There was unwavering confidence all over Frank's face. "That's not all, Mr. Simmons. You would wake up every morning with sore muscles and enfeebled limbs."Gerald inhaled deeply and looked solemnly at Frank. "How'd you know?"The brat had yet to examine him in any way—did Vicky tell him about his symptoms earlier?"It's all written on your face, Mr. Simmons," Frank said flatly.Geral snorted. "My face? Then tell me, what is my affliction?""A coronary artery disease," Frank said bluntly. "If it's a serious case, I estimate that your condition will worsen in three days, so you should seek treatment as soon as possible."The hall was left quiet for a moment by those words before everyone started laughing out loud.Vicky narrowed her eyes in turn—did Frank make a mistake? That should not be!Just then, the head of Riverton's Skyblade Dojo beckoned at Frank and chuckled. "Vicky told you about Mr. Simmons' condition earlier, didn't she? You have the symptoms right, but you never me
At the same time, Peter was groaning and moaning on a bed at Riverton General. He was unable to move with his entire arm plastered, while Gina was sobbing, her heart broken. "What happened, Peter? Who hurt you?"Sean added indignantly, "Tell me who it is. I will settle the score for you.""Who else?!" Peter cried. "It's that b*st*rd Frank Lawrence!"Helen was taken aback. "But Frank's been at Verdant Hotel the whole time…""He sent his goons after me!" Peter growled through his teeth.In reality, Barney gave him a thorough beating just as he was ready to join them at Verdant Hotel. While Barney himself did tell Peter that Frank sent him, Peter did not mention the fact that he sent Barney to hurt Frank in the first place.Even so, only Helen found his story suspicious. "Why would Frank send people after you?"She knows that Frank was not that petty and would not have Peter beaten up just because he did not like him.Peter started to stammer right then, "H-He's jealous of me… W
Frank shook his head. "Nope."Helen breathed a sigh of relief, and her knuckles eased. Looking apologetic just then, she said, "Frank, I'm apologizing on behalf of my brother. Peter was being unreasonable—don't stoop to his level."For them, everything was bygones after their divorce. That was why she did not want her family to start harassing Frank."I won't. He should stay away if he knows what's good for him," Frank said with a snort."I will warn him," Helen agreed.As she picked up Peter's medicine and left, Frank did not stop her as she slowly ventured into the distance.Suddenly, a blond youth intercepted her, grinning. "A moment please, Ms. Lane."Helen stared at the impudent youth warily. "Who are you?""Who I am doesn't matter," Blondie said with a smile. "My boss has admired you for a while and would like to have a chat with you."Helen studied Blondie just then.The hair dyed platinum blond, ear piercing, elaborate tattoos, and leather jacket all indicated that
Sean certainly could not help smiling as he reveled inside. 'What a perfect damsel-in-distress plot! I guess someone up there really likes me… This will definitely seal the deal!'On the other hand, Blondie was clutching his chest. Knowing that he could not beat Sean, he pointed at him and snapped, "You prick! Don't you dare leave town! My boss will come soon and beat you to a pulp!"Sean simply put his hands on his hips charismatically. "Sure, I'll wait right here. Try to grow a pair if you don't come back."Blondie was surprised that Sean was still talking tough and hurried to get help."Hmph." Sean snorted in disdain before turning toward Helen with a look of concern. "Are you alright?"Helen nodded stiffly, her eyes fixed on Frank nearby.She was convinced that Frank would step up to save her when it mattered, but in the end, he merely stood there, unmoved.She was certainly disappointed, but perhaps he really did not care about her anymore.Sean followed her gaze and fou
Inside Riverton General, Helen was leaning against the hallway, her head lowered in thought.Sean approached her, asking affectionately, "What's on your mind, Helen?""Nothing," she replied."Please don't tell me it's Frank," Sean said tentatively. Helen smiled begrudgingly and shook her head. "Why would I be thinking about him?""Yes, of course," Sean promptly scoffed. "He's trash—you should forget about him. I mean, you may be his ex-wife, but he actually refused to help even when he saw that you were in danger. You can't depend on men like him."Helen nodded in agreement, and seeing that, Sean promptly whipped out the diamond ring he had prepared in his pocket.Looking upon Helen lovingly then, he said, "I bought this for you—it's the latest design from Pegasus Diamonds. I wanted to give it to you as a gift after you got that contract from the Turnbulls, but I didn't have the chance."Helen was stunned. "What is this, Mr. Wesley?""Do you really not get it?" Sean's blazing
Sean cursed Gina for being an idiot under his breath—how would he win when there were so many on the other side?!But even as he realized neither running nor standing his ground were options, Blondie remembered him and pointed straight at him. "Boss, that's the b*st*rd who kicked me."All at once, every thug turned toward Sean.Despite the pierce glares, Sean gritted his teeth and moved to stand in front of Helen, bracing himself as he snapped, "I'm sure everyone here's respectable in this law-abiding society. Violence is bad, so why don't we let bygones be bygones? Work with me here… I'll even pay for the kid's medical bills."Smack!Robin strode right up and slapped Sean across the face, leaving his head spinning as he saw stars."Work with you?" Robin snapped. "Who the f*ck are you?"Sean was fuming—it had been less than a day, but he had already been slapped three times!However, he had to restrain his anger and explained, "I'm Sean Wesley.""Who? Never heard of you. Beat
