Yannick had personally planted the fake pills in the storeroom, and Yannick himself said that there was no mistaking it.But it had already been ten minutes since the inspection group left—Yannick should have found the fake pills by now and returned, proving his accusations against Zamri Hospital.Could he have forgotten where he put it and had to search for it?Even as his doubts gnawed, Fredo continued waiting, sweating dripping down his brow.Then, after twenty minutes, he decided that he had waited long enough.However, just as he was about to lead his own men to assist with the inspection, there was a rush of footsteps down the hallway."Hehehe… Well, they're back!"Fredo smiled smugly when he saw that Yannick was leading the group.It had taken some time, but their conspiracy was a success anyway! Zamri Hospital was history now!Be that as it may, while Fredo was busy basking in wild delight, he suddenly realized that Yannic's face was pale, and he was empty-handed.In
"Rumors, you say…"Frank nodded and shrugged. "You heard rumors that we were giving fake pills, so you reported it to the commissioner the day after we fired you."And despite it being just rumors, the commissioner has personally sent full-armed officers to investigate Zamri Hospital… all because you heard rumors."His eyes turning cold as he glared fixedly at Yannick, Frank growled, "In that case, what if I said I've heard rumors that you, Yannick Jorst, have been selling organs of the deceased to the black market by abusing your position as the head coroner? I wonder if the commissioner would send so many armed officers to assist in my investigation too?"Everyone on the scene did a double take at Frank's cool words, with many of the patients noticing the contradiction.Frank was certainly right—why would the commissioner come here in force over a mere rumor?!"Y-You're slandering me!"Yannick was caught off guard, but he was soon pointing at Frank and snapping, "I've never do
"Hudson Stewart, liver, five hundred grand."Jane Weston, skin graft, nine hundred grand."The shocking transactions left Podrick Daffey turning pale, his lips trembling.On the other hand, Frank was chuckling nonchalantly, "Hehe. See, Captain Daffey? This isn't just rumors now—every transaction has the official stamp of Zamri Hospital's former head coroner, and even the wire transfers are all sent to Yannick Jorst's account."Podrick could only gulp as he stared at the ledger, various expressions alternating over his face."What's wrong, Captain Daffey?"Yannick was left confused that Podrick would look so shocked and flustered despite his usual poker face, though his eyes soon widened when he came close, and he stared at Frank in disbelief."W-What… Where did you get this from—no, wait! I mean…"Yannick did a double take and quickly corrected himself, "This is slander! Slander! It's a conspiracy by Zamri Hospital and Frank Lawrence! Don't believe anything you read, Captain Da
"W-What…"Fredo was left stunned by the imposing sight before him—there were over hundred men-in-black who stood in formation with poise and vigor.And they were all clearly martial artists!It was a scale of strength that would set them among the top factions in the east coast, and even the modest sects would not possess such might!"I don't know what the commissioner offered that motivated Carlo Group into traveling all the way from the midlands to the east coast just to fuck with us… but a word of advice: it really doesn't matter who you are, you must know your place on the pecking order."With a firm clap on Fredo's shoulder, he strode toward the square in front of Zamri Hospital, where a Lanecorp company car was waiting by the curb."Mr. Lawrence."A security officer from the Lanecorp Health and Safety Department opened the door for him respectfully.Frank, however, did not get on.Instead, he turned and threw a curious look at Fredo, chuckling. "Don't you have a party to
"A young man?"Geon lowered his wine glass, appearing thoughtful.He did not know that many young men—and this was a delicate time to ask to meet him.Moreover, his daily schedule was always kept a secret, and a sudden visit was really fishy."Turn him down."On the other hand, Carlo was already on his feet, snapping at the waiter as he saw the awkward look on Geon's face. "Don't you see that the commissioner is busy? Do you really think that this is the time for guests?! It doesn't matter who he is—tell him to leave!"The waiter made an awkward face. "But, Mr. Barzini… The young man said that he's your son.""My son? You mean, Fredo?"Carlo was left doing a double take—he did not invite his son to this party, since he should be busy sabotaging Zamri Hospital with Podrick…"Oh, right!"Nonetheless, Carlo's eyes lit up as he smiled—the brat finally did well for once!The boy must have known that the commissioner would be here and quickly finished taking over Zamri Hospital to
Surely there was no way that Frank was here to celebrate Carlo Group taking over Zamri Hospital, was there?Hence, the private room quickly turned awkwardly silent.Bang!Eventually, Carlo slammed his fist on the table, breaking the silence and causing all the tableware to shake."What the hell is this, Fredo?!" he bellowed.Seeing his father's murderous glare, Fredo looked like he could cry. "Dad… L-Let's just go back to the midlands!""What?!"Carlo almost blew a fuse at his son's groveling and pointed at him as he huffed, "You piece of shit! I dare you to say it again!""Dad, I just want to survive! Let's just leave already!"Fredo sobbed so loudly everyone in the room could hear him, even as he dropped to his knees in front of the table despite his father's furious glare. "M-Mr. Lawrence… He's beyond us… H-He…"However, Fredo was stuttering so badly that he just could not finish his own sentence."You piece of shit!"Carlo snapped again, and looked around before picking
Smiling, Frank continued, "That's what I'd like to know—have I done something to offend anyone here, or maybe you just don't like me because I'm that good looking?"Geon scowled even harder at Frank's words.Beside him, Carlo slammed his hand on the table and bellowed coldly, "Quit clowning around! You're not welcome here, so leave! Otherwise, I'll call in my boys, and you won't be able to leave even if you want to!""Temper, temper." Frank smiled as he slowly stood up. "So you could tell that I was just clowning around…"That was when his smile changed to an icy glare, and he knocked his wine glass to the floor, crushing it under his foot."Since none of you want to play nice, I won't. Did you really think that I'm that easily bullied?" he growled coolly, looking around at everyone around the table. "If you want me, come after me! It says more about you than me, the way you'd rather come after the people around me!"Geon recovered from his shock just then, and snapped, "How dare
"What?!"Carlo was left stupefied by his son's exclamation.For this party, he had called over the strongest muscle he had from the midlands.His aim was simple, too—after the party was over, he would demonstrate to Zamri's wealth and power the depths of Carlo Group's strength: fifty Birthright-ranked elites!"Are you serious…?!"Carlo was caught in disbelief even as he stared at his son—those fifty Birthright-ranked elites were the trump cards that his company had consolidated over the years, and they were all gone without warning?However, he also knew that his son would never joke around on an occasion such as this!"It's true!"Fredo was yelling hysterically, shedding tears in a nervous breakdown as he finally revealed why he was totally horrified. "I watch with my own eyes… Frank Lawrence wiped out every martial elite we had, all by himself! Let's give up on the east coast already!""A-All by himself?!"Carlo was stupefied.He had known that Frank was very strong, but j