While Alda was naive, Sylvie was a stark contrast as she refused to lose even in banter."What, you don't want to keep the other leg too? I'll help!" she snapped, threatening to advance on Scar.That in turn triggered an instinctive fear in him, but it soon faded as he huffed, "I admit that you're better than I think, but times have changed! Violence decides nothing—money is everything, and you'll suffer if you mess with money!"Also, look at the people around me. Do you think they can't kill you?!" With those words, Scar and Fosco shared a smile—they were acquainted, but not particularly close.However, Scar called him over because he was basically a rich playboy who goofed off. And with the Stiltons' riches, he would be rushing ahead of anyone else once he found out about such hidden riches.Fosco was no fool himself either. Knowing that his family was not the richest and that there were enemies he should not make, he had done his homework before coming.That was why he was s
"The Stiltons, was it? You're just some mediocre family, I believe. If you don't want to lose everything, get out of my sight right this instant!"Alda's tone was icy and scarier than Sylvie."You are… Ms. Ingram, yes?" Fosco frowned in turn.He knew that Donnie Ingram had a young and attractive daughter, but…He laughed. "You're kidding. Ms. Ingram is sick! Why would she look perfectly fine like you?"Alda was not sure if she should laugh or cry. "Your information is outdated—I've fully recovered now. What, do you want me to show you my ID?"Fosco was left a little bemused, since he would be really screwed if the woman before him was really Alda Ingram."Prove what?" Sylvie scoffed just then. "You shouldn't just chase away scum like him—tell your dad to destroy his family, leave him begging alms in the streets!"Alda thought about it and had to agree.Her father had once advised her not to be too kind, especially against vile people like Fosco. If anything, they must be ruthl
Fosco's attitude took a sharp turn as he hovered around Alda, pleading, "Please, Ms. Ingram. I'm innocent, I swear to god—it's those pricks! They started it!"Scar and the other thugs were left flabbergasted.After all that hollering, it turned out that the girl was really the sole heiress of the famous Ingram family?!However, Alda snorted at Fosco. "Just watch your back."As she turned to leave, Fosco certainly realized begging was pointless.He strode right up to Scar, slapping him across the face!"It's all your fault!" he bellowed. "This wouldn't have happened if not for you!"Scar was left stunned—Fosco was the one who pushed his luck! How was this his fault?!And since the Stiltons were going to get screwed over anyway, Scar stopped sucking up to Fosco right then, even snapping back at him, "Quit throwing your weight around, brat! Everyone in town knows the Ingrams, and you're screwed now that you've messed with them! No one is scared of you now, let alone me! Come and g
Alda promptly told Frank, but he was not surprised.In fact, he was not concerned at all. "If she could kidnap you and bring you here, it's natural that she's watching!"Alda nodded in understanding—both she and Sylvie were important people, and Sally must be a big deal too if she could bring them here without raising alarm bells.Still, she asked, "In that case, doesn't that mean we're all her prisoners for the rest of our lives?"Frank flicked her on the forehead. "No one's holding you prisoner when I'm around. I'm here as her partner, and I'll make her pay if she ever rubs me the wrong way!"Alda sighed in relief. That was true—with Frank's strength, who would ever dare to mess with him?"Well said!"That was when Sally appeared out of nowhere, applauding, "That's a man of destiny. Even the way he talks is different!"Even with Frank at her side, Alda could not help leaning closer to him as she was earnestly creeped out by Sally's fake smile."Calm down. The man beside you
Crash!The two vehicles collided, with the Passat being knocked sideways since the semi was quicker, rolling a few times before stopping.On the other hand, Frank and Sally dropped out on the grass beside the road, seemingly unconscious but mostly unscathed.The semi door opened, and a burly man with a metal bat strode up to them."Just following orders," he said with a sigh and swung his bat downward viciously.Dong!Suddenly, the metal bat was split in two as Frank leapt up, seizing the burly man by the throat and lifting him to the air."I-Impossible!"The burly man's eyes widened in disbelief at the scrawny youth, who had to be half his size!Even if he had great reflexes, jumping out of a moving car at that speed would hurt him from sheer momentum!And yet, Frank was not just completely unscathed, but there was not even a trace of dirt on his shirt!"Who sent you?" Frank asked, squeezing slightly.The burly man screamed as his temple vein bulged from agony, just as Sal
"Come on, have some of this too!" Sally smiled, placing a fish filet on Frank's plate. "I was so envious of the rich while I was in school, so I made sure to enjoy every delicacy I know of after I got rich too.""And guess what? I don't get sick of it no matter how much I eat. Everyone laughed at me for being poor for too long—it's so embarrassing!""You should eat what you can, whether you're rich or poor," Frank said. "It's never wrong to respect food.""Well said. Cheers!"As they toasted over a glass of special-grade Romanee-Conti, Sally sighed. "I don't know if it's a skill issue or something, but does red wine have to breathe for hours before? That's just too much time."Frank lost all patience for small talk right then and demanded, "Why did you bring me here?""Just treating you to a nice meal!" Sally replied without hesitation.As Frank glowered, she said, "Calm down! I'll tell you what you'll be doing once we eat!"Just as finished, someone knocked on the door, and a
"What did you say?!" The chauffeur raised a hand to hit Frank but never saw him move as he was sent flying."Please calm down, my friend."The back door opened as an old man on a cane alighted."You should be putting a leash on your dog." Frank snorted. "You wouldn't even know what killed you if you hadn't disciplined him there!"The old man simply smiled. "I can see that you're a martial elite. Shall we discuss further?"Frank could tell right away that the old man was not an average Joe, as the normal person would not compare to his physique—he most likely belonged to a sect as well.The old man could see that Frank was special as well, even restraining himself and showing sincerity. Sally came up just then, smiling as she greeted the old man, "Long time no see, Mr. Hamm!""Indeed, Ms. York. Is this your friend?" The old man asked."More or less!" Sally shrugged. "Allow me to introduce you gentlemen—Mr. Hamm, this is Lugh Frankton, and Mr. Frankton, this is Axel Hamm, the c
Sally was actually surprised that Frank was smarter than the usually muscle-headed martial artists who were always so full of themselves.That being said, she was not about to change her mind!Chasing after Frank, she then strolled leisurely beside him as if nothing happened. "Come on, handsome—we're not done yet! Don't you think we'd lose out big time if we leave now?""What's that supposed to mean?"Frank paused, the air around him murderous.Sally gulped. So this was the man chosen by the spiritron vein? He appeared casual about things but carried such hidden depths that easily inspired fear.Still, she said, "I recall another group. Would you like to wipe them out?""Where?""I'll take you!"With that, Sally drove Frank to an abandoned building to the west."They're all in there. Don't disappoint me now!" Sally chirped and started downing glasses of champagne, clearly not bothered to get off.As Frank aligned, he immediately sensed a familiar presence.Sally was reall