On the other hand, the bodyguard squad leader was sent stumbling backward from recoil, losing his balance and falling on his rear."What?!"Seeing their leader falling on the floor, the other bodyguards were all in clear disbelief.The man was a martial artist, and a Birthright-ranked one at that!He was synonymous with might among the rest of them flunkies, who would not even reach his sleeve even if they all fought him at once.And yet, despite all his might, the bodyguard squad leader could not even stop Frank's stride and instead knocked himself to the floor.On top of that, it was thoroughly humiliating since there were so many people watching!"You… brat!"It took a while for the bodyguard squad leader to come to his senses, and he shoved his hands on the floor to spring himself off the floor.He had really messed up after being caught off guard, and there had to be so many people watching, especially Huub.As such, the bodyguard squad leader was livid—he was basically
"What?!"Though Huub clearly avoided answering Frank's accusation, his question turned sentiment against Frank.Even as the crowd turned to look at Frank now, they were all frowning contempt as if Frank was guilty as charged."That's Frank Lawrence?"On the other hand, the bodyguard squad leader was surprised as he remembered Huub's earlier instructions to thoroughly humiliate Frank should he come to his exhibition, so that his and Lanecorp's reputation would fall to the gutter.And seeing that the timing was right, the bodyguard squad leader restrained his hostility.Folding his arms before his chest, he chuckled coolly at Frank. "Mr. Lawrence, if you've come to apologize and return the Bloodcrane Spiritbloom, then do so right now—kowtow to Mr. Droitner, or you'll know what happens." His meaning was obvious—if Frank did not kowtow and apologize, Winter and the other hostages in Huub's mansion would be made to pay.However, Frank was already done with that.In fact, the reaso
"Go!"With thirtyish bodyguards and the Birthright-ranked bodyguard squad leader charging at Frank, he knew that this had to be resolved with violence.But it suited him just right.In fact, Frank was sneering—after tailing Huub for a while, his fists were itching.Pow!With a punch, he sent a roaring and charging bodyguard flying and screaming."Huh?!""He's a martial artist!""So he can walk the talk!"I guess he had to have something, daring to challenge Droitner Inc. on their turf…""Come on, haven't you heard? He's from Zamri, and you don't ever challenge a lion on his turf, get it?"The bystanders had already presumed that Frank was dead meat as soon as the bodyguards encircled him, only for his first strike to leave them stunned.Frank did not have time to listen to their comments either. After he sent the first bodyguard flying with a punch, three more lunged at him—all of them armed.However, it was pointless since this was an exhibition hall, and they had to show
"Useless fuckers!" Huub growled through his teeth and turned toward Renard Zitch, one of his goons who was standing nearby.Renard, one of the Ten Hellions of South Draconia, was a powerful martial elite who was halfway through the Ascendant rank. In fact, Huub's heart would bleed at the amount of money he paid Renard every year, though he was also his confidante and the man he most relied on.As such, it pleased Huub that not only was Renard so strong that he was peerless among martial artists, but he was also fiercely loyal, removing all who stood in his way.And Frank would be no exception now.Noticing Huub's look, Renard nodded, his visage cold as he rolled up his sleeves and walked toward Frank.Meanwhile, Frank was holding the endlessly confident bodyguard squad leader by the neck.Naturally, the crowd who had yet to disperse looked on in terror.It had not been four minutes since Frank leapt into action against Droitner Inc.'s elite bodyguards, and the bodyguard squad
Renard chuckled coolly, presuming that it had to be the only reason.As one of the Ten Hellions of South Draconia, his might was naturally above questioning.Moreover, he was actually in his sixties, and he actually looked like a younger man since he had always maintained his training routine.And since there was no one who had reached the Ascendant rank below sixty in Draconia, save for the freaks of the major sects, Renard prided himself with his accomplishment.Moreover, those major sects would always keep their freaks close, hiding them within their respective enclaves.They would certainly not allow them to run around causing trouble just like Frank here.What was that if not suicidal?"Brat, I don't know who has your back, but I'll spare you if you go down on your knees, kowtow to Mr. Droitner ten times, and surrender the Bloodcrane Spiritbloom."Frank, who was already sick of such threats, chuckled coolly. "What, not feeling confident about yourself?""No." Renard smile
Ever since that meeting with his father and drinking the tea Silverbell brewed, Frank felt his pure vigor growing in abundance in strength.And now that it was catalyzed with the Bloodcrane Spiritbloom, Frank could hardly control it."Well then, I just have to go all out!"Moving his right foot backward, he released a shockingly red pure vigor as everyone looked on.Boom!Even as Frank's hair flapped against the shockwave, Reynard's smile faded mid-air.Everything around him seemed to disappear, be it the crowd or Huub, who kept egging him on.His whole body was stiff, as if he was frozen mid-air, unable to move."Grr…"Renard soon turned pale, as he found himself staring into a bloody pair of eyes. "Is that… the Death Eater?"Frank was left dumbstruck and blinking, shocked that Renard recognized his move."Roar!!!"Even as Renard heard the thunderous roar of a behemoth that could tear through space and time, he was suddenly free from the darkness.At that moment, he abrup
'How does that even make sense?!'That was the last thought Renard ever had.Soon, with a violent shockwave that threatened to send everyone flying, Frank pulverized not only Renard's pure vigor spear, but also his entire body.The entire roof of the exhibition hall was blown off as well, leaving the entire building almost in ruins, while the very earth of Bralog shook.Still, the shockwave continued to unfurl, even reaching the seas and kicking up a tidal wave that crashed into Huub's coastal mansion.Johnny, who was still waiting in Huub's study, was left watching as the wave crashed and shattered the window pane, slamming into the wall."What the hell…" he groaned and passed out.-Back in the city center, at the wreckage that was once at the exhibition hall, Huub was cowering and trembling in a corner while everyone else fled.Huub was gaping at Frank, whose knuckle was still outstretched, as if he was a monster.What the hell?! Was he even human?!Even as Huub wondered,
Huub's cheeks stiffened at the mention of hostages, only remembering them just then.If he threatened Frank with their safety, Frank would most definitely not try anything against him… However, he flinched when he saw the murderous glare in Frank's eyes, and an almost bestial instinct told him that if he dared to threaten Frank with the hostage, Frank would skin him.After a moment of hesitation, Huub eventually nodded—the hostages were trivial compared to his life!"Good."Seeing Huub nod, Frank smiled in satisfaction.Huub was really smart, since Frank was ready to kill him on the spot if he were to threaten him with his hostages, thus avoiding any surprises."Now, the third…"Frank grinned. "You will confess your crimes to the Bralog commissioner, including the sale of national treasures and artifacts, as well as your dealings with foreign groups!" "What…?!" Huub looked up right then. Forget the fact that the Bralog commissioner was his grandfather's sworn brother—would