Thud!Thud! Thud!As dull punches made contact, the thugs were all floored, none of them able to stand after a single hit from Frank.And like a human-shaped tank, he continued toward Robin, who was left dumbstruck from fear. "S-Stop him!"It was a scene straight from a horror movie—the man was just like a rabid dog!Even so, any thug who tried to stop Frank would be gently shoved aside, their arm broken.Frank reached Robin soon enough and seized his neck with a vice-like grip."Oof—" Choking immediately, Robin released Helen in reflex while his other hand reached to his hip and whipped out a pocket knife.As it gleamed coldly, he screamed, "Die!""Watch out!" Helen cried out and jumped toward them, but it was too late…Frank had caught Robin by the wrist in a split second, with the knife just an inch away and not budging at all!He then squeezed!Crack!Robin's arm was twisted by a 180 degree angle right then and utterly deformed!"Argh!!! My hand!!! My hand!!!" he
Robin pointed at Frank's face and snarled slowly and clearly, "Get down on your knees and beg—I might just spare your life!"That only earned him a slap from Frank, knocking out two of his molars."I don't care who you are," he growled. "Touch Helen, and even your daddy will die."Robin was certainly dumbstruck—the brat hit him?! Even after he announced himself?!His eyes reddening, he bellowed, "F*ck you! I'll kill you and torture Helen to death!""Shut up," Frank snapped, balling his fists in response to his impudence."Stop it!" Sean shouted right then.Frank paused, and wheeled on him. "What, are you pleading for his sake?"Sean glared at him in turn. "He's Leo Grayson's son! We'll all be dragged into this if you kill him!"Beside him, Gina nodded repeatedly. "Yeah, that's right! We can't afford to provoke Leo!" Frank glared at her in disbelief. "Do you hear a word he said?!"Helen would not have peace as long as Robin lived—honestly, what was going on in Gina's head?!
The hag shook her head repeatedly. "No, this is impossible! Even if you're gifted, you wouldn't be this accomplished without giving blood and sweat!"Frank sighed. "Don't you know that Einstein revolutionized physics in his twenties? Prodigies don't simply possess extraordinary gifts—they can gain twice the success even with less effort than the average person, staying well beyond any of your reach."The hag smirked. "To be honest, I would have been willing to let you join us if not for your arrogance."At her words, the lotus she sat on turned pellucid like Frank's and started flashing in red light too.The crowd who was feeling just disappointed a second ago were once again thrilled, and the middle-aged man even dissed Frank. "And you call yourself a prodigy? You're just a bitch the way I see it—your red light only lasted that long!"The hag sighed. "Such a shame indeed!"The red light shot toward Frank as she finished but faded in an instant, and soon, the hag's lotus faded as
Frank ignored the hag and asked, "How many people do you have?""It doesn't matter," the hag growled coldly. "They're plenty enough to deal with you."Frank nodded and sat cross-legged, closing and resting his eyes while saying, "Go on. Call for them."The hag was curious. "You're only in your twenties—wherever did you get that confidence?"Frank chuckled. "You can identify a horse from a donkey by making it run, as they say."The hag would like to end him right there. But considering that this was an opportunity to train, and they were all safe with her around, she decided to play along and called for everyone.Soon, over a hundred people dressed like the hag arrived. All of them were ugly or had birth defects, which paints quite the amusing picture.A middle-aged man in shades strode up, studying Frank in interest. "Oh, quite the overachiever, aren't you? Reaching the Ascendant rank in your twenties…"Frank shot him a look and asked coolly, "How many people have you killed be
Frank yelled, "Tell me who your boss is, and I might spare your life! Otherwise, the glass shards on the door will be your doom."That certainly showed the woman that Frank was being honest, and that she misjudged men!Chuckling bitterly, she said, "I actually quite liked you, so I'd rather not speed you to your death. Know when to stop if you're really smart, kid."Frank laughed coolly. "If I was going to stop, would I have come after you or Horace at all?"Fear comes from the unknown, which is why people fear the dark and the paranormal. But when they emerge from it, they fear nothing!"The woman gaped at Frank in disbelief, surprised that someone like him existed in such a quiet corner in this world.Terrifying, yet not patient—his existence was way beyond her reach.But when it came to men like him, she was still all too happy to help him die for on reason!"Fine, I'll take you to her—just don't be disappointed in the gap of power. Try to keep your pride as you do now."Fr
