Frank growled and pointed at the radio. "What's this?""A toy!" The woman quickly exclaimed despite her shock. "It's nothing that amazing, please don't misunderstand!"Frank laughed coolly. "You actually don't recognize me? Fine, I'll give it to you straight—I'm Lugh Frankton, the one you had just sent assassins after!""You are?!"The middle-aged woman was shocked and tried to turn and run.She was naturally not getting away, as Frank appeared like a phantom before her, cutting her off!Smiling in embarrassment, she pleaded, "Please, let's just talk about this. I haven't done anything…""Shut up!" Frank snapped. "What do you want—to live or to die?""To live! Of course I want to live!"Dropping to her knees with a thud, the middle-aged woman started begging, telling Frank to think of her family and whatnot.Frank rolled his eyes. "Cut that out! Now tell me, where are the other safehouses?"The middle-aged woman shook her head. "No one knows everything, for the sake of secre
Seeing the middle-aged woman's barely concealed contempt, Sally knew she had no idea she was messing with!Walking up to the woman, she asked, "You're planning to tell your boys to do him in, huh? You're kidding… This boy has the power of the spiritron vein, and your boys are simply no match for him. "How do I put it… You're Uriah to your superiors' King David. They're just sending you off to die, so grow a brain instead of dying like cannon fodder."The middle-aged woman nodded repeatedly but could not actually agree at all.After all, she was basically cut off from the outside world and had not the faintest idea what the spiritron vein was.If anything, she was convinced that Sally was trying to deceive her and found it amusing.Seeing that the middle-aged woman just doomed herself and was nothing to her anyway, Sally did not try to convince her further and instead turned to Frank. "You're lucky. You don't often run into ignorant people like her—it's so fun you get to play wol
Moments later, Frank returned to the backseat of the Rolls-Royce, and Sally asked, "Why go through so much trouble? If I were you, I'd just round them up instead of searching around!"She certainly did not understand why Frank would ask the chauffeur to cover him while he looked around—what if those thugs were ready for them?Frank smiled. "Are you sure that the man you threw out of the car was telling the truth? It'd be terrible if we got the wrong target!""Why bother about mere mortals? There's plenty of them to go around—if there's a mistake, so be it." Sally scoffed, clearly not worried about them.Knowing that there was no getting through to her, Frank did not bother to explain himself and told the chauffeur to get going."What about that woman? Did you really spare her life?" Sally pressed.Frank snorted. "There's only that many second chances one could give, and she's not one to be appeased. I didn't do it though—I threw her a knife and told her to do it herself, though I
Frank's words were completely logical, and Whitney had no choice but to accept the debit card. "In that case, you're staying for lunch—I won't take no for an answer!"Frank chuckled. "I'd really love to stay, but I really have to go since something big is going on. I'll be back when I'm done, though."Whitney sighed in exasperation, "You've been giving so much to Chandlerton, but you can't even stay for lunch? How is that fair?"Frank waved her off. "We're way past that, sister. Don't worry—I'm definitely coming back as long as I'm not busy."At that point, Whitney had no choice but to see off Frank, feeling how much things had changed just then.Just a while ago, Frank was just trying to lease a plot of land for farming, but he was now a millionaire. The world sure worked in strange ways!Still, it was understandable, since Frank was simply not your average Joe. Be it his skill in medicine or martial arts, an ordinary person just would not compare.Whitney just hoped that thing
The times were really better now, as tramps in the genuine sense of the word were rare."You're not suffering from any disability," Frank pointed out in curiosity. "Why would you rather stay holed up here instead of getting a job and making a living?"The tramp sat, crossing her legs and pouted as she pointed at her head. "I'd like to make a living too, but I'm suffering from brain damage and can't remember much. "That's why I'm here, to get some peace and quiet—it's not too late to remember who I am and get a job later on. Moreover, the villagers here are quite charitable, and some of them often drop by to give me food. And since I'm no picky eater, I'd never go hungry."Frank strode up. "How would you repay me if I restore your memories?""You're kidding." The tramp snorted. "My brain has actually retained knowledge on that front, and I know that amnesia is due to damage to the hippocampus. That means the damage is irreversible, and I could only hope for a miracle."Frank nodd
"Why don't you try to think? Just leave this place and get help if you really have no other choice."With that, Frank did not press the issue and kept playing against the tramp, and the game ended in a draw. The tramp was at once surprised and delighted. "I won't lie—I'm surprised you're this good, since I've always bullied everyone from the village!"Frank smiled in wry amusement. "You're good too—I'm at least a grandmaster, and you still managed to hold me to a draw."The tramp nodded. "You're right—I have to agree, and you're not the first person to say that either. It's weird… whether it's smartphones, computers, or even tractors, I always take to it like fish to water. Don't you think that's weird?"Frank shrugged as he cleared the pieces and stood up. "Come with me. Staying here gets you nowhere, and you know how nice the villagers are. You're screwed if they somehow reach out to your family by chance someday."The tramp smiled but shook her head—Frank was speaking sense,
Frank put his ring back on and was wondering how he should convince the tramp or just knock her out and take her with him when he heard footsteps outside.Judging from the pace and the man's breathing, Frank could tell that this man was at least Ascendant-ranked. The tramp might be strong, but Frank was still positive that she would be helpless against this one.Still, it suited Frank just fine—he could take this opportunity to show his chops.With that in mind, the door opened as a white-clad geezer entered. With his white hair and fan, he carried the air of otherworldliness, while his sharp glare left one shuddering in their bones."I've finally found you, lady. Now give it to me," he demanded, holding out his hand and clearly confident about his own strength. Nonetheless, the tramp smirked and shook her head. "Sorry, gramps. I have nothing to my name, or you can search this place if you want to!"The geezer snorted in annoyance. "I'm giving you a chance here!"The tramp sh
However, not only did Frank prove his power, but he was also the man chosen by the spiritron vein. Even if the tramp had no idea what that was, the name definitely sounded like a champion of justice.And if it chose Frank, that meant that Frank would not be all that bad.Moreover, she could be of help to him if she stayed—however little that might be, at least she was not useless.So, what reason was there for her not to stay with him now?-Ten minutes later, they arrived at the foot of the mountain.As the tramp got into the Rolls-Royce and stared upward at the sunroof, she frowned. "I think I've been in a car like this!"Frank smiled. "So you're a special one, be it in terms of brain or possession. You must've been a big deal, so it makes sense that you've been in a car like this."The tramp nodded, and Frank asked, "You're really not going to say goodbye to the villagers?"She shook her head, holding tightly to her carpet and chess set while smiling, "I'm worried that they