to be my brother-in-law, Mr. Lawrence. You'll have to get past me first."Frank was left with a headache right then—he never had that intention at all!Robert chuckled just then. "Well, my son said it. You'd need to at least best him to protect Yara, don't you?"Frank smiled awkwardly. "Ms. Quill is plenty amazing herself. Not many would be able to beat her."Did she even need protection, given her strength?Still, Robert waved him off dismissively. "You ma
However, Stan was only further infuriated by his sister's reminder.No longer holding back, he poised himself to go all out and attacked—his Boltsmacker was ferocious, and one could feel a gust in the air with each strike he unleashed!Frank, however, remained nonchalant as he lightly parried Stan's blow."Shit…" Stan's face fell.He quickly unleashed all seven styles and sixty-three strikes of his technique. And yet, Frank did not even react as he kept meeting every blow until the very last.Having read all of Stan's moves at that point, he slowly said, "You're focusing too much on your attack, which reveals your openings unknowingly."His tone was quiet and calm, but it struck Stan like a bolt from the blue!Soon, he was left watching as Frank charged a Boltsmacker.He had also improved the technique once more, and in a style that suited men!Stan's eyes widened as he froze in place, his pupils dilating—Frank seemed to be shining just then!That was when Frank unleashed hi
Even Stan was left exclaiming in awe after reading the manual. "You're a genius, Mr. Lawrence!"Robert then asked, "Are you willing to sell this, Mr. Lawrence? I'm willing to buy it off your hands."Frank chuckled. "You're exaggerating, sir. It's just a manual—you can have it if you want it."It was actually worthless to him, and he certainly did not mind letting them have it for Yara's sake."Oh… This is a little too much!" Robert exclaimed, surprised by Frank's generosity. "If you need anything, you need just ask—I promise to do my utmost to help as long as it's within my power…"Frank thought about it and suddenly asked, "Would you happen to know who owns the mansion on top of the hill?"Robert appeared surprised but soon smiled, "Actually, the luxurious residences of Skywater Bay is a development project my son led. What a coincidence!"Stan quickly asked, "Are you interested in the mansion, Mr. Lawrence?"He was utterly respectful now that he had seen the depth of Frank's
Things were awkward between Frank and Yara, and the latter quickly opened the door when they arrived at the hilltop mansion. "This is it, Mr. Lawrence. Why don't you look inside?"Frank scanned the place.All the furniture he could ask for was there, and the interior was renovated thoroughly. There was some dust, but the place was great overall."It's really good," he remarked.Yara nodded. "I'll call the cleaners over soon. You can move in as soon as tonight, Mr. Lawrence.""Thank you." Frank nodded. Yara then remembered something else and told him, "By the way, we have a lead on Winter Lawrence, the person you asked me to find. I've found out from the orphanage that she was adopted and taken to Middleton, and I've sent my people to look.""Thank you, Ms. Quill," Frank said seriously. "I'd be really grateful if you could really find her.""May I ask who she is to you?" Yara asked in curiosity just then.Winter was obviously very important to Frank, and Yara wondered if she w