The old man's family did not compare to the Ingrams or the Jarics?And judging from his pulse, the old man was no martial artist but just a little stronger than the average man.Frank mused if he could be mistaken just then and that Jason's benefactor was not the one he was looking for.Still, he said, "Step out for a moment. I'll try to save him!""Alright, let's go!"The old man's son promptly beckoned at his friends and family to leave.Ten minutes later, Frank stepped outside as well and told Tigris to bring some pen and paper, writing down a prescription."Just stick to this—remember, three times a day before meals," he told the old man's son. "He'll fully recover in just five days.""What?!" The old man's son was dumbfounded.He was hoping that his father would die sooner, but he needed some doctors to declare that his father was beyond saving.And yet, this half-baked pretty boy did it anyway!"Are you kidding?" he asked, even as the rest of his family and friends flo
Frank could tell right then that Jason must have done something unusual to confirm if the box of bone ashes was truly a box of bone ashes."You can't be blamed," he assured Jason. "People always think for themselves."Jason nodded. "Well, it's weird now that we talk about it… but ever since I had a taste, I feel like I have endless energy. It's like I mutated!"It was a joke, but Frank did not laugh, as he remembered what Jason said.If he was telling the truth, the whole situation was fishy—Frank certainly would not believe that Jason's mentor would treat a youth he never met with such respect for no real reason. "Alright, just take care and rest well," Frank told him. "I have something I need to do, so I'll be on leave for a few days.""Oh, sure!" Jason nodded. "Just do what you need to do, and you can even leave without asking—you'll be paid anyway! That said, I'm just worried if you're going alone, so have Lara tag along.""There's no need for that!" Frank shook his head.
Frank nodded. "You're right, debts must be paid—so tell me, how much does she owe?""Five hundred grand!""Fine. What's your account number?"The burly men were left trading glances, and the bald leader asked, "Wait, are you paying for her?""Isn't that obvious?" Frank asked in return, having taken out his phone."Good, as long as someone pays up!"The bald leader gave Frank an account number, and he wired the money without another word.Seeing the notification of the transfer, the bald leader was suddenly fawning all over Frank. "The name's Caleb Godot. I have some influence around these parts, and I'm what you call a financier. Just call me anytime you need some cash!"He even offered Frank a business card and did not push his luck although Frank did not take it, then left his thugs.Nonetheless, Frank's generosity surprised the old woman in the house, and she quickly opened the door for him when she saw that the bald man and the thugs were gone. "You're such a good egg, b
"Don't worry about who I am," Frank said coolly. "Now, tell me… Are you Luis Tembo?""I-I'll pay up, I promise!" Luis was begging for mercy right then, thinking that Frank was here to collect his debt. "Just give me time! Please!""I've already cleared your debt!"Frank turned on the lights, shut the door, and dragged Luis into the main bedroom."Come on, man! Quit yanking my chain!"Finally seeing how scrawny the youth before him was, Luis was immediately doubtful.How could Frank have cleared his debt? And why would Frank help, when they did not know each other?"Doesn't matter what you believe," Frank said. "No one's going to bother you now—but I'm no charity organization either, and my help doesn't come for free."So, tell me—haven't you received a box of bone ashes, delivered to you by a man named Jason Chand?""Come on, brother. Five hundred grand won't buy you anything."However, Luis promptly picked up on the importance of that information to Frank and demanded more
This meant that Frank was on the right track.People who could fight tigers bare-handed? They must be the ones he was looking for!"Don't tell anyone I was here!" he snapped at Luis before heading to Torchwood.It was a place of vices and debauchery, and the thunderous dubstep left Frank ill at ease.But there was no helping it—he had to check this place out, and so, must create a distraction!Picking up a bottle of beer, he dropped to a couch behind a booth seat and threw it to the other end of the room.Once the bottle struck a pudgy man, Frank moved behind him and threw the bottle at the booth seat he had just left.With that exchange and the dimly lit room, the two gangs promptly started fighting.The bar manager promptly led his bouncers to stop the fight, while Frank seized the moment to sneak out, leaping out to the backroom. Unable to hear any breathing, he decided that there was no one there and entered without hesitation.The furnishings were quite antiquated altho
It had been easy, but Frank was clearly denied his objective.The geezer was most definitely the mastermind who orchestrated everything, but that was one thing on its own.His lackeys were not going to disappear with his death—on top of that, there would be many more individuals like that geezer, and Frank must wipe them all out.As Frank strode into Whitney Chandler's mansion, he saw that neither Whitney nor Lara Gold were asleep.They were fiddling with their phones while clearly waiting for him and were on their feet when they saw him return."How did it go?" Lara asked."As it should." Frank shrugged. "What are you ladies doing, staying up?!""We're waiting for you, kiddo!" Whitney giggled. "It must've been a long day. Want a drink?""I'll pass—I still have work to do tomorrow."Whitney was a little disappointed. "Come on, I bought everything we need! Just think of it as paying rent!"Frank was not sure if he should laugh or cry. "What, am I some male host?""Of course."
Leo was horrified. "T-This is impossible!"He did not expect Frank to be so quick that he could not even respond!"You want to live, don't you?" Frank then growled coolly. "Don't you think you should tell me who gave you your powers?""I-I can't say!"Leo was completely deflated despite being endlessly confident earlier. Even as he tried his best to survive, he sweated all over his face while his legs trembled."Well then, see you…" Frank started to squeeze.Leo, unable to stop himself, dropped to his knees right then!"Please!" he begged. "I really can't tell you… Just let me live!""Can't. You either talk, or you die." Frank's visage was as cold as the reaper's, scaring even Lara and Whitney.Leo sighed, as if resolving himself, and said, "I don't know who they were… After you had me clobbered and rushed to a clinic, I somehow ended up at the morgue instead. I wasn't awake, but I was still vaguely aware of my surroundings."I was terrified, and I thought the clinic wanted m
The nurse studied Frank at the same time, surprised that a man so handsome would show up at a place like this."Are you sick, handsome?" she quickly asked eagerly. "Don't be shy now. You can just tell me directly!"Frank smiled but shook his head. "I'm perfectly fine—just wanted to ask where the morgue is?"The nurse sighed in relief at Frank's response, seemingly pleased. Still, she asked, "What business do you have at the morgue?""Oh, I am a special individual who must inspect the place, but I can't be seen, if you know what I mean?"At the same time, Frank slid some cash that he had prepared to the nurse."Oh, that's unnecessary!" The nurse quickly turned him down. "I'd never take your money over such a small favor. But may I ask who she is?"The nurse glanced pointedly at Lara, clearly checking if Frank was single so she was not doing this for nothing."A friend!" Lara said."Oh, a friend!" The nurse smiled in understanding and took out her phone. "Let's add each other