"What the fuck do you want?!"It was the first time Horace had ever seen anyone do something like this.Frank was helping out of sheer conscience and clearly would not tolerate anyone who committed evils, even going all out to wipe them out.At the same time, he was also different from the rest. Cunning ploys and fancy tricks were pointless against him, and he did not care about his reputation as long as he achieved his goal.And when it came to personal ability, wit, and influence, Horace simply did not compare in any element. He was also experienced enough to see that compliance was his only chance against a character like Frank. But chance did not even mean surviving but a polite death, because Frank would not let someone like him live!Throwing up his hands, Horace exclaimed, "I-I'll tell you everything! Just kill me—don't throw me in jail, okay?!"Frank said nothing and waited until Horace confessed everything, and once he gathered sufficient information, he snapped his fi
"How did you get in here?"Before this, Horace had arranged a security detail of over a dozen men in case Frank came after him.Even if they were no match for Frank, they could at least buy time, while he would hear the commotion and flee!However, Frank simply appeared without a sound behind him, making it all the more horrific!"Simple, really."Frank smirked. "I knocked them all out quietly! But to be honest, it's your own fault for not hiring martial artists despite being so rich. It's what you deserve.""You can kill me, but what's going to happen to the girl's parents?"Horace smirked, still confident in his own advantage as he waved his phone at Frank.It was a simple gesture to tell him that he was ready to take Aisling's parents down with him.Frank simply ignored him. "The assassin you sent was quite something, to be honest. Pretty face, and that mole under her eye… She's really special."Horace lost all composure right then—that could only mean that Frank had met h
"Got it!"The woman hung up and used her other phone to call Aisling again. "Lady, you will do everything we say. To put it harshly, you're now a slave—you don't get to refuse us!""Is that so?"Just as the woman finished, the window suddenly crashed open, and someone zoomed inside!Even before she could react, she was held firmly in place by the shoulder.Seeing the handsome face and knowing it was the martial elite who took down the dozenish goons sent by the cottage, she exclaimed in shock, "H-How did you find me?""Did you think I can't find you just because you're on the move?"Frank smirked as he pointed outside. "First and foremost, finding your name is simple since I have the means to find your number and therefore personal details. Also, this vehicle is registered under your name—and with the support of the most advanced GPS systems, it'd be shocking if I couldn't find you."In fact, Frank already knew the woman would not hang around in Aisling's home and called Jouri
Other factors aside, pride matters more than anything else when a person gets rich, and Horace absolutely refused to be mocked as a coward."Don't worry about it. I have other arrangements in place," he said. He then told the middle-aged man to leave and called a mysterious number.-An hour later, Frank was speaking with the intern at his homestay cottage when her phone rang.Taking it out and seeing an unfamiliar number, she knew right away that it was from the Mount Statera's management and turned on the speakers despite her curiosity as she answered."Aisling Walls, was it? Your name has a nice ring to it!" A playful, feminine voice giggled eerily from the other end."What's it to you?" Aisling snorted in annoyance. "Mess around, and I'll call the cops on you!"The woman was not intimidated at all, even laughing icily. "Go on, but your parents will die if you do."Aisling was stunned, shaking her head as she cried, "No, that's impossible… How could you know where I live?"
The middle-aged man frowned.He knew that the intern and the chief ranger would take convincing, but they did not even care to listen. "Actually, neither of you have any control over your lives now."And with that, he turned to leave.This was a homestay, after all—a fight would only further complicate the situation, which was why he did not want to do it here.However, just because he could bear with it did not mean that Frank could. "Hold it. Don't you think you're disrespecting me by leaving so quickly?"The middle-aged man stopped and turned, seemingly interested. "And where did you get the confidence to threaten me?"Frank simply smiled.At the very next instant, the middle-aged man and his dozen goons were sent flying.Then, even before they could get up, Frank had already cut up and stamped his foot on the middle-aged man's face."W-Who the hell are you?"He had worked for Horace for a while, but someone as bothersome as Frank was the first.Even if he was stupid, he
The chief ranger sighed. "I can understand being altruistic, kid, but strength doesn't solve all problems."Frank laughed. "Are you sure I'm just good in a fight? The behavior of upper management is definitely terrible—if someone like me would simply let it slide, what would happen to the ordinary folk?"The chief ranger no longer hesitated and told the intern everything he knew.Soon, her article blew up on the internet, with netizens everywhere outraged.Management naturally could not just let it slide.Horace Gagne, the person in charge, promptly sent his people after the intern and the chief ranger, only to find that they were both in Frank's homestay cottage.As both groups convened, they reported to Horace right away despite their surprise.Horace was certainly no fool—he knew that someone was setting this scene.But so what about it? He had plenty of ways to bury his opponent.And with that, his thugs all stormed into the first floor living room to find Frank seated on