When Marian looked up, she saw Fred leaping toward Brock and grabbing his neck!"You were my brother!" he screamed in rage. "And you're fucking my girl?! I'll kill you!""Did you just fucking touch me?!" Brock bellowed back furiously, even rearing his chin at him fearlessly. "I'm warning you—Flying Sword Sect's leader is my close friend! If you hurt me, I'll make you wish you were dead!"Fred paused.He did not know that much about Flying Sword Sect. However, he had at least heard that they were a powerful organization in Riverton, boasting innumerable apprentices.And seeing Fred pause, Brock immediately thought that he was afraid and laughed. "Haha! Why bother faking it, young man? I was just playing with your girl—no need to get upset. And aren't you going to think about your mom and sister? Especially your sister… with that pretty face of hers, I wonder what would happen if she fell into the hands of Flying Sword Sect!"Fred gritted his teeth, his arms shaking—he was ready to
Frank presumed things would have ended without a fuss when Fred caught on to Marian's duplicity, since Fred was always a wuss.He certainly did not expect him to be beaten to a pulp and regretted not following him into the hotel.And Marian's nonchalant reaction to Fred's pain only left Frank further disgusted!"Could you stoop any lower, Marian Henley?" Frank growled. "You cheated on Fred, and he caught you, but you turned on him and had him beat up?!"Brock was too busy thinking what he should do to Fred to worry about Frank. "Fuck off, boy. This isn't your fight.""It's none of your business." Marian snorted haughtily beside Brock. "If anything, you should be worried about yourself."Frank promptly leapt up and slapped Marian across the face!He would rather not lay his hands on a woman, but he really could not stand scum like Marian!"Argh!" Marian screamed, and turned miserably towards Brock. "Mr. Summer! She hit me!"Brock was already furious. Seeing that Frank was bent
Frank then passed Fred a cigarette—as a man himself, he could empathize with how Fred felt.As Fred took a deep puff, Frank scratched his head and said, "She's just one woman, and one who doesn't deserve your life. I can recommend a couple too, when there's a chance."Fred slowly turned toward him and asked, "You messaged me, didn't you?"Frank made an awkward look, but nodded. "I'm sorry… I didn't think you'd attack them.""Because I was a wuss?""That's not what I'm saying…""You don't have to say it. It's all my fault that things turned out like this between me and Marian."Fred then chuckled bitterly and asked, "Can I ask you a question?""Sure. I'll tell you anything I know," Frank replied."Why are you so eager to help my family? Whether it's me, or my sister… Do you really like her?"Frank thought about it. "No… And I could tell you the truth, if you can take it.""Why not?" Fred chuckled self-deprecatingly. "What won't I believe now? Hell, it turns out that the girl
Fred had made those handmade guns himself but never used them for years.He concealed them under his clothes and stepped out of his room.Carol was already cooking, and seeing her son, she quickly said, "Dinner's ready soon. Go set up the table.""I won't be needing dinner," Fred said, walking up to her side. "I'm leaving soon.""Leaving?" Carol was taken aback. "It's going to be dark soon.""Something came up at the office," Fred explained. "Also, if anything happens, you should call Frank Lawrence."Carol's female intuition was screaming to her right then that something bad was going to happen.Grabbing Fred by the arm, she asked, "What are you hiding from me, Fred? You know you can tell me, whatever it is.""I'm fine," Fred smiled. "You're being paranoid now, Mom. I'm going now."And with those words in parting, he left, leaving Carol ruminating the seemingly loaded meaning in his words.After some thought, she called Frank. "Hello? Is this Mr. Lawrence?"Frank just arriv
Brock laughed heartily. "Get yourself cleaned up and dress pretty. We're meeting a bigwig tonight.""Are you talking about Seth Yaffe?" Marian asked, immediately interested.The man was the junior chieftain of Flying Sword Sect's Riverton Branch and far more influential than Brock.If she could seize this opportunity and get in Jan's good graces, she would not have to worry about a thing for the rest of her life!In fact, she had no intention of sticking with Brock—she only wanted to use him as a springboard to keep leaping higher!Naturally, her scheme was not lost on Brock.Still, it suited him just fine—Marian was as ambitious as she was pretty and skilled in bed.If she could sink her claws into Jan Yaffe, his friendship with the man would definitely blossom further!Nodding, he said, "Yes—his uncle is Kuno Yaffe, the chief of Flying Sword Sect himself. Try your best to give him a good time."Marian beamed. "Oh, come on. You know how good I am with such things."Brock smi
"Argh!!!" Brock's scream resounded in his office.In a corner, Marian's face turned as pale as a sheet—she was certainly scared to death, never expecting the wuss Fred to actually shoot!As she stumbled and dropped on her bottom, Brock was clutching what was left of his left arm and rolling around on the floor!"Fuck you… You shot me?!" He stammered through the agony, "Y-You're dead… I-I'll kill you…"However, Fred's eyes only reddened at the sight of Brock's blood spilling all over the floor.Brock's threat only drove him into a frenzy, but he was not about to let Brock die so quickly!He brought his gun to bear and shot Brock in the thigh!"Argh!!!"There was a burst of blood mist in the air as Brock let out a blood curdling scream!Two shots, and he was a cripple!Brock saw the madness in Fred's eyes just then, and finally realized he should be begging."Please… Stop… Just let me go…" "Let you go?" Fred laughed maniacally. "Hahaha! Weren't you telling me to shoot just a
Marian had a hunch that Brock was already dead but lied. "Please, Mr. Summer was hurt. You have to save him!"Seath realized that she was Brock's new girlfriend and quickly decided that he had to flex properly.However, before he could call in his bodyguards, a man drenched in blood strode downstairs, gun in hand."Argh!!!"The workers in the lobby all screamed on top of their lungs and scrambled to flee—it was a gun they were talking about, not a cleaver!Seth was stunned too, just as Marian yelled, "That's him! He hurt Mr. Summer just now!"Seth's heart skipped a beat.Brock was most definitely dead… but he had not gotten his money!Nonetheless, he stood in front of Marian and demanded, "Who are you?" Fred glanced at him but did not recognize him.He brought his gun to bear, leveling it at Seth. "I'm going to kill the woman behind you," he barked imposingly. "My fight is not with you. Now, move!"Seth's bodyguards promptly shielded Seth, while Marian clenched on the hem
Seeing that Fred was disarmed, Marian breathed a sigh of relief."Don't waste your breath with him, Mr. Yaffe," she quickly said, eager for Seth to kill Fred right then to spare her from further trouble. "He shot Mr. Summer—you have to make him pay!"At the same time, Fred pulled Seth's dagger out of his shoulder with an impassive look.No pain could match the pain in his heart at this point!And seeing that he was still resisting, Seth jammed a foot on his shoulder and started to rain punches on Fred's face! "Fuck you!" he bellowed. "Still trying to play the tough guy, huh?!"Fred's previous head injury ruptured right then, and blood flowed freely again.He tried to fight back, but he was no match for Seth—even if he was just some rich kid, he had been instructed in martial arts at Flying Sword Sect since a child.Seth then kicked him, sending him flying and crashing against the stairs for embarrassing him before!As he lay limply, seemingly not even having the strength to g